━━━━ 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠 !
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄
Suzie and the boys sneakily pressed themselves against the walls occupying the upstairs hallway while Cornelius deviously flicked the breaker's switch off for the third time that evening. The boy's action was followed by a muffled groan of annoyance coming from Mr. Bingham.
The paunchy man stormed out of his study and bolted down the stairs to scold the disobedient child, providing the crew with the perfect opportunity to creep into the room and gather the information they needed.
After Jonathan shut the door behind him, Will glanced around the room and realized that Argyle was nowhere to be found.
"Wait, where's Argyle?" He asked, hopeful that his brother would have an answer.
"Shit, I don't know," The older of the Byers boys sighed, running his fingers through his tousled mop of hair.
While the siblings discussed the disappearance of their long-haired friend, Suzie paced back and forth around the room. She was impatiently waiting for her younger brother to turn the power back on so that she could access the computer. Luckily, the appliance hummed just seconds later, its screen flashing with effervescent light as it came back to life.
"Way to go, Cornelius," Mike remarked.
Suzie clicked a few buttons — all too confusing for the boys to make sense of — and announced that she had successfully logged in.
"Holy sh . . . heck," Mike gasped, silently thanking God that he managed to catch himself before swearing in front of the Mormon girl. "Oh, holy heck. You did it."
"Hold your applause," She scoffed, adjusting her glasses so that they were perched on the bridge of her nose. "I don't see an address."
"Office," Jonathan stated, pointing a finger at one of the pixelated icons floating on the computer screen. "Try office."
The girl obeyed the older teen's recommendation without hesitation. The computer whirred as a lengthy script of who-knows-what infiltrated the screen.
"What is all this?" She questioned with a puzzled expression.
"Maybe it's hidden in the code somehow?" Jonathan offered.
"What you just said makes no sense," Mike sneered.
"Hold your butts," Suzie commanded. "I'll just trace the IP."
"The . . . the I-what?" Will asked.
"The internet protocol address," She explained, shrugging it off as if it were basic knowledge. "It's a unique numerical label given to all information technology connected to the Internet."
"What's the Internet?" Jonathan inquired, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
"Don't worry about it," She promptly replied, fully disregarding the older teen's question. "It's just gonna . . . change the world."
Suzie continued to press a variety of buttons at a rapid speed. The three boys could hardly keep track of what she was doing.
"What's happening now?" The Wheeler teen queried.
"I'm running the IP through a geolocation software — basically a form of data mining," The girl responded.
She hit the return button once more, revealing an IP address that led to . . . Nevada?
"Nevada?" The trio of boys huffed in unison.
"Can you print this?" Mike asked.
"No, my skills end at IP geolocation," Suzie uttered in a sarcastic tone before pressing a button on the printer and watching the paper shoot out.
"You were being sarcastic," The ravenette mumbled in realization.
"Yeah."
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Mike, Will, Jonathan, and Suzie exited the study just as hastily as they had entered it. They nearly knocked the girl's father over as they scrambled down the flight of stairs.
"Hi, Father," Suzie shot an innocent smile in the man's direction, keeping the paper hidden behind her back. "You look like you need a nap."
Immediately after the gang stepped outside, Suzie handed the paper to Mike. The ravenette lightly traced his fingers over each individual letter, gawking at the contents in disbelief.
"Dustin's right," He grinned. "You're a certified genius."
The girl beamed with pride, her cheeks flushing red as a result of the flattering remark. It wasn't often that people complimented her abilities, but when they did, it never failed to warm her heart.
Suddenly, the all-too-familiar smell of marijuana wafted into everyone's nostrils, ruining their brief moment of peace.
"I think we just spooked a skunk," Suzie declared, grimacing at the unpleasant scent.
Her theory about the stench coming from a skunk could have been accurate, but the chorus of laughter, blaring music, and clouds of smoke coming from inside the Surfer Boy Pizza van instantly proved her wrong.
The four teenagers slowly approached the vehicle and opened the back door. They were met face to face with Argyle and Eden, who were stoned out of their minds. The pair lay in the back of the van, eyes bloodshot red and joints in between their fingers. There was no doubt that they had hooked up during their smoke-sesh.
"Yo, my dudes," Argyle greeted them despite being a bit startled by their unexpected emergence. "Any luck?"
The boys ignored him while Suzie froze in place, horrified by the sight of her sister doing drugs. She lugged Eden back into the house and said farewell to the boys. They thanked her over and over again for her generosity.
Soon enough, the four boys were back on the road, this time on a six-hour journey to Nevada.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 !
between school & work it's been so hard to find time to work on this story but i'm trying my best & updating as often as i can! <3 ty for your patience!
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Fanfiction｡･: ▍𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 Will Byers and Mike Wheeler were practically inseparable. They had been best friends for nearly a decade and planned to remain that way for eternity. Nobody was capable of destroying the unique bond they shared except for Will's step-s...
