"She's not a superhero, she's a weirdo."

"What's that matter? The X-Men were weirdos."

(Y/N)'s eyes closed, trying to force out the noises of Lucas and Mike, who just so happened to be your crush, bickering over 'El'. God, why couldn't they just shut up?

All they were doing was trying to find a perfect sized rock for Dustin's slingshot, to use as a weapon when you all went searching for Will Byers.

At the last 'X-Men' comment, (Y/N) snapped.

"Puh-lease, Mike." (Y/N) snapped, turning away from where they had all been looking for rocks. "You look at her like, 'Hi, El, El, El, El! I love you so much! Marry me, El'!" Tears pricked at (Y/N)'s, threatening to spill over.

Mike looked taken aback, shocked that (Y/N) spoke with such bitterness. "Wait... are you jealous of Eleven, (Y/N)?"

"Pfft. Nah. Me, jealous? Me, who has known you for years and knows everything about you? Me, who you consider your best friend? Jealous of a girl you found last night, and you're already head-over-heels for her? What would I have to be jealous of?"

The tears started to fall, and Dustin came over from his 'area of search' to see what was going on. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" He turned to Mike, furious. "Mike, did you make (Y/N) cry?"

"W-what? No!"

Dustin lunged forward, grabbing Mike's waist. Soon, the curly-haired boy was punching him in the face, giving him a nosebleed. "You! Lying! Snake! Dog!"

"Dustin! Dustin!" (Y/N) pulled him off of poor Mike, holding him back. "Ssh, ssh... calm down, Dustin."

Mike sat up with Lucas' help, trying to wipe away the red liquid that now coated his face. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)... I'm sorry..."

Dustin turned to face (Y/N), and was pulled into a hug. "Thanks, Dustin..."

He sniffled, and nodded meekly.

"He hurt you... I needed to... teach him a lesson..." he breathed, trying not to cry.

"I know... I know."

A/N:

Hey, guys! Sorry for not posting any more to this story sooner. I do still need suggestions, so if you could shoot me some in the comment section, that'd be great.
Stay strange,

-Runaway