Faking it… (so they say)

Joyce Byers was driving home from the day shift at melvald’s. Stoping at the mail box, she pulled out the mail. She then pulled into her driveway, hungry for dinner.

“Hi!” Joyce called as she opened the door to her air conditioned house, greeting her boys who were absent mindedly watching TV.

“Hey mom! How was work?” Jonathan says, barley taking his eyes off the TV.

“Okay… Wanna order some pizza?” She questioned, not having the energy to cook anything tonight.

“Sure!” Wills says as he gets up to dial the number on the phone.

Joyce pads off to her bedroom and changed out of her work clothes, slipping on an old baggy shirt and jeans.

Leaving her room, she takes a seat at the kitchen table, pulling out her camels in the process. She lit the white stick between her lips and puffed on it, reflecting on her day.

“Pizzas ordered… It’s gonna be delivered in 20.” Will calls from the living room.

“Thanks hun!” She calls. She finished off her cigarette and pushed it down into the ashtray. Looking at the pile of mail sitting on the table she brought in prior. Besides from the boring usual stuff, she slides a little envelope out that had “The Byers” on it.

She picked up the envelope, and ripped it oppen. “Save the Date” was printed on the front of the card, with a familiar cousin standing with the apparent fiancé. She hasn’t visited the family she has left in over 5 years… Who is this guy?

The card stated,

“Please join us with you family. Bring your partner and family!” Then the usual wedding information was typed out.

Okay well great… A wedding. Why would they expect her to bring a plus one? Who would she ask, and at such a short notice nonetheless?

The phone snapped her out of her nervous thoughts, she disused that she should answer it this time to distract herself from the dibbockle.

“Hello?” She spoke.

“Joyce! Have you gotten the invitation!?” A giddy voice calls from the other line. So much for taking her mind off of this topic…

“Yeah! Thanks for inviting my family! It will be nice to see you since it’s been so long!” She feigned cheerfulness, when in reality she dreaded this wedding… The one time she got married was a shit show.

“Oh of course! And who will be your plus’s one? I’ve heard gossip about this man… Who is he Joy? He sounds like a great guy from what I’ve heard. “

She knew the man her cousin was referring to, Hop. Obviously. She and him both pretended not to hear the town gossip about the two of them.

“Oh? And what exactly have you heard about this mystery man?” She pried… just to see what people were saying.

“Well, um. You know we live more that 2 hours away, so just the usual stuff from friends back in town.”

Joyce realized that’s as much information she was going to get, assuming that the things said about the pair weren’t extremely pleasant.

“Buncha bull.” She muttered on accident.

“What’s that Joy?” The voice called.

“Nothing Susan, It’s just…” she thought of the correct words telling her that the they weren’t dating, and she would indeed be going alone.

“Ohhhh don’t be all sly about it.” Susan said sarcastically.

“No! -I mean um…” she said, a lot more Sirius and loud than she wanted it to be. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat..

“It’s just um…” she was once again interrupted by a familiar figure stepping into her front door. Hopper and El wore a similar smirk as the both of them entered the living room.

She fiddles with the phone cord nervously locking eyes with Hopper.

“His name is Jim Hopper. He’s the chief of police… We are exited to make it and are happy for the both of you… congratulations Susan.” Joyce finally said.

“Thanks Joyce! See ya there bye!” The voice sounded even more giddy of the talk about Joyce being in a relationship.

Hanging up the phone, she enters the living room.

“Hey guys!” She greets with a warm smile as El hugged her tightly. El has always been like a daughter to her… and Joyce really wanted one. Joyce was more than happy when Hopper first asked her if El could get together with Will and watch movies or read comics. She gladly said yes. Ever since, there has been a lot more of El around, but also a lot more Hop, which she liked too.

“Hey Joyce.” Hopper says in his monotone he usually used. She cracked a smile at him. Admiring how he looks when not in his police uniform. Don’t get her wrong, she really liked it, but there was something different about the way he looked in those dark blue jeans.

Get yourself together Joyce.

She snapped out of it when she heard his voice ask “What was that about… Everything okay?”

She walked with him to the kitchen table. El joined Will, and they traveled off to his bedroom to look at the new comics he got.

They both didn’t really look each other in the eyes. Was he in trouble?

“Is everything ok?” He asked once again sounding a little more nervous. The fact that Joyce was being so silent made his mind race…

“Jim.” She looked up at him, playing with her own hands nervously.

That sure woke him up… yes… he was in trouble she didn’t call him that unless she was mad at him.

“Am I in trouble?” He blurted, slightly relaxing at the sound of Joyce’s laugh.

“No… I need to ask you a favor.” She looked uncertain, as if she didn’t know he would do anything for her.

“Anything.” He sounded a little too willing for his liking, but decided to leave it alone.

“Never mind.” She shook her head letting out an awkward giggle. Her head suddenly shot up when she felt his much larger hand settle on one of her shaking ones. She swallowed thickly.

“Joyce you can tell me… I will help.” He looked almost defeated that she wouldn’t tell him.

“You can talk to me…”

A few moments passed.

“I know.”

A beat. Just as he was about to open his mouth she interjected.

“I-I-I need-you-to-pretend-to-be-my-boyfriend-for-a-dumbass-wedding.” She blurted out all in one breath. She wasn’t even certain if he understood her based off of how fast she spoke, and also the confused look on Jim’s face.

“Okay…” his hand left hers.

“Okay?” She wore a puzzled look. What did ‘okay’ mean?!

“So um… when is this wedding.” He asked.

“Two days.” She said not able to meet his handsome eyes in fear of what she might do.

Hopper was trying to hide his amusement… This is basically was what he dreamed of. Going out of town with the women he was utterly in love with… The only part is is that it would be all an act.

“-And El can come too. Susan, my cousin said I can bring the whole family.” She said chancing a look at his ocean blue eyes. He was wearing a stupid grin on his stupid face… stupid… hot looking face… Maybe if he agreed to it, it wouldn’t be so bad to act like a couple.

“Okay… I will call off work for how many days?” He questioned.

“Three.” She replied.

“Okay, and I will drive my girlfriend and our family to…” he wrinkled his brow at her wordlessly asking where this wedding was.

She couldn’t think of a reply because the only thing that rang in her head was “girlfriend.” She felt her cheeks flush and turn hot. Trying to ignore the butterflies he was causing her to have. Joyce… this is just an act. Get it together… he wouldn’t want to be with you no matter how much you want him she told herself. He could have anyone he wanted, and there was a lot of people on the ‘more attractive’ list before her. Why would he want her?

“Joy.” He bugged her with his foot under the table taking her back from her guilt ridden thoughts.

“Oh sorry um… it’s in Winchester. U’know where it is?” She asked flustered.

He pretended like he didn’t see the way her cheeks lit up. She was probably embarrassed that she had to ask him. Obviously, he would try not to think about how he is the only lousy guy she can ask. Joyce wouldn’t ever want him.

“Okay… Do I need to know anything else?” He asked, running out of basic questions.

“Um… Susan’s paying for hotel rooms for everyone that goes.” She said trying to think about anything other than sharing a room with the man she had feelings for.

Hopper cocked a brow and smiled. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Kids c’mere!” Hopper boomed loudly.

Will and El emerged from his room giggling, as Jonathan padded in from the living room.

They each took a seat.

“Listen kids…” Joyce started.

Then she said “Your cousin Susan…remember her?” She asked earning a nod from her boys and a shaken head from a confused looking El wich made Hop snort.

“She’s getting married in Winchester, and we are going to go to the wedding.” The boys just nodded. El still looking confused gazes at her dad. “Us to?” She asked.

“Yeah. Hop is going to be my plus one, and we both thought that you should experience what a wedding is like. “

El sat up tall in her seat looking exited for the new experience.

“Okay… I’m happy for her.” Jonathan says with a slightly agitated expression.

“Is that… it?” Will questions awkwardly. Hopper and Joyce share a look.

“No um… Joyce and I… we.-“ he stutters. Joyce stoped him by placing her hand on top of his under the table, before quickly retracting it.

“We need you guys to pretend like we’re dating because cousin Susan thinks we are and begged me to invite him.” She said.

Hopper jokingly placed his hand on Joyce’s knee to try and lighten the mood. She simply slapped it away and giggled a little. She tried not to think about the knot that formed on her stomach.

The three children looked at each other. Then back at their parents.

“Anything you say Mom and Dad.” Will says, leaving the adults at the table taking El with him once more, laughing down the hallway.

“Hey umm…” Jonathan clears his throat from the awkward silence. “Is it cool if Nancy and I hang out tonight?” He questions.

Joyce locked eyes with Hopper who wore a knowing expression… She knew what he was referring to. What they were doing at that age.

“Sure honey, just be safe and call if you need anything.” She says still grinning.

“Okay thanks mom.” He kisses her on the cheek and goes into his bedroom, fetching his overnight clothes and bag.

He practically runs out of his room with his keys and bag in hand.

“Bye mom, Hop.” He says and slams the front door shut behind him.

“What about-“ she slumped in her seat… “dinner.” S Joyce sighed to herself. Her son was a teen in love, she smiled softly to herself at that.

“Let’s hope he’s not doing what we were doing at that age.” Hop says to Joyce with a knowing smirk.

“At least he’s not sneaky about it.” She smiled and shared laughter with him.

“So honey…” he started.

“What?” She was caught off-guard by the nickname.

“Is that not okay? How ‘bout cupcake? Or sweetness? Or…” he gasped exaggeratedly. “I know! Pumpkin!”

“Jesus Hopper, please stop.” She frowned with a cheeky smile.

“Well what’s it gonna be baby?” He said sliding closer to her.

“Honey…” she smiled, gently lifting her head to look at his lips and back up. He felt a blush creep across his face. Maybe it was all in his head, but he could have swore he saw her cheeks become rosy.

She was the first to break, causing him to sit farther back in his seat. The doorbell rang, knocking them out of whatever this was.

She shot up, leaving him looking at her as she walked away.

She opened the door, payed the delivery guy, and brought the box to the kitchen.

“Hop, could you fill up the glasses?” She called from the kitchen.

He stands up and walks to the kitchen, shuffling around her as he knew exactly where every thing he needed to set the table was. After the dishes were made, and the food was on the table. The kids joined the adults at the table.

Joyce and Hopper listened to the kids talk about their new school project they were working on together.

Joyce chances a look at Jim who caught her eyes… They must’ve been looking at each other like that for a while because-

“Mom! Are you listening?” Wills says a bit annoyed.

Joyce blinks away Hopper and revisits the conversation she wasn’t completely devoted to.

“Yeah, sorry baby, that school project sounds great.” She said. Listening to Will carry on.

As everyone finished dinner, her an Hop stayed mostly quiet, finding comfort in their children’s normal conversations.

The kids trailed off to the living room, leaving the two to clear the table. The silence was oddly comforting for the two of them.

Hopper brought the dishes to the sink and began cleaning them as Joyce joined his side. She could feel his warmth coming off of his body.

“Hop y’know it’s fine I got it.” She said honestly. Nudging him with her tiny frame trying to push him out of the way. He, in fact could only laugh, and plant his feet… she wasn’t moving him.

“No, Joy. It’s okay, I wanna. Besides the kids are having fun, and you made dinner.” He nods, continuing to fill up the sink with sudds.

“Ordered dinner.” She corrects, earning a grunt from him.

She and him stood at the sink doing the dishes with their sleeves rolled up. Occasionally their elbows would graze each others, but they both pretended it didn’t happen. She was great full she had a friend that would do such an absurd thing for her.

“Thank you by the way.” She said, as if they were mid conversation. She couldn’t look up at him.

“Huh?” He asked confused, passing her a dish to dry off.

“For um-“ She was interrupted.

“Oh! Yeah. Um- of course Joyce. Happy to help.” He grimaced at the way he sounded so eager to help her.

Smiling to herself, she continued to do the dishes.

Once everything was cleaned up, she walked with Hopper over to the living room.

“El! Time to goooo!” He called from the other room. He watched a disappointed El frown. They really did need to get going.

“Hop, can’t me and Will just-“ El begged.

“No, kid we needa go, it’s getting late.” He interjected.

“Mom-“ Will pleaded.

“No, honey Hopper needs to work tomorrow. You will be with each other at the wedding. It’s only two days away.” She reassured. Don’t get her wrong she loved Hop and his daughter around (a little more than she’d care to admit) but he does need to work tomorrow, and Flo would probably kill him if he was late again.

El, defeated, joins Jim and they put their shoes on.

“Thanks for dinner Joyce.” He says and he grabs Elevens shoulder shaking her.

“Oh. Yeah thanks Joyce I love coming here. I can’t wait to go to the wedding!” She cheered.

“Of course honey.” She gave El a quick hug and gave Hop a smile as they walked through the door.

“By Will!” El calls through the door.

“By El! See ya later!” Will calls with an equal amount of excitement.

After she watched the two pull out of the driveway, she turned around. She didn’t notice how much she was smiling until Will gave her a confused look.

“So are we gonna have to call Hop Dad?” Will asked.

Joyce couldn’t help but laugh at the funny question. “No honey. You can call him Hopper.” She said through a giggle.

She earned a nod from Will, and watched as he returned to his bedroom.

She then got ready for the night, changing into her pajamas. Brushing her teeth. Smoking one last cigarette before she told Will goodnight.

She laid down in her bed, and couldn’t help but think about how much she needed Hopper. He was the only thing that took her mind off of all the shit that’s happened these past years.

She woke up early for her shift at melvalds. Will got up right before she headed out the door, asking if he could spend the day with Mike. She nodded, told him to be safe, and left for her shift.

The store was dead. She had to work there until 5 and had all but 4 costumers walk into the store by 2:00.

She stared aimlessly at the crossword puzzle she was half into before she heard the bells above the door ring. Happy to see it was Hopper she looked up and smiled at him. He loved that the reason she was smiling was because of him. The thought of that twisted his stomach in the best way possible.

“Hey Joyce, how’s work?” He asked as he entered.

“Dead. You’re the first customer today besides a few old lady’s.” She rolled her eyes.

“Sounds like you got your hands full.” He remarked as he walked over to her register.

“What can I do ya for Chief?” She questioned. Usually he stoped by to just see her, but she thought she would ask anyway.

“Well… So for this wedding. We kinda need a story.” He began, leaning on the counter by the chair she sat at.

Joyce raised her eyebrows. “A story? What for?”

“Well we need to fool these people. So I thought we need to be on the same page on what we will tell them when they ask. Y’know?” He says, pulling over a stool, and sitting across from her.

“That’s a good idea I didn’t think of that. What should we tell them?” She said sitting up a little straighter in her seat.

“Well… First the basics. How long have we been dating?” He says, taking his hat off and setting it on the register next to her.

“How ‘bout 2 years?”

“Perfect…” He pauses and thinks about another question people may ask.

“How did we meet?” He says.

She rolled her eyes. “How about we reconnected after Highschool when I got pulled over by you.” She says.

“Not too far from the truth anyway.” She remarks, letting out a sarcastic huff. She didn’t have enough fingers to count the amount of times she got pulled over by Hopper for speeding. Luckily he was well… Hopper, and let her go. He always joked about how she only has her license because he catches her driving ungodly fast.

“Great, then one thing lead to another and-“ He is interrupted by Joyce looking astonished.

“Woah! Hop we can’t tell people that! They’re my family!” She says with wide eyes and mouth agape.

“Okay… “ he scratches his head trying to think. Easing his eyebrows for Joyce to answer the question.

“We went on a few dates.” She says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Where was our first date?” He questions.

“Jesus Hop,” she says rolling her eyes.

“Joy. If we wanna fool these people then we needa come up with a believable story.” He says a bit sternly.

“Okay, we went to Enzo’s and had a great time…” she notices the way his eyebrows went up and down with a shit eating grin all over his face.

“Okay.” He says. Finally satisfied.

“What about like… PDA?.” The thought of this turns her cheeks red. She hadn’t thought about that.

“What?” She says flustered, crossing her legs to hide her-

“I mean… we’re dating right? At least we’re gonna need to dance or hold hands. I mean- only if it’s necessary of course.” He clarifies.

“Okay. Yeah. Um- yeah. That’s fine. I suppose we will need to do that.” She shudders.

“Okay. I will pick you up tomorrow at your house around 4:00?” He stated as he grabs his hat and stands up to leave.

“Yep. And Hop.” She stood to grab his arm, stopping him from moving too far away.

“Um… thank you.” She says shyly not able to meet his eyes.

“Sure Joyce see ya tomorrow.” He says then leaves the door. She is left smiling at the door he once stood in. She was standing there for what seamed like a wile before she heard his car start up, knocking her from her dumb found gaze.

The whole rest of her shift she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Snap out of it Joyce. He’s just a friend. And she was painfully aware of that. He’s just helping you out she reminded herself.

The next day she was at home. She had called off work ever since she read the wedding invite.

She spent the whole day packing for her, and repacking for Will, knowing that he definitely did not bring wedding attire or proper clothes.

A knock on her door rang as her and Will were on the sofa watching some channel he enjoyed.

4:00 exactly, her watch said. She opened the door to find an exited El. She couldn’t help but look at Hopper. There was something different. He wasn’t wearing his regular outfit. He must’ve shaven, gotten new jeans, and brushed his hair.

“Hey Hop. You look… nice.” She said awkwardly. Eyes traveling to his feet and back up again.

“Thanks, ready to go? El had been on my ass all day about getting here on time.” He peered at El, El returned him a mischievous look.

“Yep! We are all packed!” She said and she called Jonathan out of his room.

He brought the suitcases along with him as Hopper grabbed as many are he could hold. She thought that that was so Jim Hopper of him and smiled to herself.

They climbed into the car, the three kids having to squeeze in his small backseat. They were off.

Hopper found it very annoying that everyone wanted to stop at every gas station they passed. Mental note, Joyce has the smallest blatter he’s ever known. Listening to the kids bicker, then laugh, then bicker again gave the two comfort.

Hopper and Joyce stayed mostly quiet as they listened to their children.

The drive that was supposed to be 2 hours, ended up being 45 minutes longer.

The arrived at the judge hotel, swarming with familiar faces. Damn. How she tried to avoid these situations at all costs. And, to top it off, her and Hop were acting as a couple. She must’ve shown the nervousness on her face as they pulled in the parking lot because she felt a large hand rest on her knee. Looking up, she saw a concerned Hopper, she thought it was crazy how observant he was.

“You okay?” He asked brow furrowed.

Now the feeling in her stomach wasn’t nervous. Well maybe it was, but for a whole different reason. Definitely NOT the hand she felt on her leg. Of course not.

“Yes. I’m okay. There’s a lot of people and I don’t really like this kinda stuff.” She says feeling a little more relaxed.

“I never noticed.” He sarcastically remarks. He lifts his hand from her knee, she instantly feels empty at the loss of his hand.

The family exits the vehicle, retrieving their suitcases. Once again Hopper grabs Joyce’s, Wills, his own, and Els. Jonathan took his own in hand.

“Joyce!” A peppy voice calls from a distance. She notices the tall, brunet running tears her with her arms open.

“Hi Gloria! It’s been so long!” She says as the taller women nearly squeezed the air out of her.

“You kids have gotten so big!” She looked to all three children.

“Hi Gloria!” Jonathan says trying to sound happy to see her.

Gloria peers at Will and makes a remark about how tiny he was the last time she’d seen him.

Hopper looked over to Joyce with a shook face. Joyce just smiled and nodded as she looked at Hop with knowing eves. She already knew what he thought of Gloria. He would probably say something like ‘she’s… a lot’.

After Gloria is done smothering her boys in hugs, she turns to El.

“Huh. And who is this pretty girl?” Gloria questions as she punches Elevens cheek. El in fact, was taking her all in, and didn’t respond. She wasn’t used to such affection from someone she didn’t even know.

Hopper decided that he should jump in.

“This is my daughter, El.” He says approaching Gloria.

Gloria looks up at Hopper.

“Hi I’m Hopper, I’m Joyce’s boyfriend.” All of the kids let out a laugh, earning a mom look from Joyce. They quickly quieted.

He held out a hand for Gloria to shake. He was suddenly ambushed by a firm hug from this woman. Hopper looked over Gloria’s shoulder, giving Joyce another look. All she could do was cover her laugh in her hand.

“I’ve heard so much about you!” Gloria says breaking away the hug. Hopper takes a deep breath.

“Oh really?” He quips amusingly.

“Yeah! Joyce talks about you a lot! I’m glad the police Chief and his daughter could make the time to make it!” She says all giddy.

“Anything for Joyce!” Hop says.

“Well, I will see you guys around okay? I hope you like your hotel rooms.” She said giving the adults a knowing wink.

Jim and Joyce just shared a fake laugh as they watched Gloria pep-step her way back to find another person to talk to you.

“Good Lord. Who was that.” Hopper asks Joyce, earning a shove by her. She knew he would say something like that.

They began making their way to the lobby of the hotel.

As the three children walked through the sliding doors they all gasped. Joyce and Hopper looked at each other with wide eyes.

The hotel was covered with gold specks, fancy furniture, and a breakfast station.

“Glad we’re not payin for this.” Joyce mutters under her breath. Hopper snorts at that.

The 5 of them walked up to the front desk.

“Hello, name please?” A blond lady asks.

“Byers.” Hopper says. Tapping his foot on the floor. The kids watched the lady type on loud keys over the counter.

“Alright, there looks like there are 2 rooms arranged for your family. There is a room with a double bed, and the other has a queen.” The two adults thought that they would worry about that later.

The blond passes the two of them the keys to their rooms. “You have rooms right down the hall from each other. Rooms 425 and 430 she says.

Hopper and Joyce both reach for the keys, causing their hands to brush up against each other. She felt goose bumps. God, she felt stupid. She snatched the keys out of the lady’s hand, thanked her, and tried to avoid as many people as she could. The kids shared excitement by the looks of the hotel. None of them had ever seen anything this fancy, and Joyce wasn’t sure if she had either.

Hopper lead the way down the hall with everyone following behind him. Joyce tried not to look at the way his jeans fit, but she felt guilty when she did. It can’t hurt to look… can it?

The five of the entered the elevator. Joyce pushed the bottom to the 4th floor. All of them (some more exited than others) listen to the elevator music eagerly.

“So um… are you and Joyce sharing a room?” Jonathan questioned. He really liked Hopper, but also didn’t want him to hurt his already hurt mom.

Hopper nearly choked on the air and just stared at Joyce. The elevator doors opened and they made a right.

“Yes, we will. Don’t be weird about it Jonathan.” She sternly answered as they made their way down the hall.

“I’m not!” He says. Then mutters, “Just wondering…”

They met their designated doors, the kids room had two double beds, with a pullout couch. The three of them plopped down on their claimed spots.

“Don’t stay up too late kids.” Hopper says, knowing they probably wouldn’t listen to him, but they did look tired.

“Night mom and dad!” Will says on a mocking voice. Hopper walks out of the room, practically pulling Joyce out of it, as she was reassuring the kids to call their room if they needed anything, and to be safe, and-

“Joyce let’s go!” He says tugging on her arm.

The kids door shuts as they are left alone to walk down to their room. It all of a sudden… became… very awkward.

“Do you think they will be okay Hop?” Joyce asked nervously, as he carried her suitcase.

“I promise you they will be okay. They will call if they need anything. Seriously, they’re literally locked in there.” He joked, earning a snort from her as he watched her visibly relax.

They came to a halt at their door. She retrieved the keys from her pocket. Her and Hopper were painfully close, he was practically towering over her.

She placed the key in the slot, twisted it. (Obviously) and turned the doorknob. She was strangely confused when she felt her body hit the door. The door didn’t open.

“The hell?” She asked. Repeating the same step.

Becoming visibly agitated, Hopper laughed at how easily she got pissed off. She shot him a scowl and returned to twist the door knob.

“Joyce. Twist the other way.” He suggested. She looked so hot when she was mad.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing Hopper.” She says as the door still isn’t budging.

She was basically trying everything she could to get this damn door open.

She immediately stoped when she felt Hoppers calloused hand grab onto the one holding the keys. He simply giggled, gently moving her to the side, taking the keys out of her hand, reinserting the key into the door, twisting the knob, and Joyce watched as the door effortlessly glided open.

“I did that! The hell?” She said, completely baffled.

He pulled the suitcases into the room after she entered in behind him. She couldn’t help but laugh at how Hopper made things look so easy.

“This is nice.” She said, after conserving her laughter.

“It is… is there anything we needa do tonight?” He questioned.

“Nope, the kids are supposedly in bed, and everything we need to attend isn’t till tomorrow.” She sighed in relief.

“Thank God…” he itches his head shifting his gaze away from her.

“I think I’m just gonna sleep on this chair tonight…” he said looking uncomfortably.

“Hop don’t be stupid.” She scoffed.

“I’m sure we can share the bed… it looks big enough for us… I mean- if that’s… okay for you?” She asked suddenly feel her mouth go dry.

“You sure?” He says…

“Hopper, I really don’t wanna hear about how much your back hurts in the morning. It’s fine… promise.” She added giving him a slight smile.

“Okay.” He breaths.

“I think I’m gonna take a shower.” She says looking up at him through her lashes before she pulls away, heading for the bright bathroom.

She risks a look back at him as she opened the bathroom door, he was looking at her like he had seen a ghosts.

With a concerned brow, she tilts her head, “Everything okay?”

“Yep, I mean… yes… sorry.” He says. Jesus he looked stupid. Why was he so worried about sharing a bed with Joyce?

She gave him a small nod and entered the bathroom.

Hopper hears the water begin to run in the bathroom, he didn’t realize he had been standing there for that long. He opened his suitcase, which was packed with differed clothes. He was more focused on what El brought that he just grabbed his usual clothes, and some old wedding attire. He hoped the things he brought would still fit.

He finds a pair of baggy sweatpants, and a white Tee he’s has for over a decade. He hurried to slip them on, knowing Joyce could walk through that door and see him… well… y’know.

He sits on top of the white comforter, and finds the remote that powered the TV. He flicks it on, and began channel surfing, anything to get his mind off the fact that he was sharing a bed with Joyce.

He heard the door clock open since he was aware of every little sound their room made. He shifted uncomfortably.

He glances over to see Joyce’s hair dark, and dripping wet. She was covered in a white towel. He looked at her with wide eyes, trying not to stare, and forced himself to only look at her face. He failed, eyes traveling to her exposed legs, and her shoulders dotted with sun spots.

“Forgot my clothes.” She says as she padded over to her suitcase. She couldn’t help but notice the flush in Hoppers face as she looked at him. She smiled to herself, and got butterflies in her stomach. No man had ever looked at her like that, and one thing that didn’t help her imagination, was that this man was Jim Hopper. Maybe she wasn’t crazy. She found her neatly packed pajamas and hurried back to the bathroom.

For the second time tonight, all he did was stare. Jim, get it together. She probably thinks your a creep even more so now that you looked at her like that.

He once again, hears the door click open, and this time she has her baggy pajamas on.

“Hey.” She says, climbing onto the opposite side of the bed.

“Hi.” He said horsely. Then cleared his throat.

“Gonna brush my teeth.” He said trying to avoid her at all costs. Not that he didn’t want to share the bed with her, quite the opposite actually. He was scared what he might do. He didn’t deserve Joyce, and definitely didn’t have the right to fall in love with her.

He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, splashed his face in cold water, and tried not to notice the aroma of cheep shampoo coming form the shower.

He exited the bathroom to find Joyce looking at the channel he landed on. It was some kinda game she didn’t care about.

“Didn’t know you were into this kinda stuff.” She said from the bed. She thought she pretty much knew everything about Hop… as she has known him longer than she hasn’t.

“I’m not.” He chuckled. She felt the bed dip as he settled on it. He left as much room between them as possible.

“Hop can we go ta bed? I’m tired?” She whined as she peered up at him, he didn’t look back. Was he upset that they were sharing a bed? Was he seeing someone? Why was he so stiff and uncomfortable?

“Course.” He turned the TV off, leaving no background noise for the two of them. He leaned over the night stand to turn of the lamp.

She shifted under the blankets as she felt him do the same, leaning back on the bed, finally settling.

“Night Hop.” She said, with her back to him. This wasn’t weird. Just sharing a bed with her best friend. This was only weird because she was making it that way. Surely he didn’t feel the same?

“Night Joyce.” He said. Little did either of them know, they were thinking the exact same thing.

Joyce shut her eyes. Despite her being exhausted from the car ride, she couldn’t really sleep. It wasn’t her fault. It was chilly. More than chilly. Freezing. And there was a very warm man lying next to her.

Hopper was trying to settle his mind down for sleep. How was he supposed to do that?

“H-Hop?” She said unsure.

“Yeah?” Maybe she would tell him to sleep on the floor and put them both out of this weird circumstance. He did, oddly like it though.

“It’s freeeezing.” She said, still with her back to him. Trying to give him a hint.

“I’m not cold.” He says. What was she suggesting?

“That’s because your a walking furnace.” She remarked. He could practically feel her eyes rolling as she said that.

He let out a grunt, laughing a little.

Joyce squinted her eyes shut. Don’t say it Joyce. Don’t…

“Could you maybe… um… get a little closer. You know. To warm me up.” She said. Oh shit she thought, she has messed this up.

She again didn’t hear a reply. Instead she felt a shift in the mattress as he rolled over.

He thought that this was the best thing to ever happen to him. Lucky bastard. He wasn’t just pretending to date Joyce Byers, he was also sharing a bed with her. He decided that talking would only make a fool of himself, so he stayed quiet, worried he might tell her that he has feelings for her. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away.

Joyce tried not to cheerfully squeal as she felt a large arm coil it’s way around her.

“This okay?” He asked. Hoping she couldn’t feel how shaky he was, and how labored this breathing was.

“Muuuuch better.” She said. He was warm, she liked how small and safe he made her feel.

He tried to get comfortable and buried his face in her damp hair. She felt his stubble on her shoulder, and felt more butterflies flutter in her stomach.

That wasn’t quite enough…

“Can I just…” she shifted, causing him to prop himself up by his elbow, and lift his opposite arm off of her.

Did he take it to far? Clearly not. He felt her turn over to face him and settled her hands on his chest.

He tried not to smile. This was definitely one of his fantasies.

He settled back down, inches away from her lips. He draped this hand over her again.

“There we go!” She huffs. Okay yes… this was much better… and he didn’t seem to be complaining she thought to herself.

He rested his forehead against hers. They breathed each other in. Hopper smelled like toothpaste, aftershave, and cigarettes.

Hopper was finally settled in this new space until he felt a knee find its way between his two long legs.

“Mmm” he hums, sending a deep vibration through her entire body. This women was gonna be the death of him.

“Hopper! Your so warm!” She practically groaned, this wasn’t helping Hopper. The fact that she was getting as close to him as possible made him almost insane.

For the second time tonight, the twos breathing began to settle down. They dozed off around the same time, still breathing each other in.

The next morning, the two must’ve slept in, because the sun was violently pearcing through the hotel room window. Joyce woke to the feel of a warm body next to her, something she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

As her eyes fluttered open, her leg was draped over a large set of legs that found their way to tangle themselfes with her own. Her head rested on a rising and falling strong chest. She could hear the faint sounds of his breathing. His arms were so tightly wrapped around her she felt like she was in a cocoon.

Taking in the moment, she lightly lifted her head off of his chest. She looked at his relaxed face, not remembering the last time she had seen him look so peaceful.

She, obviously didn’t want to wake him in their current state, so she slowly tried to wedge her way out of his comfortable weight. She didn’t want to be the one who was asleep on him when he woke up.

She had begun by lifting her leg from over their intertwined limbs, and slowly inched her way out.

Just as she was almost free, she felt a low grunt from a still asleep Hopper. He simply grumbled through his breath and rolled over to where Joyce was now laying. Joyce felt a knot form in her stomach as she felt his arms pulling her into him. He rested his head in her hair, and her back was to his stomach. She instinctively smiled at how he did this, and lifted her legs as his own practically cradled her.

His other arm worked its way to where her hands rested on a pillow, and laced their fingers together. His large hand made her feel so safe, even if he was asleep…

He in fact, was very much awake, and knew exactly what he was doing. Hopper thought it was payback for what she pulled last night.

She let herself relax yet again, and was almost drifting off again until her thoughts came back to her half working mind.

“H-Hop.” She lightly said and gave him a small nudge. “Hmm?” he huffed. Thats all he could say as his grip on her only tightened, making Joyce feel like she never wanted to leave this current state. “We gotta get up. We gotta get the kids and go to the weird ass breakfast get together” she snarls. He could feel her eyes roll as she said this.

“5 more minutes” he grumbled as Joyce slipped away from his grasp. She instantly felt cold when she left his embrace.

“No. Jim get up.” She says, throwing the blankets off of her, and standing from the bed. He was making this difficult.

“Joyce…..” he whined. Was this man 4 years old or something? Not even her own children were this stubborn in the mornings.

“Jim!” She finally got his attention by whipping a pillow through the air. The white pillow his his face, sending his sleepy eyes wide open.

“What the fuck Joyce?!” He says. At least he was awake now.

“Oh good! Your up!” She says earning a incoherent mumble from Hop. Probably something that was along the lines of a curse.

Hopper lifted his head from the pillow as Joyce stared at him with her hands placed on her hips.

She got even more frustrated with him as she saw his head drop to the pillow. “Hopperrrrr” she says rounding the bed so that she was standing in the side he slept in.

“Get.” She grabbed his arm and gave it a strong tug. “Up!” Another strong tug from her got him to fully sit up.

He finally regained consciousness, and blinked at Joyce who was still in her baggy pajamas. Her hair was disheveled, and her face still looked tired. He thought she’d never looked more beautiful.

“Okay, okay.” He says, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “What are we going to?” He asked.

“It’s this stupid breakfast thingie.” She said.

“Ok… we’ll I’m gonna take a shower.” He says, standing from the bed and peering down at Joyce who was no longer at his eye level.

She watched as he scratched his head, and Joyce stepped out of his way. “I’m gonna get the kids.” She says.

“Oh and Hopper.” She grabs his arm, stopping him from walking any further. “Don’t come out cause I’m changing okay?” She says.

“Okay.. Gimmie 20 mins to get ready.” He says, trying to avoid the thought of how she looked when changing.

“Okay, I will be with the kids. Wear something nice… like jeans and a button down.” She says, finally letting go of his arm and letting him walk away.

“Bye honey.” He winked, and turned around to head for the shower. She chuckled at that. She wishes he called her that all the time, but that again… was complicated.

As soon as she heard the bathroom door shut, she dug through her suitcase, looking for the black dress she found at the back of her closet. She pulled out the dress, and slipped her shirt off first, leaving her in her basic bra and her plaid pants.

“Forgot my cloths-“ He came to a complete stop as he saw Joyce. “Aghhhhh!” Was all he said, looking at her exposed skin.

“Hopper! I told you I was changing!” She shouted, reaching for the shit she took of. Trying the best to cover herself, she watched Hoppers vision travel all the way down to the place she was trying to cover up.

“Sorry!” He yelled and made a fast 180, heading to the bathroom faster than ever.

Joyce’s shoulders slumped as she watched him turn away. She let out a huff, and returned to dress. Why would he come out? She told him she was changing. Idiot.

She got fully dressed in her basic black dress and began brushing her hair. She was getting aggravated with the comb the hotel provided because it kept getting caught in her thick hair. After swearing for a while, she finally got her hair smooth.

She took out the tiny make up bag she’s brought with and began putting mascara, blush, and some tinted lip oil on. It had been more than a while since she’d put on make up. There wasn’t really a reason to wear it. Who was she trying to impress? Now that they weren’t in Hawkins, and she was with Hopper, and it was a wedding, she felt she must do something to look presentable. The regular baggy jeans and messy hair wouldn’t do it this time.

Hopper stayed in the bathroom. The image of her frame still standing there. He brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and walked out with a towel around his waste.

“Can I come out now?” He said timidly.

“Yep.” She called as she sat on the bed putting her earrings in. She couldn’t help but get a quick peek at the way his muscles looked when he walked out of the steamy bathroom. Jesus.

Hopper grabbed his clothes and returned to the bathroom. He took a quick glance at her, the regular attire she wore wasn’t doing her ass any favors. This dress sure was though.

As he was in the bathroom, he changed, and spritzed his cologne on.

He walked out and Joyce looked him up and down. “You clean up good.” She says, brushing her hair behind her ears.

“Thanks, you don’t look to bad your self.” He remarked. Actually, he thought she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, but that he will keep to himself.

She snuck past him and made her way to the bathroom. She could smell his cologne and men shampoo from the shower as she brushed her teeth.

She was in the middle of spitting out her tooth paste when she heard, “hey Joy!” from Hopper. “Hey.” She said with a mouth full of toothpaste. “I gotta question for ya.” He stated as he leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed, mischievous look painted his face.

“What?” She asked, as she spat the last of her toothpaste out, trying to avoid his suggestive face.

“Was that a new bra?” He spat out with a shit eating grin.

“Jim Hopper! I swear to god. You better run!” She yelped as she whipped around and hit him on the chest. He took this as his que, and began running from the bathroom. She was a lot faster than he thought, and she was right behind him.

She couldn’t help the smirk on her face because he was right… it was a new bra… how he knew baffled her, not that she would ever admit to that though.

He sat on the floor as she stood over him. He was reaching for his dress shoes when she pushed him, sending him toppling on his side toward the floor.

“Okay! Okay!” He said, putting his arms up in defeat as she lowered her hands because she was gonna hit him again.

“Sorry!” He said as he slipped on his shoes, he watched as she sat on the bed by him, and began slipping on the heals she brought. They were still laughing.

“Cmon! We needa get the kids. We’re gonna be late Hop.” She said as she stood herself up. She turned to face him, and was pleased to find that he wasn’t towering over her as much. She knew the heals were a good idea.

He noticed too. “Your taller.” He says. “I knew the heals were a good idea.” She stated, turning around to head for the door. “It’s been a while though, hope I don’t fall and embarrass myself in-front of my family.” She says as she opened the door that led out into the hallway.

“I’d catcha.” He mumbled, he didn’t think she heard until she gently hit him with a elbow.

They walked in scilence as they made their way to the kids room. Both Hopper and Joyce looked at each other as they stood outside of their room. The amount of noise and laughing coming from that room was staggering. Joyce rolled her eyes and Hop knocked on the door.

“Mornin kid.” Hopper says to El, who was in a summer dress. “Hey Hopper. We’re almost ready.” She says, moving out of the way so the two can enter.

“What the hell did you guys do?” Joyce says as she takes in the messiness of the room.

“Your sons are messy.” El giggled.

She looked up to find her two sons hitting each other with one of the hotel pillows, laughing away. It’s nice to see her kids finally being kids, and not having to save the world from monsters and shit.

“Boys!” She said with a stern look on her face, with one hand on her hip.

“Brush your hair, get your shit together.” She says as they quickly fumble over everything in the room.

Hopper and El looked at each other, and El was laughing the whole time. Will and Jonathan combed through their hair with their fingers, and smoothed out their dress clothes.

“Ready?” Joyce said, as her boys nodded in unison. The family left the room, and headed down the hall to the elevator.

Will was talking to El about how she needs to calm down, and make sure to use her table manners. All she did was ask more questions.

As the 5 of them heard the elevator door ding, and open, Jonathan stepped in first and hit the correct button. The doors shut and Jonathan cleared his throat, getting Hopper and Joyce’s attention.

“What?” The two of them said in unison. They looked at each other, and then back to her son. “Don’t cha think that you guys should… I dono.” He said, staring at his feet awkwardly. Hop and Joyce looked at each other with the same confused look. “Do what?” Hopper said. Jonathan itched the back of his neck, continuing to stare at the floor. He finally looked at them. “Just…” was all he said before he reached out for both of their hands and made the two hold onto each other. Hopper, obediently laced his fingers with Joyce’s. She felt his large hand surrounding hers, as she obliged and linked her fingers with his calloused hands.

“Oh.” Joyce said, with an audible gulp. Hopper watched as her throat dipped and thought of what to say. “Good idea kid… thanks.” Was all Hopper said as he held Joyce’s hand.

The doors opened as if on cue, and the family walked out. Joyce and Hopper still hand in hand.

“This okay?” He asked as he rubbed her knuckles with his hand. He’s noticed she’s looked a little off ever since her son had suggested this… might as well ask… right?

“Oh- yeah… I mean. I kinda like it.” Fuck, did she say that out loud. As Joyce was thinking of what to say for an excuse to her filterless voice, Hopper interrupted before she could get a word out.

“Me too.” He said low and quiet, as if a secret. She was actually glad for once that he had interrupted her, she gave his hand a squeeze. What did he mean when he said me too? Did he have the same feelings? Or did he just like to hold a women’s hand? Why hasn’t he been seeing anyone for a while? Did he love her as much as she loved him? Did he know how much he meant to her? Did he know that she needed him?

“Joyce! You look so pretty!” A voice called from behind the two. The family turned around to be greeted with another family member of Joyce’s. Joyce gave Hops hand a quick squeeze before letting go and joining the embrace her oldest cousin was offering.

“Wow Amanda! It’s been so long!” She said as her cousin squeezed her. Amanda looked over Joyce’s shoulder and cocked an eyebrow at Hopper. All he could do was offer her a small wave and a grin as he watched her squeeze the air out of his girlfriend.

Hopper watched as Amanda made her way to Will and Jonathan, pinching their cheeks and giving them smothering kisses on their heads. Will and Jonathan kindly talked with her talking about how much they’d missed her. Joyce smiled to herself at that… she’d always told her sons that they can only “lie” when they were trying to make the other person feel appreciated. This is what she called a white lie.

As Amanda trotted over to Eleven, Eleven moved to Hoppers side like a shy toddler.

“And who may this be?” Amanda said as she bent down to smile at El.

“I am El.” El said. Hopper had helped her with social grace, and how to carry on a conversation, but these were never with strangers. She still had some work to go.

“Hi.” Hopper said with charm in his voice.

“My name’s Jim Hopper. El’s my daughter, and I’m Joyce’s boyfriend.” He said offering a charming smile, and a handshake to Amanda.

Amanda shook his hand firmly as she spoke, “Good morning! Im so happy ti finally meet you!” She let go of his hand, and ushered them to a table. “Your table is set, and there is a breakfast buffet.” As Amanda watched the family sit at their labeled table, Joyce thanked her and gave her one quick hug before Amanda trailed off.

El and Will peered around at the place. The outside layout consisted of multiple other tables draped with white table cloths. Rows of brightly colored flower bushes surrounded the area. They looked at the hotel they had exited before, it was the fanciest building they’d ever seen.

Jonathan, causally excused himself from the table as his family settled. He snuck away to the buffet to Sherri the layout. There were pastries, bread arrangements, weird looking cheese, and any type of breakfast food he could imagine. He swiped a porcelain plate that was painted with light blue flowers, and his eyes quickly found the pancakes. He scooped up 3 or 4 of them, and ignored the fruit layout. No need for that. This was a vacation, he didn’t have to worry about cost, or if his mom would worry about him. Because she was right with him, and this vacation was all inclusive.

“Mom can we go now?” Will said, bouncing in his seat. Joyce gave Hopper a questioning look. “Yeah you can.” Hopper said through a smile. Joyce was so protective of her son, and his fake daughter. That thought made him redden.

Joyce and Hopper were both caught in their own thought process until she intervened.

“Should we. Umm.” She stuttered as she pointed to the plates next to the lines of food. “Oh… yeah. Sorry.” He says offering a tight smile and the dismissive shake of his head.

They made their way to the plates, he handed her one, and their fingers brushed against each other again. Why the hell does this keep happening the both pondered. And why does it form a knot in my stomach?

They parted. Hopper went for the bacon, as Joyce headed the opposed direction, tears the fruit.

They all returned to their seats around the same time. El noted that everyone had gotten toast. Joyce’s plate consisted of strawberries, toast, and many other fruits as well. Jonathan had eggs with some weird leaf shredded on top of them, with toast, and yogurt. Will and El occupied the waffle station together, and they tried to clean up the overflowing mess they made when they used too much batter. Hop had toast, with bacon and a biscuit that basically fell apart when he picked it up with those ridiculous tongs.

They all settled in and began to eat their breakfast. The kids were oddly using their manners, leaving the two parents furrowing a brown at one another. Joyce listened to Jonathan talk about new photos he’s taken, and the school opportunities he has. Hopper was listening, only with his ears and not his brain as he was distracted by the pilled up plate that sat in front of him.

“Hop” Joyce tugged on his sleeves just as everyone finished their heavy breakfasts. He lifted his brows at her in response.

“We should go if we wanna beet these people into rushing their way back to the hotel.” Hopper always knew she wasn’t a social butterfly. Quite the opposite actually, and that was one of the things he loved about her. She didn’t seem to be bothered or nervous when she talked to him. As if she actually liked him around.

“Good idea. I don’t want to run into anymore of your hyper cousins.” He winked as he nodded.

“Kids are you all done?” Joyce asked as she fixed her gaze to them.

“I’m stuffed.” Was the only thing that came out of Jonathan’s mouth as she watched Will and El nod in unison.

Joyce got up and shouldered her purse, letting her kids walk in front of her. Hopper stayed back, she noticed how much of a Dad he’s become, always looking out for El. And her boys.

Joyce silently found Hoppers hand and intertwined their fingers as they were before. He adored the idea of spending this enthuse vacation like this, especially when her son didn’t have to awkwardly suggest that the two should hold hands.

Her dress was becoming uncomfortable the more she walked, and the heals? She knew they would be bad. But the ache in her feet was pretty much unbearable.

As they made their way to the elevator, Hoper noticed that Joyce was gripping his hand tighter and tighter with every step.

“You okay?” He said looking down at her.

“These goddamn heals are killing me.” She said as they walked into the elevator. She leaned against his body as she bent down and pulled at the heals that were cutting off her circulation. He stabilized her light weight as she leaned int him.

She let out a released huff once the heals were successfully off. “That’s better” she said as she rose back to her original height, now noticing how much shorter she was than him. He gave her hand a squeeze and took the heals from her hand. They exited the elevator with one of Hops hands holding Joyce’s small high heals, and the other holding her hand.

They all came to a haul rat the kids room. They looked like they were going to ask them something Hopper concluded.

“Is it alright if I take them to the pool. They wanna swim, and it’s hot, and I figured you guys had your own thing going on so.” Jonathan rambled.

“Is this okay with you?” Joyce asked Hopper, who simply nodded and told El to make sure she wore sunscreen.

“Thanks Mom and Hop!” Will said as he took the keys from Jonathan’s hands and opened the door. El followed suit as she went skipping into the room, looking for her bathing suit.

“Make sure you guys are back by 4:30 okay? We are meeting for dinner.” Joyce started.

“Don’t let ‘em drown John.” Hoppers added, half jokingly, the other half not.

Jonathan slowly started walking back as he nodded to the twos long list of rules.

“Okay!” He finally said putting his hands up for the two to stop worrying.

“There’s a little restaurant by the pool that surges hamburgers and stuff. We will stop there for lunch.” Johnathan says.

“You’re sure you don’t mind honey?” She offered her son a understanding look.

“Mom I really don’t mind. Now will you guys too worrying and go do something fun?!” He retorts. Before the two could muster up an answer, the door was shut, followed by a laugh behind the door.

Joyce pulled Hopper along and they began their short distance to their room.

Hopper thought he should confess his feelings on his trip. That it would be the perfect opportunity for him. He was just so scared that she would run away like everyone else in his life he ever cared about. Maybe the love confession could wait.

“Do ya think that there’s drinks in the mini fridge?” Joyce commented, nudging him with their intertwined hands.

“God I hope so.” He adds, getting a small giggle from her. Hopper took the keys from his pocket and opened the door, earning an eye roll from Joyce because she couldn’t get the door upon their arrival.

She entered their room and headed straight to the small fridge by an expensive looking desk.

She opened the door to find a few small bottles of expensive liquor and snatched one for each of them. Hopper set her high heals down and fell into the seat by a nearby desk.

“Yes!” Hopper hissed, making a victorious gesture with his fist. Joyce leaned up agains the desk he was facing.

Hopper cracked the small bottle open with his hands, and began to redden when he say Joyce struggle to open the glass.

After he heard her curse for a while, laughing at the way she was struggling to get the mini bottle open, he leaned from his chair and took the glass from her hands. She gave him a sigh and an eye roll as she looked straight into his blue eyes when he effortlessly cracked open the bottle. He gave her a smug look and handed her back her drink, earning a sarcastic “thanks.”

“Here’s to… what?” She questioned, not knowing what to make the toast to. “A fake relationship.” Hopper chimed, giving her a flirtatious smile. They clinked their bottles and downed their drinks. The two of them hissed at the sting it left their throat with. It was the afternoon, around 1:00 to be exact, but a celebratory drink couldn’t help.

Once finished with their drinks, Joyce fully stood and took the empty bottle from his hand to discard if is.

“So, what do you wanna do today? I don’t think either of us really wanna stay cooped up in here.” Hopper said as she walked back from the trash.

“Ummm I don’t really care. I’m just not looking forward to talking to all of my nosy family.” She replied, running her slender fingers through her hair at the thought of an interrogation lead by her female cousins. Probably asking where she found a big hunk of man.

Hopper let out a grunt, thinking of a way they could avoid social interaction. “How about we walk around the garden.” He adds.

“Hop, that garden looks beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but it’s gonna be swarming with familiar faces.”

“No I don’t mean the one right outside of the hotel.” He scratched his beard. “How ‘bout the one a little farther away? It’s only like a miles walk, unless you only brought those heals.” He added, peering at the discarded heals on the floor.

“But the kids.” She pleaded, this offering was sounding more and more appealing, but she always worried about her children.

“There fine Joy, Jon’s with ‘em.” He added, watching her shoulders relax. “‘C’mon.” He said, lunging up from the chair he was sitting in. “Fine.” Joyce rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile that crept across her lips at the thought of waking through a brightly colored garden and reminiscing about their early years with Hopper. Maybe then would be a good time to tell him that she was in love with him. Women do that now right? No, it would be a lot easier if he made the first move, she said to herself as she walked with Hopper. She snatched up her black flats from her suitcase, there was no way in hell she was walking another steps in those torture devices of a shoe.

“How do you think this is going?” Hopper said as he took hold of Joyce’s hand. Even though this was a new regular, she felt heat through her entire body.

“Actually really good.” She let out a released sigh. Hopper pressed the elevator door and the walked in. “I dont think people are being suspicious about us or anything,” she added.

Hopper gave her a hum in response as they exited the elevators. “Wanna stop for an extra drink?” Hopper quipped, nodding toward the open bar. “What kinda question is that?” She retorted, obviously she wanted another drink, she was already feeling more relaxed from her previous drink, one more couldn’t hurt.

They headed tears the bar as the bartender asked them what they would like. “Umm if I recall…” Hopper pretends like he’s thinking and tapped his chin. “A Diet Coke with a splash of vodka.” He looked at her and silently eased his eyebrows asking if that was correct. “And he’ll have jack on the rocks.” She said, looking Hopper straight in the eye. The bartender scurried off to whip up their drinks.

“How’d you remember?” Joyce asked. “What do you mean “How’d I remember?” How did you remember.” She laughed at the way he pretended to act like her, even if it wasn’t even closely accurate.

She shrugged in response as they fetched their drinks from the counter. Joyce sipped through the little straw in the glass as she peered at Hopper, who immediately chucked it in a garbage near by.

“Ready?” He questioned, taking a hearty sip of his drink. Joyce nodded in return and they walked through the crowd of people.

Hopper was quietly walking through this bustle of chatty people, until he felt a tight grip on his arms. Joyce was strong, but this wasn’t her, no these hands were much larger, and firm. He shifted his entire body around and saw a younger gentleman who had oddly white teeth.

Joyce stood at Hoppers side questioning what would unfold.

“Hey chief! Jim right?” The man said, offering a handshake to Hopper. Joyce vaguely recognized this man to be one of the groomsmen. She still didn’t say anything and watched Hopper turn his charm on.

She gaped at the two who seemed to completely block out her presence. Maybe it was the buzz from her drinks, but she didn’t want to be standing there, listening to Hopper and some younger man talk about shorts, and hunting, and beer, and other manly things.

Truth be told, Hopper didn’t really enjoy the things this man named “Jeff” was taking about. He was the Goddamn chief of police, he didn’t have time the watch the games, or shoot. He shared the basic knowledge he had with the guy about Jeff’s interests.

“Cmon! You’ve gotta meet the other guys, they’ll love ya.” The man said. And all Joyce did was stay put, watching Hopper be tugged through a crowd, only to be brought to one of all males, who were all laughing obnoxiously loud. Well, she supposed it was a sign, Hopper wasn’t interested in her, instead he’d rather talk about fishing. Joyce rolled her eyes and made her way back to the long of the hotel where the open bar was.

She was feeling a buzz from her recent drinks, and told herself she wouldn’t have another, she needed to sober up before one drink turned into 5, and she did something reckless.

She downed the last of her drink and ordered a glass of water. She thought about going up to their room, but decided to wait for Hop. She found her way to a small table located in the corner of the room and quickly took a seat in the high stool.

She sat there sulking, and constantly sneaking peeks the time. It had been exactly 30 minutes she was waiting for him to return.

“What’s a pretty girl like Joyce Byers doing here looking so sad, and alone.” A snarky voice woke her from her rumbling thoughts. She looked up with confusion all over her face until she saw a face she constantly tried to avoid at family gatherings. The cocky man was a family friend, who’s name was Tod. She remembered when she’d just gotten through the divorce with Lonny, and was set up with him by her cousin that was now the bride.

All she remembered was the date was one of her worst. She didn’t even want to go on the date in the first place but figured if Lonny were to show up, it would be nice to have another man around besides her oldest sun. Tod was the exact opposite of what she was looking for, the first date ended with him trying to kiss her, which politely declined. This of course ruined his ego and things were just all around bad.

“Hi Tod.” She said in her best attempt to be polite. She watched the balding man strut over to her. He wasn’t Hopper. Where the fuck was he?

Her muster of a smile quickly faded as she felt him get oddly close to her. She got off of the stool, and politely took a step away from him, nervously sipping on her water.

“You didn’t answer my question.” The man said as he reached out a hand to twirl her hair in his fingers.

“Actually,” she retorts, taking a larger step back.

“I’m here with my boyfriend.” She says, not looking at his face. Joyce nervously chewed the inside of her lips as he stepped closer, making his body flush against her own.

“I don’t see him…” Tod whispers into her ear, sending nervousness through her entire body. Just as she though she was about to be smothered by this man-

“Honey!” Hopper quickly walked up to the table she was now standing at.

“Hi Hopper!” Joyce calls, relief washed over her face. Hopper seems to understand what was going on and walks over to Joyce.

He takes her cheek in his hand and placed a quick peck to her lips, so short, Joyce can’t even register it. As his lips touched her, her heart began to pump out of her chest, and the once butterfly’s that formed every now and then when he accidentally grazed her, were now turning into airplanes, because they’d just kissed.

Hopper gives her a smirk when he notices how flustered she is and places the small of his hand in her back, so the two of them were facing the man who was shifting uncomfortably before them.

Joyce tried to speak, but her voice came out a raspy, stuttering mess. She cleared her dry throat, and started again.

“Tod, this is my boyfriend Hopper.” Hoppers grip on Joyce’s side tightened.

“He’s the chief of police back home.” She made sure to add. Jeff offered a nod and a tight smug smile. Joyce could notice the visible sweat that began to form on the sides of his clammy face.

“Nice to meet you,” no it wasn’t. Hopper reached out the hand that wasn’t snaked around Joyce’s hip, and shook the man’s sweaty hands. What the hell just happened? Jim Hopper just kissed Joyce Byers, Hopper thought to himself, he reminded himself to stay nonchalant.

Tod lest out a huff and looked between the two until his gaze dropped to his shoes. Joyce knew she was blushing, but she didn’t care, all she could do was smirk in Hoppers arms as they watched Tod fumble over her words.

“I-um…” he scratched his face staring at anything but them. “Should… yeah.” Tod flushed and quickly headed in the opposite direction of them. Hopper still stood there, arm firmly on her waste, Joyce’s thoughts rang in her head when she thought about him marking his territory.

Joyce was smiling when she was trying to act annoyed with him from his abandonment earlier. He obviously took the hint and loosened his arm on her.

“Oh cmon Joy, what was I supposed to do?” He said, fully retracting his large hand from her waist, she instantly felt cold at the lack of contact.

“I donno Hop!” She smiled again, damn him. She was trying to put up a fight but her face was failing her incredibly.

“Mkay,” he said, he’s let her have this one. “Sorry, next time I will tell them that I don’t actually care about their weird hobbies.” He said, placing a warm hand on her shoulder.

“Happy?” He raised his eyebrows at Joyce. She was lost in her own thought, ones that weren’t related to this particular situation. She wanted him to kiss her again. His sent was still of her lips, but that wasn’t enough. All he did was give her a quick little kiss. She wanted him to scoop her up and make out with her until the perverse man in-front of them ran away. Maybe she was more drunk than she thought…

“Huh?” She asked blinking hard trying to remember what Hopper had blabbed on about. “Oh.” She held her hand up dismissively. “No, it’s okay Hopper.” She said, giving him a lazy smile.

“Well, we don’t have time to walk a mile to that garden you are talking about.” She retorted, finding his hand and pulling him along.

“I said I’m sorry!” This tiny woman had a tighter grip than he’d thought.

“Where are we going?!” He questioned as he was being ripped through the crowd.

“I gotta sober up, and we needa get the kids Jim.” His ears reddened as he heard her talk about her being buzzed from the alcohol. After all, she was a single mom who was drinking mid-day. She’s called him Jim. That got his attention.

The rest of the walk consisted of Hopper painfully slamming against walls as she rapidly turned corners in the hotel hallway. He could hear her snicker every time he grunted out of pain. She tugged at him the whole way to their room until she let him open the door.

He eases the door open and she goes in, reaching for the basket with complementary snacks. She found an organic protein bar that looked like it tasted like grass, that
will have to do.

Hopper sat on their bed as he watched her rip open the bar and take a small bite out of the block. He laughed at the way she verbally cursed out the bar because it was so tasteless and disgusting.

“Feeling better?” He asked.

“I’m not drunk Hopper.” She added as she rolled her eyes at him. She threw the bar back in the basket after taking a few more forceful bites from it.

“C’mon. We gotta get the kids.” She says as she walked into the bathroom to spice up her lipstick. He tried not to stare as he walked to the door to the hallway.

They walked out of the room hand in hand until he heard somewhat of a yelp from the tiny woman beside him.

“Jesus!” He yelled. She was stumbling until his firm hands wrapped around her torso, grounding her.

“I thought you said you weren’t drunk?!” He joked as he released her from his grasp and she was now standing in her own.

“I’m not! I just tripped over my own feet!” She punched his shoulder as he began wheezing from how hard he was laughing. In Joyce’s defense, she did have to move her legs faster to keep up with Hopper who was practically a whole foot taller than her.

“If ya say so…” he shrugged his shoulders by the time they made it to the kids room, Hops hand found hers once more.

“Kids! Let’s go!” Joyce yelled into the room as he watched Jonathan try to tie his tie.

Hopper simply walked over silently and let out a soft “C’mere.” He grabbed the tie and quickly tied it perfectly. Joyce was watching this whole time and the sight made her heart melt. Lonny wasn’t even there for any occasion where the kids would need to wear a tie, let alone, teach them how to tie one themselves. Hopper patted Jonathans shoulders and Joyce walked into the o bathroom with the door open.

El stood there trying to zip the back of her new brightly colored dress Hopped must’ve bought for her. “Need help honey?” Joyce asked in her motherly tone. El nodded and Joyce zipped up the dress.

“You look so pretty El.” Joyce said, earning a little giggle from her. She patted El on the shoulders and they began making their way towards the boys.

Hopper held the door for all of them as they flooded out into the hallway. She looked at her youngest, who’s hair was still damp from the chlorine shocked pool.

The adults asked the kids how the pool was, earning a series of shrieks and laughs. They listened as the kids blabbed about the lunch station, the deep end of the pool, and how slow Will was at swimming.

The family made it down to the lobby of the hotel, that was spruced up with circular tables, with candles lit in the center of each. God, if this was just the dinner before the wedding, what was the wedding going to be like? Joyce thought to herself how much money this could possible cost?

Will ordered chicken nuggets, earning another motherly sneer from his mother. Of course Will would order chicken nuggets in the most fancy place he’s ever been. El nudged Hops shoulder so that he would tell the waitress what she wanted. Hopper ordered some sort of grilled chicken, without all of the weird leaves and unnecessary seasonings on it. Jonathan ordered a medium well stake, and drenched it in the mystery sauce that was placed on the table in a showy glass. Joyce ordered something she usually wouldn’t even read on the menus because it would be too expensive. It’s vacation right? She ordered a spaghetti dish with wine induced read sauce, followed by a wine she very much butchered the name of, earning a small laugh from Hopper. He ordered lasagna with a glass of “chee an ti” “Hop, honey, it’s Chianti.” She bit back her laughter, resting a hand on his shoulder.

They all guzzled down their food until the kids were noticeably slumped.

“Mom can we go back up to our rooms.” Will asked.

“Yeah, Hop we’re tired,” El added.

“Plus, I really don’t wanna talk to our cousins.” Jonathan added.

“Jonathan.” She peered at him as she took a sip of her wine.

“Yes kids, that’s fine, just don’t be dumb and make sure you actually sleep tonight.” Hopper said, leaning on the back of his chair before he told ark that she better brush her teeth.

Hopper and Joyce were left at the table, sipping their wine.

“So…” she said, giving him a smirk.

Hopper downed the rest of his Chianti and cleared his throat.

“Wanna stop at the bar?” He added, but then interrupted himself.

“-Oh! And before you say anything, I’m not gonna ditch you Joyce, Tod’s not gonna be anywhere near ya.” He said, softening his gaze which made her heart flutter.

She rolled her eyes, and rose to her feet, “fine.” She said, still smirking as she downed her glass as well. She took his hand and they found their way to the bar.

By this time, there had been a large amount of smoking, and music playing. Hopper and Joyce chatted about work, and their kids, as they sat drinking at the bar.

“Wanna order a shot?” Hopper quipped. She showed reluctance in her unknowing face.

“C’mon Joy,” he leaned from his bar stool to nudge her with his frame.

She protested for a few moments until she could no longer resist. “Okay, just one.” She smiled as he ordered the two of them a shot.

“Ready?” He asked, but before he heard her say anything, he watched her tip the glass and take a hefty swig of the clear liquid out of the small glass. The feeling of this strong alcohol streaming down her throat made her wins, and scrunch her nose.

Hopper still sat there watching her let out a disgusted growl, slam her glass down, and stick out her tongue.

“Jesus.” She said as she met his gaze once more.

“Hopper!” She hit him.

“You’re turn!” She leaned over to him.

He was looking uncertain, but didn’t have time to ponder because Joyce found her feet, and unbalanceingly took the drink from his hands. His brow furrowed and she raised the glass so it was to Hoppers lips. The whole time she was giggling as she tilted his head back with her other hand, and poured the drink into his mouth. His reaction was quite the same as hers. He growled from the bitter shock in a similar way as well, and let out a “Jesus!”

“See?!” She said, as she wobbled her way back to her stool.

“Another please.” Joyce said to the bartender as she slid the two empty shot glasses away from her. The bartender took the glasses and filled them up once again.

“Joyce, I thought you said just one?” Hopper slurred on his words.

“Oh ‘cmon Hop, don’t be a party pooper!” She added until Hopper counted them down and they were chugging the shots again. He thought it was nice to see her so worry free, and to look at her eyes and not see constant distress.

This time Joyce was screaming with laughter, she thought that Hopper looked so funny and doofey when he made those faces. The feeling of alcohol soothing her nerves, she saw a group of people dancing to some new song she’s never heard before.

Hopper was still making that cute ridiculous face but she bit her lip and looked up at him. What was she suggesting? Oh yeah, he saw the dance floor, but was too pansy to ask Joyce to dance. Now that he was 3 something drinks in he felt a little more adventurous.

“Wanna dance?” He asked shyly, but his uncertainty was replaced with relief as Joyce smiled and stood again.

“Let’s go!” She said as she pulled him off of his stool.

They made their way to the floor, and saw a crowd of people laughing, and it looked like they were enjoying themselves.

She took his hand and they danced, the fast loud music reminded her of when the two of them danced at the high school spring dance, that lead them to leaving early and smoking out side. Back when she was young, and care free.

Hopper was enjoying his sight as he watched Joyce jump around and put her arms up with hir hair loose. It was nice to see her relaxed, even if it was only temporary.

As the song died out, a much slower, and older song began to play though the speakers.

As almost on cue, everyone slowed, and began to sway with each other. As did Joyce and Hopper.

Joyce’s hands rested on the back of Hops neck, as his hands made their way to her hips. They couldn’t hold back their grins as they just stared. Admiring each other, and cherishing the moment.

“You know what this reminded me of?” Hopper said in his low voice, which Joyce could hear rumble through her ears.

“Summer of senior year?” If she was right she was recalling the exact same memory.

She took a small step closer, causing Hopper to adjust his bright blue eyes on her.

“Yeah,” he said, with a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

“We were in Karen Wheeler’s back yard, having a campfire or some shit.” He began, and suddenly the memories were flooding back to her, as if the weren’t memories at all, as if it was last week, but the feeling of it was entirely different, they were teenagers that didn’t need to worry about monsters from an alternate dimension.

“And we were roasting to marshmallows, listening to this exact song.” She stated in a soothing tone as she swayed in his arms. She raised her hands and they made their way to his jawline, stroking it in subtle movements.

“Then everyone went inside to look for more of her old man’s whisky.” Hopper added, tightening his grasp on her waist, pulling her closer, sending a flush to her neck.

“Then you kissed me,” she said, lowering her gaze to his lips, and her eyes fluttered shut as she pulled his neck down to lure him into a kiss. This intake of booze was making her bold. His breath hitched, and he was less than an inch away from her lips. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her hands felt like simmering hot flames.

He paused. He locked in place. Like he was frozen or some shit.

She felt his lips ghosts hers, barley meeting. Was he teasing her? Did he actually want to do this? Fuck. Her hazy mind made its way back to reality. She looked up to see him in absolute bewilderment, staring at her with wide eyes. Damn it she fucking messed this up. Now he knows. Now he knows everything, and he doesn’t feel the same way. Maybe she could play it off as a drunken mistake? But that would be lie, she’s wanted to feel this… and she wanted it with Hopper. Or maybe she could tell him she didn’t remember doing that? Or maybe-

“Shit.” She said, trying to loosen her grip on her cheeks. Breaking the eye contact.

“I-I’m sorry Hop,” she said. He still stayed completely silent. Stiff as a board.

“I-I uh.” She felt the tears begin to pool in her eyes. This is the most embarrassed she’s felt in a long time, and dammit she was a single mom, she should be the one embarrassing her sons. What the fuck was this? Did she just get rejected?!

“Hopper.” Nothing, his grip on her was still as tight as it was before. She shook him slightly.

“Jim.” She said firmly, taping his face slightly with her hand.

“I-“ He jolted, was that really all he was going to say?. Jesus. He was making a fool of himself. His crush since ninth grade tried to kiss him, but his dumbass didn’t move. Now he was bright red and he was sure he ruined all of this.

The song was half way through, and it was no longer comforting the two of them.

“Joyce. Sorry.” He added. What the fuck did he say that for? This is not how he planed the first non-high school kiss with Joyce.

“No. Hop.” She said, looking down at her feet and tried to step away from him. She felt his arms snake their way around her body, and she was flush against him.

“I’m in love with you.” He said softly, staring her straight in the eyes as tears began to form in his eyes as well.

“What?” She must’ve been hearing things. Was she this drunk? Was HE this drunk?

“I’ve been in love with you since 9th grade Joyce. Then we drifted apart. It’s always been you. Even when I was far away, I never forgot you Joyce.” His voice was raw with emotion as he looked at her big brown glassy doe eyes. His tone expressed nervousness, lust, and a hint of fear.

Now it was her turn to stare in disbelief. Did he just say what she’s been wanting to tell him for the past…. Years?

“I love you Hopper.” She whispered, and her hands made their way up to his cheekbones once again. Hoppers shoulders slumped like the weight of the world had just been lifted off of him. Joyce audibly signed.

A tear slipped its way down her cheek, and she felt Hoppers hand wipe away the droplet. She leaned into his hand and her breathing slowed. They had finally confessed their feelings after years of dancing around each other. So, this time, they weren’t dancing around each other, no, this time they were dancing, together.

They just stared at each other. Then Joyce broke the silence. She started laughing. And not just a slight giggle, a cackle. So much so that people started to turn their heads.

Hopper looked around as the majority of people were judgmentally gaping at the two.
Her voice pierced the silence of the room.
Joyce’s head was sprawled back and she was struggling to even catch her breath, she’d somehow forgotten about her surroundings and completely lost the chance of composing herself. She was finding it difficult to even stay ground, so most of her frame was leaning on Hop.

“Joyce!” He whisper-hissed, and felt her forehead rest on his chest as she continued to laugh.

“Shhhhhhh!” He was starting to fight back the smile himself as his head twisted to look at all of the people staring.

She finally covered her own mouth to mute her shrieks and felt her feet begin to wobble and give out.

This didn’t go unnoticed to Hop, as he basically held her up and stopped her from collapsing to the ground. Joyce felt her weight being supported and lifted by Hoper, and was surprised on how easily he could hold her. His hands rested beneath her arms, and they tightly held her waist.

“Okay. I think we’re callin it a night.” He smiled to her as his body was pressed to hers. She sent a look of adoration toward him, followed by a defiant whine.

She was completely standing again and began to walk until her weight seemed to shift from one side of her body the the other, and she was stumbling yet again. Hopper was at her side once again and contemplated for a moment. Joyce wasn’t gonna make it back to the room. At least not until she’d fallen a dozen more times. She was still laughing. Damn this woman.

“Okay.” He led out a grunt and she felt his arm beneath her thighs. She felt herself being lifted from the air and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Her dress was hanging down and his arm held her just before it would’ve flashed the audience. She was shocked by how effortless he held her.

Once they twisted and turned their way through the bustle of people, Hopper carried her bridal style down the hallway and made his way toward the elevator.

Joyce couldn’t seem to contain herself and was still cackling just as hard as before, but the only noise he heard was her because they weren’t surrounded by blaring speakers.

He entered the elevator and she reached to push the number four. She rested her head on his chest and he feel her breathing on his thin button down.

He walked to their room and opened the door with one hand.

He brought Joyce to rest on the couch by their bed. He couldn’t help but make sure she knew. He needed to clarify. Just in case.

“Joy?” He asked as he sat down across from her to take his shoes off, her doing the same.

“Hmm?”

“Y’know I meant everything I said right?”

“You’re not just drunk?” She sounded almost hopeful, tears forming once again.

“No.” He huffed.

“Even though I am very much drunk,” she slurred as her head swayed against the couch.

“I meant it too Hopper. I’m in love with you and-“

She was cut off by the feel of the lips shed been craving to feel on her all night long.

His hand tangled in her loosely tied back hair and she pulled him closer to her as she breathed him in completely.

She craned her arms around his neck and she leaned against the arm of the sofa, pulling him onto her. His mouth watered when he heard a needy moan come from her mouth.

They pulled away because if they didn’t one of them would’ve passed out. Chests heaving together, they rested their foreheads against each others.

All of the feelings that had been buried for so long we’re now finally coming to the surface and it was the most beautiful thing to experience.

“I love you.” He whispered. She felt his voice on her lips and cracked a smile.

“I love you too.” She pulled him down by the collar and brought him down into another firm kiss. His tongue teased her bottom lip as she eagerly pulled him closer to her.

The two of them made their way to the bed, never parting lips, and crashed down on the white sheets together.

After what seemed like an eternity of making out, the two of them stilled. This was not the time or place to, you know…

As they caught their breaths and relaxed, Hopper turned to face Joyce, who was facing him already.

“I love you.” He repeated again, he felt so relieved that he could finally say these words to her.

“I love you too.” She smiled at him and adored the way he repeated this. She could never get tired of him.

She inched closer to him and rested her cheek on his chest as he rolled onto his back. They shared a “night” and the two of them dozed off together.

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