⠀ just a party ? he can arrange some jungle juice , regardless . ⠀

⠀ it wasn’t far to get to the wheeler house , he parked up outside and headed to knock at the door . his car looked ( very ) out of place in this part of town . ⠀

⠀ he’s here . anyone else ? ⠀

⠀ hey ! nancy ! ⠀

⠀ he shrugged slightly , stuffing his hands in his pockets and raising his brows . “ the cops just don’t seem bothered . it’s fine , it’s fine . i guess you need to study for the history test , right ? “ he shrugged , again . “ he’ll probably come home , later ? “ ⠀

⠀ he grunted slightly . “ last night . he was here , at yours , last night . maybe he stayed at dustin’s or something ? I don’t know ! “ he muttered . “ but what am i supposed to do ? “ ⠀

⠀ i’m all good , don’t worry . did i tell you nancy moved in ? ⠀

⠀ it’s good , really good . she dropped out of emerson , did karen say ? long story . we got a new apartment , it’s so nice . ⠀

⠀ he ran his hands along his face and through his hair , a heavy sigh ensued . “ where would we even start ? i just don’t get it . “ he paused with a huff . “ none of it makes sense , he wouldn’t just run away . “ ⠀

Natalia Dyer for Cult100