Jonathan Byers was always rumored to be this huge creep and weirdo. He was obsessed with photography, and he took his camera everywhere. One night, he had even ended up taking pictures of you and Steve making out through Steve's window. He wasn't really thinking at the time, and he just... ended up taking the photos and leaving. He had been trying to look for any clues as to where his missing brother was. But instead, he ended up with a whole lot of pictures of you in your bra. It was kind of odd.

Well... extremely odd, actually.

You didn't know about the photos. Even when you started talking to Jonathan and becoming friends with him due to your best friend—Barb, and his brother—Will—both missing.

But when you two were in your room, trying to figure some stuff out, you took a break for a bit. You sat on your bed, sighing. He sat, too. But he accidentally kicked his bag over. And one of the developed photos of you in your bra fell out onto the floor. You picked it up.

Jonathan immediately took it from you and shoved it back into his bag.

"S-Sorry, um... I..."

He gulped, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He didn't know how to justify this. Especially not when he was supposed to be looking for his brother the night he had taken those photos.