Working at The Hawkins Post was rarely a good ocurrance for Nancy Wheeler—accompanied by misogynistic, even some pervets co-workers—was not what she expected when she got the job.

The only good part about the job was you.

Nancy liked you since the first moment she talked to you. You were nice, kind, and funny in your own awkward way.

The first days you were clearly nervous around Nancy, since meeting new people wasn't your deal. But with time, you came to feel at ease with her. And it was the same for her.

Nancy felt at ease with you: comfortable, like she could be herself without an apology. Her nerdiness was not bad in your eyes, and you saw all parts of her—the sweet nerd, the braveness, the curious, intelligent woman—everything about her you saw, and you stayed with her nonetheless.

When she told you about the Upside Down, about everything that happened with Barbara, with Will, you believed her.

You were always there for her.

And the more time passed, the more she felt butterflies in her stomach when talking to you. At first, she told herself it was just some kind of illness that for some reason only happened when you were around. But soon, she couldn't deny her feelings anymore.

Nancy Wheeler was in love with you.

Tonight, you were staying at her house for a so-called sleepover. And she was planning to finally confess her feelings.

"This movie sucks." Nancy spoke from her bed, laying down while watching the TV, you laying next to her, with her arm around your waist.

The moment felt so intimate yet so comfortable that Nancy didn't knew how to stop her heart from beating faster and faster.

It was the moment to confess, she decided.