There's No Place Like Hawkins//Stranger Things. SH

TWO

The Vanishing Of Will Byers

The next morning Cat woke up with a bad feeling. She ignored it-deciding to deal with it later- and threw on a black and white stripped t-shirt and a pair of overalls that had hundreds of paint stains on them from when she had redecorated her room. Cat ran out of her room and into the bathroom, shoving Dustin out of the way. Grabbing her toothbrush, she hurriedly squeezed toothpaste on it before shoving it in her mouth to brush her teeth. As she started brushing her teeth, she ran back out of the bathroom and ran down the stairs to the phone, not seeing her brother's confused face. She grabbed the phone off the wall and dialled, pacing back and forth while she waited for the other end to pick up. After a couple of rings, the person at the other end of the phone picked up.

"Jonathan!" Cat greeted her friend down the phone, although you could barely make out what she was saying as her toothbrush was still in her mouth.

"Hey, Cat. What's up? That is you, right?" He asked through the receiver.

Cat ran over to the sink to spit the toothpaste out of her mouth, phone still in hand before she answered. "Yes, it is me. Sorry." She placed her toothbrush next to the sink and begun to run the tap. "For the record, I was brushing my teeth. Also," She stopped running the tap and picked an apple from the fruit bowl, taking a bite from it. "Am I cycling to yours this morning?"

"Yeah sure. I'll give you a lift to school from mine, like usual."

"Sweet. I'll see you soon Byers."

"See you soon, Henderson."

Cat hung up the phone, took another couple of bites from her apple before throwing it in the trash and running back upstairs to her room so she could get her shoes. She grabbed her trainers, shoving her feet into them as quickly as she possibly could before running back out of her room, calling out a goodbye to Dustin and her mom and leaving her house. She shut the front door behind her and hopped onto her bike before racing down the street to the Byers's house, taking no notice of the porch lights flickering on and off.

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Roughly fifteen minutes later Cat reached the Byers' house and hopped off her bike, leaning it against the wall next to the door. Her fingers pushed the doorbell, signalling her arrival.

"Its open," called a voice from inside the house, which Catherine recognised as Jonathan's. She pushed open the door and saw her friend standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

"Well that smells nice. What 'cha making?"

Jonathan turned around and smiled at his friend who had perched herself on the kitchen counter next to the back door. He was about to reply when Joyce Byers' voice rang through the house.

"Where the hell are they?"

Cat looked at Jonathan in confusion. "Keys." He simply said and Cat nodded her head in understanding.