Hello my darlings! It is time to write about my current OTP, Mileven. It will probably be different in a week or two. Please check out my other stories because I am a weirdo who likes views. Derp. Alright, let us begin the upmost fluffy Mileven...

Mike sat in his basement, alone. He was supposed to see El, but Hopper became overbearing and radioed that she'd be late. By how much? He didn't know. Mike just sat, music plying from upstairs where Nancy was trying to learn how to dance ballroom. She had tried to get Mike to be her partner, but Mike did not want to be a part of a ballroom fiasco. Nancy had dragged Jonathan in as replacement. Mike, being the bored fourteen year old boy he was, began to mimic the movements he would have been doing. Maybe, if he perfected this, he could amaze El at the next dance she was allowed to go to. There were always those amazing kids, who could dance with flair. He'd never been one of them. Little did he know Eleven was thinking about him too...

Eleven sat on the couch, not listening to Hopper. He was listing everything she should kick Mike for. She was not listening. he was thinking about Mike. About them taking the place of the leads on those television shows. Her expression was whistful and Hopper did not notice. She could just imagine it...

There was Mike dressed in a suit. He looked handsome, as usual. Her was strolling towards her. She was a beautiful girl in a silk pink dress. Her hair tied in a bun. They walked towards each other. They were both smiling brodly. She began to ran and hugged him. They separated.

"May I have this dance?" Mike asked, his hand extended to her.

"You may." She replied, taking his hand. They dance.

"El, I love you." He said.

"I love you too." El replied. Mike got down on one knee.

"El, will you marry me?" He asked.

"Of course!" El replied. She was so happy. She would have been happier if it had been real.

El popped out of her dream world. Hopper was on item number forty-eight. She had had enough.

"Stop!" She shouted.

"What the-" Hopper was saying before El interupted him.

"Mike is boyfriend. I am doing date as good as I can. You can't stop me." El began. "I-I love Mike. Mike love me. I am going to marry Mike in future. We kiss, that's fine." Hopper was flabbergasted. He watched as El marched out the door, her hands in fists.

"Have fun." He sad quietly. His adoptive daughter had just said she loved Mike. Loved was a strong and dangerous emotion. He didn't want her to get hurt. Mike was a good kid. Hopper knew Mike loved El. Hopper just knew that the world had a away of separating those who love each other. He hoped it didn't do that to these kids.

I know it was short, but it was just a test chapter. Let me know what you darlings think. Love you!