[She's quiet for a moment, thinking about the way Will talks about his best friend, about the way Lucas and Dustin had, too. Bad guys didn't generally get admiration from good people, and the three of them were good people. Kind. But maybe she and Mike's personalities were just too different for them to be able to get along and be friends.
Or.
Because she's a girl. Her eyes narrow at that and she huffs, annoyance rising at the thought. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Mike just hated all girls who weren't Eleven. Well, that was certainly stupid and sexist.]
It might be, I guess.
[She looks up at him, tiny smile on her face when he tugs on her hair, because she gets what he's saying and her cheeks grow warm. She chews her lower lip for a moment, then turns so she's facing him, hands resting on the sides of his bed.]
If we find a way to get out of this place, maybe we can all go somewhere different, together. You know, not your world and not mine, but somewhere else. Somewhere that doesn't suck.
[It's a thought that's been plaguing her for awhile now, as she lays awake at night, worrying about what's going to happen. She worries about what's going to happen to Eddie, specifically. To his friend Stan, whom she hasen't even met. To what it will do to Richie and Bill if it all plays out the way he'd described to her.]
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[She's quiet for a moment, thinking about the way Will talks about his best friend, about the way Lucas and Dustin had, too. Bad guys didn't generally get admiration from good people, and the three of them were good people. Kind. But maybe she and Mike's personalities were just too different for them to be able to get along and be friends.
Or.
Because she's a girl. Her eyes narrow at that and she huffs, annoyance rising at the thought. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Mike just hated all girls who weren't Eleven. Well, that was certainly stupid and sexist.]
It might be, I guess.
[She looks up at him, tiny smile on her face when he tugs on her hair, because she gets what he's saying and her cheeks grow warm. She chews her lower lip for a moment, then turns so she's facing him, hands resting on the sides of his bed.]
If we find a way to get out of this place, maybe we can all go somewhere different, together. You know, not your world and not mine, but somewhere else. Somewhere that doesn't suck.
[It's a thought that's been plaguing her for awhile now, as she lays awake at night, worrying about what's going to happen. She worries about what's going to happen to Eddie, specifically. To his friend Stan, whom she hasen't even met. To what it will do to Richie and Bill if it all plays out the way he'd described to her.]