His chapped lips parted as he pinned posters of his missing brother upon the corkboards of Hawkins High,

mumbled rumours and speculations seemed to follow Jonathan no matter what he had done. Being called a 'creep' or a 'freak' hadn't ever hurt; but the murmurs about his brother, Will, truly did.

His brows furrowed, lean frame pinning another poster onto the wall, before he froze at your voice;

why on earth would a cheerleader so popular, so pretty, so— why would you talk to him..?

"Huh?"