#( number of days since chrissy had a normal day in hawkins: 0 )

[queencheer-moved]

        for a moment, chrissy’s inclined to tell him that she   was terrible at giving directions, but the painted words and the number on the van make her pause.  first, she was positive there was no pizza place around town named ‘surfer boy pizza’ — it would be a painfully ironic name in a town like hawkins where there were no beaches nearby.  second, that area code on the phone number definitely wasn’t one that belonged to any indiana hotline.  nonetheless, chrissy quickly sets her confusion aside.  there were much stranger things in hawkins at the moment, anyway.  “yeah, sure!  what did you need help with?”

@argylcs​​ said : “can you help me out?  -  i’m a little stuck.

#argylcs #( number of days since chrissy had a normal day in hawkins: 0 ) #interactions.