-november 7th 1983-
-reader's pov-
the pitter-pattering sound of rain hitting the roof mixed with the sound of rumbling thunder as I stood in the basement with mike, lucas and dustin. all eyes fell upon a very strange looking girl, she still wore the same yellow t-shirt, just this time with my layered coat on top, which she had tightly wrapped around herself, in search for the slightest bit of warmth.
"Is there a number we can call for your parents?" asked mike, he seemed a little shaken up at the fact there was a girl other from me in his basement.
"where's your hair?" questioned dustin, "do you have cancer?"
"dustin!" I scolded whilst slapping his arm.
"did you run away?" lucas asked whilst dustin winced in pain.
"are you in trouble?" mike inquired the frightened girl.
"is that blood?" lucas reached his arm forward and the girl flinched back whilst I pulled lucas' arm away.
"stop it you guys!" I spoke sternly, "you're scaring her!"
"she's scaring me!" lucas snapped back.
"yeah well she's definitely more scared of us than we're scared of her!" I snarled back before slowly approaching the girl.
another strike of lighting and rumble of thunder caused her to flinch again.
"hey, hey it's okay.." I softly spoke now sat beside the shivering girl, "it's only thunder, it can't hurt you in here."
she tensed down a little as she pulled my coat around her even more, I realised that she was freezing.
"mike, can you get her some old clothes from the laundry basket?" I asked Mike and he nodded whilst proceeding to walk to the basket of clothes.
he returned with a grey pair of joggers and a navy sweatshirt to which he handed to me.
"thanks," I praised him before turning to the girl.
"these'll be nice and warm for you," I told the girl with a light smile, she carefully took them before standing up.
when she was fully standing she reached her hands down to the bottom of her shirt and was about to lift it when we all began to shout.
"No, no, no!" we all yelled and the boys turned away whilst I gently swatted her hands from the shirt.
"you see, over there.." I pointed towards the bathroom, "that's the bathroom.. privacy, get it?"
she gave me a confused look before slowly walking over to the bathroom door, I followed behind her.
but as I pulled the door shut, she stopped it with her hand.
"you don't want it closed?.." I asked softly.
"no," her voice was gentle and sweet, it shocked me at first because she hadn't said a word this whole time.
"oh! so you can speak?" I chuckled lightly, "okay.. well, how about I leave it like.." I pulled the door so it was open by about 3 inches, "like this?"
"yes," she spoke again before I nodded and faced the other way, only to be met with the boys arguing again.
"she can talk, didn't you hear her?" mike argued.
"you're three year old sister says more!" lucas spat back.
"god, this is such a bad idea!" groaned dustin.
all the voices mixed into one so it became impossible to decipher a single word. I just let out a deep sigh and rolled my head back to gaze up at the ceiling in exhaustion.
"y/n? y/n hello??" mike's voice spun around my head until I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"did you hear the plan?" he asked, now knowing I was snapped from my train of thought.
"u-um, no?" I stuttered back.
he tiredly rolled his eyes before repeating the plan, "she sleeps here tonight, we'll make a blanket fort or something for her and then in the morning she goes and knocks on the door and explains to our mum that she's lost."
"alright, got it." I nodded to mike's idea.
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I was helping mike with the blanket fort that the girl sat in whilst lucas and dustin trudged up the stairs. they were having their own conversation which I chose to block out.
I passed another pillow to the girl, she gratefully took it before tucking it into the corner of her den.
"so um, we never got your name," said mike.
the girl held the left sleeve of her sweatshirt and pulled it up, it revealed the number '011' tattooed into her skin with black ink.
"woah! is that real?!" exclaimed mike as he shot his arm out to touch the tattoo but I quickly swatted his hand away when I realised the girl wasn't comfortable with this.
"mike!" I scolded.
"sorry.." he apologised, "I've just never seen a kid with a tattoo before.."
"what does it mean?" I asked her, very curious, "eleven?.. is it your name?"
she nodded her head, her eyes not once leaving the gaze they held on me.
"eleven.. okay.." I searched my mind for a nickname, "well, mike's real name is michael but we call him mike and my name is y/n but I also like to be called n/n."
"mhm," mike added, "they're like our nicknames."
"yeah.. so how about we call you el?" I offered.
she nodded her head almost instantly, liking the sound of her new given name.
"well, goodnight el," said mike as he stood up and made his way up the stairs.
"night el," I smiled to her whilst standing up.
"night mike, night y/n." she softly replied which caused me to smile as I pulled the blankets down so nobody could find her.
"sweet dreams," I called out before switching the lights off and walking up the stairs to my own bedroom.
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lost love
Fanfiction"and she disappeared just as fast as she appeared." eleven hopper x fem reader
