jonathan byers , parties aren’t really my thing...
‘ really? i couldn’t tell, ’ teasing lilt of her lips is given as she leans against the wall beside jonathan. free arm wraps around her torso, the other held in front of her, a half filled cup in her hands. glancing out across the crowd, she sees familiar faces, people she could be talking to, or socializing with. but carter finds she’d rather be here, with the quiet boy, who obviously claimed the term of wallflower. ‘ are you enjoying yourself at all? ’ she questions, baby blues lifting to meet his. ‘ are you having, like, any fun? ’ @nctnine.














