Frankie had fallen asleep beside Will, and Mike decided it would be best to sleep on the floor beside the bed.

Thankfully, Mrs. Byers had provided him a sleeping bag.

Around 10am, Will jolted awake, inevitably waking both Mike and Frankie with him. While Frankie remained rather dazed for a few seconds, Mike immediately displayed a face of concern.

"Will, what's wrong?" Mike questions from the floor.

"Are you okay?" Frankie adds, grabbing his hand in concern.

Will's chest rises, and falls at a rapid rate. His body is practically drenched with sweat, and he looks a bit out of it. His eyes drift from Mike to Frankie, and it takes a few minutes to register where he is.

Next thing he knows, he's moving towards the living room. Mike and Frankie can only follow with confusion.

Joyce is sat in the living room, looking around at the drawings hung up. She looks to be in deep thought, and doesn't even respond the first few times Will calls out to her. That is until he reaches and grabs her shoulder.

"Mom," he mumbles, trying to grab her attention.

"Yeah," she turns to him quickly, snapping out of her wonder.

"I saw him," he states.

"You saw who, baby?" She questions with confusion.

"Hopper," he replies. "I think he's in trouble. I think he's going to die."

Frankie's eyes widen at his words, and Mike swallows the lump in his throat. The entire situation was getting thicker and thicker, and Frankie could feel that the worst was yet to come.

Quickly, the trio make their way into Will's room. Joyce has Will draw out where he saw Hopper.

Finally, he sets down his crayon.

"Hey, is this where you saw him?" Joyce stutters, "is this where you saw hopper?"

Will nods his head, "I think so. Yeah."

"Okay," she mumbles softly, turning and looking around at all the drawings. Mike decides to help.

As the two leave Will's room, Frankie turns to Will with a curious look.

"What?" He questions, feeling nervous under her stare.

"Nothing, it's just....you look especially attractive in the mornings," she laughs.

His face reddens at her words, and he quickly tries to cover it up with a cough.

"I look disgusting, actually," he corrects. "I'm all sweaty."

Frankie shrugs.

"I don't think the word disgusting could ever be a word in the vast vocabulary that describes you," she argues. "I would kiss you, even, if I knew how to do that. I've only ever seen it in movies."

"Y-You would kiss me?" Will stammers.

"Yeah," she nods.

"Does that mean that if I kiss you, you won't be offended?" He questions.

"I definitely wouldn't be offended," she laughs.

"Then, I guess I'll have to test that out, eventually...." he trails nervously.

His hands fidget in his lap, and he refuses to make eye contact with her. Frankie doesn't seem to like this, she makes that clear when she grabs one of his hands.

"Why not test it now?" She softly asks.

When he tilts his head to look up at her, he is met with her eyes staring right into his. Their faces are inches from each other— something he noticed happened often between them.

His heart is hammering in his chest, and he feels a sense of adrenaline fill his bones.

Before he knows it, her eyes are shut softly, and her lips are touching his in a gentle kiss. He can feel the world around him disappear as he returns her kiss.

Their kiss doesn't last long, but for as long as it does, Will concentrated on how soft her lips are. The way they mold so nicely with his own, and he wonder if he'll ever have the nerve to initiate this again.

When she pulls away, her face is colored red, and a smile adorns her features.

"Wow. You're beautiful," Will can't help but whisper.

"Thanks," Frankie giggles. "I guess I do know how to kiss after all."

A grin takes the boy's features, and he leans over to pull her into a hug. His body doesn't want to feel warm, yet he feels addicted to the heat she gives him.