Nancy
"Barb, pull over," I say as we drive down the street.

"What?" she asks.

"Pull over!" I say again.

She does and asks, "What are we doing here? His house is three blocks away!"

"We can't park in the driveway," I say.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, the neighbors might see!"

"This is so stupid," she says as I touch up my lipstick. "I'm gonna just drop you off."

"Come on, Barb. Come on. You promised that you'd go. You're coming. We're gonna have a great time."

"He just wants to get in your pants."

"No, he doesn't!"

"Nance, seriously. He invited you to his house. His parents aren't home. Come on; you are not this stupid."

"Tommy H. and Carol are gonna be there!"

"Tommy and Carol have been having sex since, like, seventh grade. It'll probably just be, like, a big orgy."

"Gross."

"I'm serious!"

"All right, well . . . You can be, like, my guardian. All right?" I start changing my shirt. "Make sure I don't get drunk and do anything stupid."

She sighs. "Is that a new bra?" {Nancy's going all Little Mermaid for Steve.}

I look at my topless chest and shake my head. "No."

.^.^.^.^.

We ring the doorbell and Barb is shaking with nervousness.

"Barb, chill," I say.

"I'm chill," she says.

Eventually, Steve opens the door, loud music flooding outside. "Hello, ladies."

(Y/N)
Eleven sits at our D&D table in the basement.

"What's the weirdo doing?" Lucas asks.

She places her fingers on the edges of the board, closing her eyes, looking real focused.

"El?" Mike asks.

She opens her eyes and studies one of the pieces. "Will."

"Superpowers," Dustin says. Lucas shakes his head at him.

Mike sits next to El. "Did you see him? On Mirkwood? Do you know where he is?"

She slides all the pieces of the board and flips it upside-down, placing the piece she previously looked over in the middle.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"Hiding," she says.

"Will's hiding?" I ask. She nods.

"From the bad men?" Mike asks. She shakes her head.

"From whom?" I ask. Because I, personally, will step up to kill whoever wants to hurt him.

Eleven places the Demogorgon figurine next to the other, and the boys and I share equally worried glances.

Jonathan
I park on the side of the road and grab my camera from the trunk. I snap pictures of things that may be helpful in finding Will. A scream is heard from a distance and I rush off to find who it was—like oxygen feeding the flame of hope. {What is it with me and themed metaphors like first it was literacy and now it's fire what the heck.} When I find the source of the scream, it's literally just Tommy H. threatening to throw Carol into the pool. I think it's Steve Harrington's house, if I remember correctly.

I decide to stay and watch for a while. You know, just in case something . . . helpful happens.

Steve cuts into the side of a beer can and sips it down, then starts talking with Nancy Wheeler. {I almost typed "Nancy Byers" oops.} She does the same and everyone else starts chanting, "Chug! Chug!" After a while, Nancy drops the can and holds her arms up victoriously. She starts talking with Barbara Holland, and it looks like she's trying to persuade her to do it, too, handing her a beer can and knife. Barbara eventually gives in and tries to slit the can, but it looks like she got her hand instead. She leaves, probably to get it bandaged. I snap a couple photos of the group, feeling slightly creepy. But I'm doing it for Will, I remind myself.

Tommy pushes Carol into the pull, and I can't help but think she deserves it, for being the bitch she is. Tommy jumps in after her. Steve pushes Nancy in the pool, and I know she doesn't deserve that. Lastly, Steve jumps in and they all play around, splashing and making out with each other. Honestly, Nancy deserves way better than Steve.

I click a few more photos and just hope I don't get caught.

Joyce
I jump awake in the armchair when the phone rings. I quickly pick it up and ask, "Hello? Hello?" There's more breathing—just like from last time. "Who is this? Will? Will, it's me. Talk to me." My voice comes out cracked and high-pitched through my soft tears. "I'm here. Just tell me where you are, honey. I can hear you. Please."

A sharp gasp escapes my mouth when a faint "Mom?" sounds from the phone in Will's voice. The lights flicker and call out to him through the phone. "Yes, it's me. It's me. Where are you? Where are you? Just talk to me—"

Another crackle of electricity surges through the phone and drop it. I pick up the now-blackened phone again and sob into the hook {hey I just figured out what it's actually called!}, the chance of speaking to Will fading.

I angrily, frustratedly throw the phone on its hook to the floor, sobbing into my knees. The lights flicker again. "Jonathan?" I call out. As I walk down the hallway, the lamp starts flickering, too. The radio in Will's room starts blaring Should I Stay or Should I Go?, nearly scaring me half to death. From the slit at the bottom of the door, I see the lights in his room also flickering. I gather enough bravery to go inside. The desk lamp is turned on and the other one is flicking on and off.

It's Will. . . . It has to be. He must be . . . communicating through the lights or something. "Will, is that you?" I ask. The bulb in the lamp burns brighter and brighter with every passing second, and then everything goes off.

Something appears to be stretching through the walls, trying to break in. I shriek and run outside, where I hole myself up in the car. I fumble with the keys and start the engine.

The power comes back on in the house, the lights blinking and the radio blaring. You're hallucinating, Joyce. You're going crazy. It's not real. It's just some kind of PTSD, probably.

I muster up my courage again and head back inside, ready to figure this out.

Nancy
"I'm freezing," Carol complains as we all dry ourselves off.

"Well, I hear his mom's room has a fireplace," Tommy says, walking off into the direction of the bedroom with her.

"Are you kidding?" Steve asks.

"Oh, yeah?" Carol counters.

"Okay, well, you are cleaning the sheets," Steve says to them. "You all right?" he asks me.

"Yeah," I say.

"Come on; let's get you some dry clothes," he says. I follow him upstairs and Barb stops me halfway there.

"Hey, Nancy," she says. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere," I say. "Just upstairs. To change. I fell in the pool." I chuckle, revealing my soaked clothes. Why don't you go ahead and go home? I'll just . . . I'll get a ride or something."

"Nance . . ."

"Barb . . . I'm fine."

"This isn't you."

"I'm fine. Just . . . go ahead and go home, okay?"

.^.^.^.^.

I stare out the window and Steve hands me some clean clothes.

"Privacy, maybe?" I ask.

"Oh, right," he says. He starts walking out, but stops, still looking at me. I remove my top anyway and he stares at me. "Damn."

"Shut up," I say coyly. He walks back over to me, placing his hand on the back of my head and pulling me into a kiss.

Barb
I sit on the diving board and dangle my feet in the pool. The blood from my cut drips into the water, mingling with the water. The water turns a weird shade of grey and something appears behind me; I shriek.

.^.^.^.^.

I wake up, coughing up some strange liquid. I call for Nancy, but no one answers. When I turn around, that thing I saw before is there.

Third Person
Steve pushes Nancy onto the bed, kissing her harder.

Barb looks around for a way to escape, but to no avail.

Steve removes his shirt.

Barb grabs onto something in attempt to escape the monster's clutches.

Steve and Nancy stop for a moment when he asks her what's wrong, but she passes it off as nothing.

Barb grabs onto the pool ladder, pulling herself up.

Steve and Nancy have no idea what's going on.

Barb is too late to escape; it was too quick.

Hi.
Okay so most Stranger Things on crack videos make me uncomfortable and/or depressed but this one is actually greatness.
I kind of only added it because of the "Mike repeating himself montage" but the entire thing is great.
Okay bye.