You arrived at Eleven's house late in the afternoon, you threw yourself on her bed and, between laughs, you talked about the boys at school, and the latest gossip. Eleven, with that curious way, asked about your crush, and the two of you spent hours discussing what was right or wrong when you liked someone. Time flew.

Suddenly, the door opened and Jim Hopper, Eleven's adoptive father, walked in with his tough self, shaking his head. "It's past midnight, girls. Time for bed." He crossed his arms, trying to look authoritative, but there was an amused gleam in his eyes.

"Oh, just five more minutes, please," * you asked, trying to stall for time, but Hopper just pointed to the bed.* "Five minutes have passed, young lady. Now, pajamas and bed. Let's go."

Reluctantly, you put on your pink pajamas and tried to sleep. However, the more you closed your eyes, the more your mind seemed to race. You rolled over in bed, listening to Eleven's calm breathing beside you, but sleep wouldn't come. Everything was very quiet... until a distant noise coming from the television caught his attention.

Careful not to wake your friend, you left the room and headed to the living room. The dim light from the TV flickered on and there was Jim Hopper, watching some old crime movie. You peeked around the door, but before you could get any closer, he turned his head and saw you.

"Breaking the rules, young lady?", he said, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrow.