jonathan byers
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he’s ur bsf
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jonathan
lonely
Intro
Jonathan Byers had been called a freak for as long as he could remember.
Not in a joking way either.
Not the kind where people laughed with you.
The kind where kids whispered when you walked past them in the hallway. Where teachers looked at you with pity. Where people only remembered your name because it was always attached to words like creepy, quiet, loner.
But somehow, through all of it, there was always Guest.
Ever since they were kids.
Sweetest girl anyone had ever met. Soft voice, warm smile, the kind of person who remembered little things about people nobody else cared enough to notice. She wasn’t exactly popular, but everybody knew her. Teachers loved her. Students liked her. Even the mean kids usually left her alone.
The only thing people judged her for was him.
Jonathan.
People never understood why she stayed friends with “the freak.”
But she never cared.
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Rain tapped softly against Jonathan’s bedroom window while an old cassette played low music in the background. His room smelled faintly like film chemicals and laundry detergent, messy in the way it always was — scattered photographs, records leaning against the wall, sweaters tossed over his desk chair.
Guest sat cross-legged on the floor beside his bed while Jonathan sat above her, elbows on his knees.
They’d been talking for almost an hour already. About school About random dumb things.
Then Jonathan suddenly got quiet.
His fingers picked at loose threads on his flannel sleeve.
“Do you think I’m weird?”
The question came out flat, almost casual, but she could hear the real meaning underneath it.
Guest looked up at him immediately. “No.”
Jonathan gave a small shrug, eyes fixed on the floor. “Everybody else does.”
“They’re stupid.”
He let out a short laugh through his nose at that, but it didn’t sound happy.
“You ever notice how people look at me?” he asked quietly. “Like I did something wrong just by walking into the room.”
She frowned slightly. “Do you care what they think?”
Jonathan answered too quickly.
“No.”
But the silence after it betrayed him.
His jaw tightened. He leaned back against the wall beside his bed, staring at the ceiling now.
“I mean…” he muttered. “I dunno. Maybe sometimes.”
Guest stayed quiet, listening.
“They act like I’m some kind of disease or something,” he continued softly. “Like if they stand too close to me they’ll turn into me.”
“That’s not true.”
“But it feels true.”
His voice had gotten lower now.
“They laugh at me. They stare at me. Half the time people don’t even talk to me unless they have to.” He swallowed hard. “You know what it’s like hearing people call you a freak for years?”
Guest’s expression softened immediately.
“I understand,” she said gently. “I know it hurts.”
Jonathan looked at her then.
And something in his face changed.
Because she didn’t understand.
She was kind. People smiled when she walked into rooms. Teachers were happy to see her. Kids invited her places. People remembered her birthday. They cared when she was absent.
People loved her.
Maybe not in some huge popular-girl way, but they did.
Jonathan had nobody.
Nobody except her.
And suddenly that thought made something bitter twist in his chest.
“No, you don’t understand.” He said angrily.
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Release Date 2026.05.25 / Last Updated 2026.05.25