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In the soft glow of the moonlight, Dustin gently balances his bike against a tree close to the Byers family house. Careful not to make a sound, he looks around, the coast seeming clear.
Spotting Jane's window, he starts sneak-running towards it, about a 5 feet from the house the wild-rose bush planted just outside her window blocks his path. He looks down at it considering it, it stops a bit below his waist, but he probably shouldn't try to climb through it, he might ruin the bush trying- He shuffles around it instead, the bottom of his sweatpants getting caught on the branches.
"Ow! Pieces of shit-" He mutters quietly as a few of them scratch at his ankles. He makes it to the wall when-
"Woah-woahwoahwoahwoa- What the hell do you think you're doing?" Someone whispers aggressively behind him. Dustin freezes for a second before he recognizes the voice.
Turning he calls out, whisper-shouting back at the same volume, "Steve?! What the hell are you doing here-"
"Woahwoahwoah- What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?" Steve shoots back, languidly making his way towards the same wall of the house Dustin was getting to.
"I'm sneaking into Jane’s room, what does it look like I'm doing," Dustin shoots back. Steve, scooting around a bush of his own, tripping before catching himself.
"First of all! Lesson nr. 1-" Steve whisper-shouts back at him, holding up a finger, "You can't be going through the foliage like that, you gotta find a way around, what you want to be covered in cuts and bruises by the time you get to her room? Geez-"
"Oh! Like you're the expert here, I see that scratched up knee, you're lucky we closed the gates-" Dustin points and accusing finger at the cut on Steve's knee, his jersey shorts not quite covering it, "You're losing so much blood a Demo would be on your ass in seconds-" The cut on Steve’s knee was from earlier in the day when he had been roped into trying Max' skateboard and eaten shit just as fast as he had gotten on it. The cut was honestly pretty shallow and had obviously dried already, but that was definitely besides the point.
Steve shot back, "Oh-hoho- You're tryna be smart, yeah? Well, I see that jacket, you totally stole that from me to impress her- And don't even get me started on the hairstyli-"
"Lesson nr. 2!" An annoyed voice from behind cut them off.
Steve and Dustin both swivel around, eyes wide at the fear of getting caught red handed,
SHIT- they were done for- Wait...
Mike's head is sticking out a window. One hand on the windowsill to support himself, the other holding the window open. The hood of his faded blue hoodie falling down the side of his neck. Eyes squinting like he had just woken up and a trademarked frown on his face.
"Stop! Being SOO loud, some of us are trying to sleep-" He ducked his head halfway back through the window before realizing his mistake, he froze his eyes blown wide. Will's window, Dustin noted with a smirk. All three of them seemed to realize it at the same time.
SHIT- Mike looked back up, looking like a deer in headlights as he stared back at Dustin and Steve, gauging their reactions.
The latter two locked eyes, before bursting into laughter. Dustin doubled over clutching his knee with one hand Steve supported himself with one hand on the side of the house. Dustin raised a hand to his eye wiping away a tear.
"OhmyGOD! I KNEW you two were sleeping together, GOD! And you were so obvious about it too!-" Dustin reminisced, Steve interrupting him, "Ugh! I know right," Steve held out a hand gesturing in Mike's direction, still looking at Dustin, "I swear the puppy eyes he was giving any time Will said or did anything, it was getting nauseating to watch!" He reels his head back at the last part.
Mike offended, his mouth hanging open slightly, eyes squinting again but now for an entirely different reason shot back, "Oh- like we could handle watching you and Jonathan hate-flirting, for SO- LO-ONG, like, Jesus, we've been dealing with your shit for 4 years now just get it over with already-"
"Dude, why do you think I'm here-" Steve muttered back, offended.
"EEWWWW" A chorus from Mike and Dustin-
"What's going on...?" A tired, but sweet voice with just an ounce of concern came from behind Mike, all three turned to look, Mike reaching out a hand to comfort Will, rubbing softly between his shoulder blades, "Nothing, just go back to sleep, I'll be right there-" Will rubbed one eye with the sleeve of his soft yellow crewneck sweatshirt before locking eyes with Dustin, "Dustin? What're you doing here..." Will mumbled confused.
"UHhhh-hhh" Ever the one with words, Dustin failed to find them. He held up one finger like that would help him at all. He looked over at Steve, his mouth forming an 'O', eyebrows raised.
"Better, question. Steve? Care to explain what you're doing here, on this fine Saturday evening?" Steve looked back at him, nodding once just as clueless on how to explain himself. He looked back up at Will, who had started smiling slyly, though still sleepy, shaking his head softly.
Steve held out a hand in front of himself as if that would help him find the words, "So, actually, what happened was-" Steve started, furrowing his brows. Will rolled his eyes at Steve and Dustin's collective lack of explanation.
"Haha, uh so you see-" Steve continued-
Another window was dragged open from behind them, "What the hell is happening, why is everyone so loud-" A gravelly voice called out from behind Steve. Everyone turned to look, in sync, eyes blown wide once again.
Jonathan froze, seeing everyone's eyes on him. Then after a beat-
"You know what, this isn't my problem-" He began to pull his window closed, but just then the front door slammed open, with a loud THUD, door handle slamming against the wall, and bouncing back, the sound of a rifle being cocked.
CH-CHNG-
Really feeling like deer in headlights now, they all turned to see- Hopper standing there with a rifle pointed somewhere between all of them, concentrated look on his face.
Hoppers face riddled with disgust as he took in the scene, he lowered the rifle and scoffed. Shifting his weight to a more relaxed stance and pointing the gun at the ground, "What the hell are you all doing here? It's 1 in the morning- Go home! All of you!"
"Yes sir-" Steve and Dustin muttered simultaneously.
"I mean, I was kinda already in bed-" Mike muttered, pointing a thumb over his shoulder-
"WHEELER-"
"YES, SIR!" Mike shot back, as he barrel-rolled himself out the window, landing unceremoniously on his back in the bushes. Letting out a pathetic UMPH! as his back hit the ground.
"Wow," Will muttered down at him, unimpressed, his arms folded leaning on the windowsill. Mike, making a face underneath him, groaned again from the impact.
Hopper looked over at him, unimpressed-
"You can grab your shoes before you leave, and use the door next time." He deadpanned quietly before going back inside, pulling the door closed behind him.
Mike lay there for a beat, Dustin and Steve turning to him, shaking their heads in disappointment.
"Thanks a lot, Wheeler-" Steve mutters.
"Yeah-" Dustin scoffs, raising his eyebrows.
"Hey, why is this on me!" Mike shoots back, Will huffs out a lighthearted laugh from behind him.
"Just come back inside, you're actually insane," Will shakes his head lovingly before turning and heading back towards his bed, comfy, cozy, warm bed sheets waiting for his sleepy form.
Mike just stares back up at him with hearts in his eyes, biting his lip, a large grin adorning his face-
"Ugh- Get a room," Steve mutters, one leg already swung over the windowsill to Jonathan's room, a hand on each side, mid-climb.
Dustin takes one look at him and shrugs. He looks back into Jane’s room. With her bed in a corner on the same wall as the window, he can't see her inside, but just as he goes to knock he hears a faint click of her window being unlocked from the inside. She must've heard them.
That works, He thinks to himself as he slides it open, before climbing in.
Closing the window behind him, and hearing the soft click of the locking flicking back into place, he looks over at her sleepy form.
"You guys are so stupid," She mutters half asleep, before turning over in bed to look at him, hitting him with a dopey, half asleep smile. Oh yeah, she definitely heard them. He smiles back.
Typical, he smiles to himself, Of course she’s just the only one of them who can actually mind her business. Or just laugh at them from afar… Either works.
After kicking off his shoes and hanging his jacket on a flowery chair in the corner of her room, he climbs into bed next to her.
Wrapping one arm around her shoulders, sliding the other over her waist, hand settling on her lower back, he pulls her in, as she settles against him. He places a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Heyy, sorry for waking you," He whispers against her hairline, smiling down at her.
"Mmph, s-okay," she mutters back sleepily, both hands coming up and snaking around his neck, one bending up and folding lazily into his hair.
"You can go back to sleep," He mutters against her forehead, pulling her in tighter.
"Mmkay..." She mumbles back through a yawn, eyes already closing.
He tightened his arms around her before closing his eyes, breathing in her wildberry and vanilla scented shampoo, he felt himself drifting off.
Smiling softly, Dustin couldn’t help but think to himself, Man… That Byers family, huh?