STRANGER ≪ °❈° ≫ THINGS

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? || Jonathan Byers

A/N: I have once again, drawn my inspiration from Arctic Monkeys with their song. :') Enjoy!

"Please tell me you feel the same way?" You croaked while your hot tears spilled down your face. You lips quivered, and your head pounded heavily. "Jonathan?" You asked shakily as you brought your hands across your chest. Jonathan sighed and placed his hands in his pockets and looked down at the floor while shaking his head in disapproval. You felt your heart sink while your head continued to pound as if someone had taken a hammer and smashed your forehead and temples. "You don't feel the same way?" You asked, wrapping your arms around yourself tighter. Jonathan kept his eyes glued to the floor. "No." He whispered.

You felt your heart stop for a second while your body tensed. You scrunched your face at the feeling of hot tears continuing to overflow your cheeks at Jonathan's response. "Jonathan, you're breaking my heart." You peep. Jonathan sighed again and furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. He looked up from the floor and looked at you. "I'm sorry Y/N." He responds. You raised your right hand towards your eyes to wipe away your tears while you felt your chest rise up and down quickly in order to get more air from the sudden feeling of losing the ability to breathe. "Yeah. I'm sorry too." You say in between sniffles. "I'm sorry I actually wasted my time being friends with a jerk like you and ended up falling for you." You say to him angrily, and quickly walked out of his room, running out of his house to get far away from him as possible.

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"It hurts doesn't it?" He asked as he kept his head turned to you, his gaze fixated on your gaze that focused towards the center of the mall. You blinked and turned to face him. "What?" You asked. Steve Harrington looked at you and then towards the center of the mall where you were looking at. "It hurts to see someone you love and care for be with someone else who is not you." He says softly. You felt your breath hitch as you realized you both were staring at Nancy and Johnathan who stood in the center of the mall holding each other close. You scoffed. "I have no idea-" you began to reply, but Steve interrupted you. "Come on Y/N. I know you like Jonathan." He replies as he scoots his body closer to you as you both swung your legs that dangled from sitting on top of a food place counter. Your eyes shifted from Jonathan to Steve as you turned your head to look at him again. "I do not like Jonathan." You said.

Inside, it hurt you to say it out loud. You loved him deeply even if he didn't feel the same way. It hurt to even remember that night at his house. No matter when or where, somehow the memories of that night will never leave your mind. "Y/N. Stop lying." Steve said as he nudged your shoulder. "What did they just say?" Steve asked as he pointed towards Eleven, Mike, and Lucas, who surrounded Dustin and Erica as they showed Hopper a blue print across from where Nancy and Jonathan stood. You couldn't help but chuckle. "Friends don't lie." You replied. Steve swung his legs a bit harder. "I know that look." He says as he realizes you have turned your head again to look at Jonathan who is caressing and holding Nancy ever so tightly while giving her head kisses. "Trust me I've made that look." He replies as he turns his head to look over where you were looking. "I know how it feels." He adds. You felt your heart shatter after seeing Jonathan smile and laugh at what Nancy had told him. "It hurts." You said softly as you looked down and away from Jonathan and Nancy. "Sure does." Steve sighs. The two of you sat silently looking down at each other's swinging legs when suddenly Steve took in a deep breath and sighed. "But not as much as being held captive at an underground Russian spy unit." He said as he lowered his hand that held an ice pack for his eye. You couldn't help but chuckle. "Tell me about it." You replied while moving your own ice pack from your right side of your jaw to your left side.