"That's the beauty of Hawkins... we're always in mortal danger."
[Seasons 1-4 ✔️]
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Catherine stood next to Jonathan while he practiced shooting the gun. She had already taken her turn at practicing and had surprisingly good aim, managing to hit the cans that the two teens had set up. Jonathan sighed. Unlike Cat, he had missed each of the cans.
"You're supposed to hit the cans, right?" Nancy called out to him, alerting the two teens to her presence as she approached them.
"No, actually, you see the spaces in between the cans? I'm aiming for those." Jonathan quipped.
Catherine laughed, taking note of Nancy's weapon of choice; a baseball bat.
"Ah." The girl simply said, taking her bag off her shoulder and placing both that and her bat on the ground.
"You ever shot a gun before?" Jonathan asked her.
"It's fun." Cat smiled. "And I'm surprisingly good at it."
Nancy scoffed. "Have you met my parents?" The three teens chuckled softly as Jonathan reloaded the gun.
"Yeah, I haven't shot one since I was ten." Jonathan told her. "My dad took me hunting on my birthday. He made me kill a rabbit."
"A rabbit?" Nancy questioned.
"Yeah. I guess he thought it would make me into more of a man or something. I cried for a week."
"I remember that. You couldn't even step into my house because I owned a rabbit at the time and you couldn't bare to look at it." Cat spoke up, a smile gracing her face at the memory of her old rabbit.
"Jesus." Nancy breathed out.
"What? I'm a fan of Thumper." Jonathan defended.
Nancy chuckled. "I meant your dad."
"Yeah. I guess he and my mother loved each other at some point, but..." He cocked the gun. "...I wasn't around for that part." Nancy held her hand out towards the gun. "Just, uh, point and shoot." Jonathan instructed her as he handed the gun over to her.
"I don't think my parents ever loved each other." Nancy admitted.
"They must've married for some reason."
Nancy held the gun out in front of her. "My mom was young. My dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac... and started their nuclear family."
"Screw that." Jonathan muttered.
"Yup." Cat agreed, starting to itch for a cigarette.
"Yeah. Screw that." Nancy squinted, aiming the gun at the cans. She fired the gun, hitting the beer can straight off the tree stump. The can clattered to the floor as the teens chuckled.
