lost love

chapter 45

-june 28th 1985-

-reader's pov-

mike peeked his head through a door in the cinema before leading the way after checking that the coast was clear.

we then had to awkwardly shuffle through the crowd of seated people whilst spilling out quiet apologies.

"see lucas? we made it." mike whispered.

"we missed the previews." lucas whispered back, agitated.

"still made it, fart face." max teased with a mischievous smile.

will pulled the snacks and drinks from his backpack before sharing them out.

"skittles?" lucas offered silently, max took one and popped it into her mouth.

"thanks." she praised.

the movie then turned on, there was a woman sat on the floor of a room. the room's walls were painted white and it was completely empty, except from the calendar that hung upon the plain walls, she looked at it curiously before the movie screen flickered off.

the crowd clamoured in annoyance as everyone was left to sit in pitch-black.

"oh come on!" the party and I all groaned.

after about a minute of nothing but people complaining, the film reel began to sputter before the movie flickered back on. this caused everyone to thrust their arms into the air and cheer.

"hey." mike whispered to will, who sat on my right. will gasped before pulling his attention to mike.

"you okay?" mike asked.

"yeah." will quickly replied.

"you sure?" mike asked again, will just nodded in response.

-june 29th 1985-

the whole party, except from dustin, were pressed up against a wall in dustin's house, trying our best to stifle our giggles.

"okay now." I whispered to el, she nodded before closing her eyes and making the electronic toys in dustin's room come to life. I watched as a smooth stream of blood dribbled from her nose.

meanwhile, dustin stood in his room, completely astonished before picking up a farrah fawcett spray bottle and following the runaway toys.

"it's just a dream.." dustin assured himself, "it's just a dream.."

he now stood in the living room, spray bottle in hand as he continued to stare at the toys in complete and utter confusion.

"alright, he's in there now." I whispered to el, she opened her eyes, causing the toys to stop.

dustin leapt forward and knelt down before picking up his R2-D2 toy and inspecting it carefully.

the rest of the party cautiously tiptoed around him, lucas holding out a handmade banner whilst everyone else had noisemakers wedged in between their lips.

'3' '2' '1' max counted down with her fingers and then on '1' we all blew on the noisemakers. dustin let out a shrill scream before spinning on his heels and spraying the farrah fawcett into everyone's faces, especially poor lucas. el and I gripped onto eachother whilst cowering down. all of the strong spray in lucas' eyes caused him to now scream too, but in pain instead of fear.

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"I call it the forever clock," dustin announced whilst operating his new creation, "powered by wind, very useful in the apocalypse." he then handed it to will, who inspected it carefully.