Stranger Things Fred Benson Novels & Stories

Lys quickly introduced, “Guys, this is Rose. She’s staying with us for the week.” “Hi.” One with dark brown skin and black hair stepped toward me and hugged me. “C’mon, ya don’t need to feel shaky.” Pulling back from the hug, he said, “I’m Wes. These are my boys, Cannon,” the redhead nodded, “and Fred.” “It’s nice to meet you,” Fred, the one with brown hair and freckles dusting the bridge of his nose, said, shaking my head in a formal grace. “Scoot away, men.” Lys dragged me away from Wes and the boys and toward the girls at the bonfire.

I asked while still glaring at my stupid half-brother. “Everything is settled. I already talked to your beautiful guest, and she’s terrified as hell,” Fred answered, sighing deeply. “I hate what I am doing, Otis. But I know this is what you want, so I hope you get what you desire from that Einsworth guy.” “Thanks, Fred. Tyler made sure the plan would work. Let’s just wait to see if this guy will really give up everything for her.” Fred snorted, and I frowned. “What?”