Dustin Henderson

COMPLETE
Hawkins, Indiana – May 4th 1986 – CLOSED RP with @Steve Harrington I ST

Dustin had been tossing and turning in his sleep after Hopper, El, Steve, and Billy had taken him home last night. He couldn't stop thinking about all the things he had heard and everything he'd seen in the MAC-Z from the view of the clocktower, his mind running a mile a minute trying to find sense and order in it all, anything that could be helpful for a problem he didn't want to solve in the first place. He got out of bed at least five times to look at his sketch from the area, blinding his eyes each time he turned on the little light on his bedside table. When he fell asleep with his head resting on his desk at some point, the sketch with all his notes was crumpled in his hand as it hadn't found the way into his trash bin. Dustin only managed to throw it in there in the dream that followed, one that he couldn't remember anymore when he woke up at noon to his mom knocking on the door. 

Henderson looked at the crumpled piece of paper for a considerate amount of time, like he tried to memorize it before he would throw it away. In the end, it ended up in the pocket of his pants that he put on when he got ready. 

He'd forgotten his bike at Steve's house last night... It had been a week since he'd visited Eddie's grave, and he was sure that some assholes had tainted the headstone yet again with blood red paint in the meantime. He had to take care of that. But to get there, he needed his damn bike.

After completely disregarding his worried mom (who had made lunch and really, really wanted Dustin to eat with her because he wasn't eating well lately), he strutted his way over to where Steve lived. It took quite a while and his feet hurt when he finally got there; But he made a point to be quiet, look around to check if either Steve or Billy were out and about the property, as the last thing he was in the mood for was another stupid argument with either of these two idiots. But the newspaper was still lying next to the mailbox, so they were either still asleep after such an eventful night, or they were just about to come out and get it...

Dustin sneaked his way to the bycicle rack, ducking a little to avoid being seen through the windows, and pulled his bike out of it with slow, careful movements. But his foot somehow got caught up in the mess of wires, and he — along with his bike — fell over with crashing noise.

"Argh, bullshit!"

Thankfully, he wasn't hurt, but the boy cursed loudly. There was no point in trying to be quiet anymore, was there? Especially now that he could see movement behind the windows, and it could be any second now that either Steve or Billy would come out. Crap...

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