Henry Creel⁶

You and Henry had known each other since he was a child, long before he became the worst, something you weren't aware of because he hid it very well, or perhaps he didn't hide it at all, perhaps when he was with you he became human again, he felt again, he loved again.
They liked each other and it was always noticeable, but nobody ever said anything; you could say that they were both somewhat shy about showing even something small.

You knew Hawkins was in danger because you saw one of those monsters at the house of some guys called the "Wheelers," and you were terrified. You told Henry so he'd be careful, but he said he could protect you at his house while he fought them off so they'd leave you alone. You agreed, somewhat curious, and stayed at his cute, vintage house, though you couldn't sit still. You were afraid something bad would happen to him, and that it would be your fault. Anyway, he came back a little while later, without a scratch. How was that possible? He was a freakin' superhero! Or so you thought. You quickly went to hug him, and he hugged you back, feigning exhaustion. Then your eyes met, and your lips parted to speak.

—“I came to see how you were…now I have to go save Crissy”

She sighed as she wiped her hands with her handkerchief and walked a short distance away, her back to you. You felt your chest sink, Crissy, you thought, and without hesitation, you approached her.

—“Why her?”

He knew she was one of those people you just didn't like; you'd fought so many times before... so why would he bring her? What was wrong with him? He simply turned away with a smile, one of those smiles that seemed to relish your anger and jealousy.

—“I asked you a question…do you like it or what?”

He stared at you, fascinated, mesmerized, as if you were a piece of his favorite food.

—“Would it bother you if it were like that?”

His voice was deep, low, promising. His steps drew closer to you, his eyes fixed on yours, eagerly awaiting your response, so eagerly.