ch. 17 | wildfire

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BRRING

BRRING

BRRING

Mike rubbed his eyes, waking up to Eleven still sound asleep on his chest. He was still in his suit from last night, his tie coming loose and his hair messy.

Slowly it dawned on him "Damn it! Oh no! El! El! Wake up!" He yelled, shaking her "We fell asleep!"

She woke up yawning, while Mike ran over quickly to answer the phone

"Hello?"

"This is Mike"

"Yeah El is right here. She's with me. Yeah, I completely understand." He replied, anxiously scratching the back of his head

BANG

BANG

BANG

"Mike there's someone at the door" Eleven said, groggily getting up from the couch to answer it

"Wait El!" he whispered loudly, putting his hand over the phone

She opened the door

"Hey Mike so I came by to get-" Dustin said, stopping mid-sentence "Oh.. You're not Mike"

"Hey Dustin" El smiled

He noticed she was wearing Mike's sweats and suddenly his face reddened "Uh.. so.. Just tell Mike I um.. came by to get the history notes" He choked out, backing away

"Okay" Eleven had no idea why Dustin was acting so odd but she just shrugged it off and closed the door

She looked over at Mike who was still on the phone

"Yes. It will never happen again. Yes. Okay. Yes. We'll be there soon" he deeply sighed, hanging up the phone

"Dustin wants the history notes"

"Ugh... He's the least of my worries but I have to get you home NOW" he emphasized, quickly leading her out the door.

"Mike is everything okay?" El asked, noting that he was driving faster than usual

He gripped the steering wheel tighter "I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm so dead.. I shouldn't have fallen asleep"

"It's okay, it was an accident. Hopper will understand"

Mike's tone grew serious "No, you see that's the thing El he won't"

Eleven didn't know why Mike was so stressed out about this. She knew that it was just a simple mistake and Hopper was always very understanding with her, so why would this time be any different?

Mike grew tense as they approached her house. He practiced what he would say a hundred times in his head, hoping for things to go over well.

The door swung open before he could knock on it

"I'm so sorry! We didn't mean to-"

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