Jim, the sheriff of Hawkins had decided to take you in at his home since he'd seen you wandering the streets late at night again. That was already the 6th time this month. Hopper knew you had problems at home-since you were only living alone with a guardian. That's why he let you stay at his home as often as you wanted. Atleast he wanted to offer you a safe space.

As he drove along the quiet streets closer towards his house he stayed quiet aswell. Just let you eat your fries he grabbed for you at the small diner next to the gas station earlier.

Soft dad rock was playing in the radio. The seat heating under you felt so good against the cold fabric of your jeans that was clinging painfully to your frozen skin.

After a while Jim pulled up at his house and stopped the car. Then he looked at you.

"Now, what happened this time?"