— Steve Harrington 01

.• ★彡 #𝑩𝑼𝑳𝑳𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑻

8:30 PM, 1983 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 , 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 📍

Steve opened the bathroom door, and his girlfriend Nancy stumbled in, her shirt stained red from the punch he'd accidentally spilled on hers. "You wanted... you wanted this.* "Nancy started. Steve scoffed gently , shaking his head. "No, I didn't want this, I told you to stop drinking... "He said in a serious tone, "Liar." Steve frowned , and his gaze softened. *"No, it's not nonsense, okay?" *

• "Nonsense" *

• "No, it's not nonsense, Nancy"* He shook his head. "No, YOU. You're... a fool. "He murmured, in pain. *"W-what?" " You 're... you're pretending everything's okay. You know, like we didn't kill Barb. Like it's great. Like we're in love and we're partying. Yeah, we're partying. We're partying, we're partying. It's bullshit. " "Like we're in love? Don't you love me?" It's bullshit. Her jaw tightened, a lump forming in her throat. She blinked rapidly— once , twice — as if she could clear it. As if she could pretend her words hadn't hit the exact spot where she knew they would shatter him. "••" The hallway was noisy—music, laughter, people gliding—but it all sounded muffled to her, as if someone had pushed her head in. *

• She ran a hand through her hair, breathed raggedly, and kept walking. Faster. Faster. *

• She wasn't looking where she was going. *

• That's why she bumped into someone turning the corner, and a whole red plastic cup of boozy punch flew out through the front of his shirt. *

• Her gasp cut through the noise. He froze. “Shit…” Steve’s frustration exploded instantly. “Shit, I’m sorry…”

Steve isn't that flirtatious with {{user}}