#[shut up and dance with me; jonathan & vickie]

[freyaswolf]

Roll for Initiative

Chapter 3: Shut Up and Dance with Me

“Girls! Your dates are here!”

They descended the stairs one after the other, Nancy first, there was no way that both of their dresses would have fit at the same time. Chrissy was still giddy over the condom incident, but when she caught sight of Eddie, her breath caught in her throat and her jaw fell. He stood in the entryway fiddling with his rings dressed in what looked like a brand new, and unripped, pair of black jeans, his combat boots, shined up so they gleamed, a black button down shirt open at the throat and cuffs rolled up to his elbows, with a black vest over it, buttoned to show off his narrow hips, and a red tie pulled loose so the knot hung down with the V of the open collar. He’d done something different with his hair. Instead of the slightly frizzy waves, his hair hung in shiny defined curls, like he’d actually used conditioner and some sort of hair product. The overall effect had her star struck.

“Wow, you look like a rockstar,” her voice was a breathy gasp, “Holy shit my boyfriend is so pretty!”

“Come on sunshine, seriously?” He took her hands and held them out so he could look at her, “You look like an actress ready to walk a red carpet, I look like a scruffy nerf herder, in comparison.

“Oh shut up, I like scruffy nerf herders,” she stood on her tiptoes and gave him a chaste peck on the lips so as not to mess up her lip gloss, “You can be the Han Solo to my Princess Leia any day.”

Everyone was milling around admiring each other when Karen came in with her camera, “Ok everyone! Picture time!”

She took pictures of each of the couples, and then a few group shots with both her camera and Jonathan’s. Until Nancy called a halt so they could get going.

“Ok, who is riding with who?”

“I mean, technically we could all pile into my van,” Eddie volunteered, “I mean, if you guys want.”

“Yeah! That sounds like fun! As long as you don’t drive like your usual maniac self,” Nancy teased.

“I promise, I will drive carefully,” he held up three fingers, “Scout’s honor!”

“Come on, you were never a boy scout,” Steve scoffed.

“I think we should do it!” Jonathan spoke up from Nancy’s side.

“Yeah, I trust you Eddie,” Chrissy linked her hand in his.

“There’s no way I’m riding in that death trap, no offense,” Steve held up his hands, “I’ll take mine, and whoever wants to ride with me.”

“Awww but Stevie, I cleaned it out and washed it and everything!” Eddie harassed him as he swung his hand that was linked with Chrissy’s.

“Well, since technically you are my date, I guess it would be disloyal to take off with another guy,” Robin stuck her tongue out at him.

Vickie giggled, “Alright then, the three of us in Steve’s car and the four of you in the van?”

“Sounds like a plan!” Eddie clapped his hands and held his arm out to Chrissy, “Shall we?”

“We shall!” She replied, looping her arm through his as they walked out of the house.

Chrissy's dress!

[thechaosmuses]

“I miss you” - Vickie

Jonathan had left Hawkins to go back to California with Argyle a few days ago and though he was still able to talk to Vickie over the phone it wasn’t nearly enough. The Byer’s boy was trying to keep his voice down as he talked to Vickie as he was crashing on Argyle’s couch and didn’t want to wake the California native. When he heard Vickie’s voice over the phone telling him she missed him he couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. “I miss you too, sweetheart.. but I’ll be back in a few days. And maybe next time you can come with me? If you want to, of course..”

[plistommy]

Some of the teenagers were having a bonfire at the quarry to celebrate the end of the school year. Keg cans were brought and ready to be used. Cars were parked all over the place and some people were already making out in them.

In the middle was the bonfire, giving the already hot weather more steam as bodies danced and sat around it.

Steve was sitting next to Jonathan and Nancy, but they had pretty soon turned their attention to each other and Steve was pretty much left alone.

He was drinking his third can of Schlitz and was kinda feeling tipsy, but he brushed it off and blamed the heat for making him lightheaded so quickly.

He looked through the crowd of students until his eyes landed on Billy, who was standing against his camaro with his arm around Vicki Carmichael’s waist. He was whispering something to her ear and it made Vicki giggle as she put her hand on Billy’s bicep, giving it a squeeze.

Steve felt the jealousy start to burn inside him right away and he drank the rest of his beer with one go.

Him and Billy were… something. They had been sleeping together for a while now and even if they never did anything further than sex, like cuddling or staying after, Steve had still became attached to him in a way.

He craved Billy's touch and attention and it stung him to see him being so intimately with someone else even if they weren’t dating.

And the worst part too was that Vicki had the title of the ”Most Likely To Steal Your Man” in their yearbook. He never cared for it, he hadn’t been interested in a man before and wasn’t worried about it, but now? Now it sucked.

Steve dropped the empty can to the ground and glanced up again towards Billy and their eyes locked.

Billy’s blue eyes stared into his soul and Steve started to feel way hotter than before, but when he saw Vicki kissing Billy’s cheek, his mood dropped. He gave Billy a small glare and stood up, making Jonathan and Nancy finally look at him.

”Steve, you okay?” Nancy asked.

”Yeah, yeah… I’m just, I’m gonna leave now.” He muttered and glanced at the two before walking off towards his car. He didn’t see the concerned look on Nancy’s face when he left.

As he got to his car, he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. Steve tried to clear his mind as best as he could so he could drive home better.

Soon, he heard footsteps behind him coming towards him and he let out a sigh as he started to turn around.

”Nance, I said I’m fin-” he stopped when he saw Billy standing before him with a sly smirk on his sharp face.

”Oh… it’s you.” Steve muttered and turned around, trying to search for his car keys from his jeans back pocket.

He really didn’t want to talk to Billy right now, but then he felt a hand on his wrist and he was turned around to face Billy again.

”What got you so worked up, Harrington?” Billy chuckled and took a step closer to him, making Steve turn his gaze from the other because he didn’t want to look at the other.

”It doesn’t concern you, Billy.” He answered and tried to get the other’s hand to let go of his wrist.

”Oh yeah? I can see jealousy from a mile away and your pretty face has a hard time hiding it.” He said deeply, smelling like beer and cigarettes as his breath hit Steve’s face.

God, that smell and Billy so close to him always got Steve so fucking flustered.

”I’m not jealous, man. And get off of me.” Steve pushed the other away and Billy stumbled back a little, barking out a laugh as he dropped his almost empty can to the ground.

When Steve turned around again and tried to open the door, he was pushed against his car instead and a hot body was firmly against his back.

Billy chuckled deeply behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist and even though Steve was pissed, he couldn’t lie how it made him a little turned on to feel the other’s body on him again.

”Don’t lie to me, Harrington.” Billy moved his hands lower and played with Steve’s belt buckle while giving a few grinds on the other’s ass.

Steve moaned quietly as he felt the other’s hard clothed dick and he licked his lips as he turned his head around to look at Billy.

”What are you gonna do about it, Hargrove?” Steve stared at the other, big brown eyes burning with challenge and it made Billy groan out as he leaned in and captured the other’s soft lips.

Thankfully Steve parked his car to a spot where other’s couldn’t see them since they were so far away from the bonfire.

Billy opened Steve’s belt and pushed the other’s jeans down to his knees with one rough movement while Steve whined into his mouth.

He grabbed Steve’s ass with his hands and spread his cheeks apart while he pulled away from the kiss. He looked down and saw the other’s already glistening hole.

”Well well well, what have we got here? Have you been fucking yourself, baby?” Billy purred as he gave his fingers a lick and then pushed them inside Steve.

Steve moaned out and arched his back when Billy went knuckles deep in him with three of his fingers.

He had been fingering himself earlier today, just right before the party, but he had been pent up all day and just wanted some relief before having to come and be around the people who thought of him as the loser nowadays.

And maybe because he had been horny too after Billy gave him lewd looks at school the whole day.

”Ngh, Billy-” Steve whined as the other fucked him roughly with his fingers, scissoring them inside him in a way that hit all the best spots.

When the other withdrew his fingers, Steve was about to complain, but then he heard the zipper behind him and the head of the other’s cock against his hole.

”Ah, yes!” He moaned.

Steve knew he sounded desperate, but he really was right now. He hadn’t been spread open by Billy’s dick in a few days and well… he has become addicted to it.

He heard Billy spat to his own hand behind him and then after a while, he was pushing his dick in.

Steve moaned as he leaned his forehead against his car’s roof and held Billy’s hand that was on top of his stomach as the other pushed in more.

”Fuck, Harrington. Always so tight…” Billy groaned as he finally bottomed inside the other with a firm move.

Steve loved this part. When he hadn’t still adjusted to the thick size of Billy’s dick and he was hurting just the right way for it to be more pleasurable rather than painful.

Soon, Billy started to thrust in and out of him, grabbing Steve’s neck and slightly choking the other as he kept pounding into him roughly.

The sound of skin on skin echoed, but only Steve and Billy heard it because the music from the bonfire muffled it from other’s ears.

Billy moved his hand lower from Steve’s stomach to his dick and started to jerk off the other with the same rhythm as he fucked him and it made Steve whine out.

”Wait, wait Billy-” Steve started to say, but it was too late.

He had a full-body shiver and tightened around the other’s dick which made Billy moan deeply.

”Shit, Harrington, did you cum already?” Billy asked, a bit breathless as he kept fucking him and it made Steve cry out as he became too overwhelmed.

”Shut…shut up.” Steve said between his moaning and kept his eyes closed. Billy let out a chuckle at how he can just imagine the pout Steve would be sporting on his face if they weren’t fucking right now.

Billy kept fucking the other, coming closer to his own reliese too and he couldn’t help but to wrap his arms around the other and move him to lay down on the car’s hood instead.

Steve whined as his body hit the hood and felt a hand creep up his head until it was tugging his hair.

Billy put his other hand on Steve’s hip and started to fuck the other more harder than before.

Steve’s legs were shaking by the force and of the fact that it wasn’t so long that he had cummed, but thankfully Billy kept him from falling on to his knees earlier.

Though Billy wouldn’t mind that idea.

”Ah, shit shit.” Billy moaned and soon he was cumming too deep inside Steve’s tight heat. He threw his head back and a big grin plastered on his face. Fuck, he had been waiting for this the whole night.

Steve moaned pleasantly under him when he felt he was filled by his cum and turned around as best as he could so he could look up at the other, who still had that shit eating smirk on his face.

After they both kept panting in silence, Billy’s already softened dick slipped from inside Steve’s abused hole and they both let out a groan the same time.

Steve started to stand up after reality came creeping back to him and he turned slowly around to face Billy while sitting on his car’s hood.

They kept eye contact as Billy zipped his jeans back up and took out a cigarette from his jacket's front pocket and lit it up.

Steve bent down and lifted his jeans up, fumbling with the belt buckle for a while until he got it finally closed. He pushed his fallen hair away from his eyes and glanced at Billy who looked like he didn’t just fuck the living hell out of him.

”Feeling jealous still, Harrington?”

Steve rolled his eyes at that and turned around to finally open his car’s door. Billy always had to ruin the moment.

”Stop being an asshole.” He answered annoyingly and sat down on the driver's seat with a slight flinch because his ass was still sore.

Before he could close the door, Billy’s hand came to stop it and he leaned down to Steve’s personal space.

”That kiss you saw, it didn’t mean shit, alright?” Billy said, sounding way more serious than ever before and even slightly nervous, too.

Steve let out a sigh and gripped the steering wheel, preparing to leave, but not without giving Billy an answer.

”Okay.” He said simply and turned to look up at Billy who was still staring right back at him with a look Steve hadn’t seen before.

Concern.

Billy kept his gaze on the other’s brown eyes for a while until his signature smirk came back as he let out a chuckle.

”See ya later, Harrington.” He said and started to move up, but not before giving Steve’s cheek a kiss.

”Can’t wait to fuck you again.” He murmured against Steve ear and then got up, pushing the car’s door closed with force.

Steve looked after him as Billy returned back to the bonfire, to a confused Vicki and he let out a deep sigh while trying to control the deep blush forming into his face.

He was so fucked. Literally

[thephantomofthe-internet]

Read into Me Chapter 5: Romeo and Juliet

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

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Warnings: Swearing, slut shaming, bullying mention

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After that afternoon, you spent practically every day after school with Steve, either in his bedroom or the library. It was weirdly nice. You didn’t always talk; mostly you worked in silence, Steve answering English questions or doing work for other classes and you doodling. You’d finished the sketch of Steve you’d started in his bedroom the same night you’d started it. You were actually quite proud of it; you’d managed to get the shadows on his face to make his face look hollow and strange, not beautiful like it usually appeared. And yes, you were comfortable with calling him beautiful. You found a lot of your subjects beautiful, they all fit into an easy collection of strong, attractive faces that could be found in Hawkins. Hawkins Most Beautiful: the collections of portraits labelled themselves.

Steve called you fairly often as well; usually on the days when you didn’t meet up he’d call so he’d have someone to keep him company as he worked. He seemed lonely to you. From your conversations, you learned little of his supposed friends, but you learned a fair bit about his family. Both his parents were rarely home. His father worked in the city and kept an apartment there, keeping him as far away from home as possible most of the time. His mother was home more often, but kept her hours in certain places, leaving him home alone most of the time. So it seemed, he was ignored past the age of twelve. You sympathized with that, your own parents weren’t exactly present, albeit for different reasons. He asked you a lot about Samantha, which didn’t bother you; you could talk about her far more than you could yourself.

“I can’t honestly say that I even really know her…” Steve laughed. You were sat in his bedroom one evening, the sun setting in creamy red swirls, ominous strawberry pieces in homemade ice cream. Sweet and yet worrying for reasons beyond you for the time being. You were sat at his desk, leaning back in his desk chair, turning left and right. Steve was sprawled out on his mattress, feet kicking beyond him casually, his papers spread out in front of him.

“Yeah, she doesn’t really associate with some of your friends. Tina isn’t really our biggest fan…” you replied, smiling softly. The memory of Samantha dumping a miniature carton of chocolate milk on her head in the seventh grade flashed through your mind, her shrill screech making you chuckle.

“Oh yeah? What’s up her ass?” Steve asked, turning onto his side to look at you fully. He looked incredibly posed and uncomfortable, his head placed in his palm and his ankles stacked neatly one on top of the other.

“They used to be best friends, before I showed up. Once I was on the scene, Tina decided that I was someone to bully and Samantha decided that she wanted to be my friend. They fell out because of it and Tina started bothering both of us. She stopped once we were in middle school.” You explained, pulling one of your knees to your chest.

“Tina’s a bitch…” Steve muttered, shaking his head solemnly.

“She’s got such a thing for you.” You chuckled, watching as his face coloured. You continued “Vicki too…they want you so bad.”

“How’d you know?” Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. His face was still pink, it was almost adorable.

“Oh my god, they spend every class with their heads so far up your ass!” you linked your fingers together and pulled them under your chin. You batted your lashes at him with wide eyes, starting into an imitation of Tina “Oh…Stevie, tell me more about your basketball game…oh Stevie you’re soooo strong!”

Steve pulled the pillow from the head of his bed, throwing it at your head. “Oh shut up!” he groaned. You caught the pillow, chucking it back at him, smacking him square in the face.

Steve was great to hang out with. But that sort of friendship didn’t seem to transition outside the privacy of his bedroom. In school, the rules of social interaction began again. Steve returned to the arms of Tommy H and Carol, whose attentions flip between him and Billy Hargrove, and Samantha kept you busy with her questions, her arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders, squeezing you tightly into your side. And every time you passed Steve, she cracked a joke in your ear that turned you beet red.

In truth, it was clear that Samantha did not believe you when you told her that nothing was going on between the two of you. She had already decided that the pair of you were in some sort of torrid affair of Shakespearian depths. She seemed to earnestly believe that it was some secret, clandestine romance was happening behind closed doors. You didn’t really understand what she was imagining; it didn’t make sense to you. Steve was far too obviously interested in other people to be doing anything with you. You tried to point out all the girls who hung off his arm whenever she tried to embarrass you about it, but she didn’t see it.

“What you’re missing,” she said through a massive bite of cafeteria shepherd’s pie “Is that all those girls pay attention to him, but he doesn’t pay attention to them.”

“If we were having an affair, don’t you think that I would tell you about it? I tell you everything anyway.” You retorted, rolling your eyes at her.

“You didn’t tell me about Byers until I weaseled it out of you. That’s what I’m doing right now.” Samantha replied with a shrug, mushing her meal together with her plastic fork until it was a disgusting shade of brown, golden corn accenting the pile.

Talking about Jonathan Byers wasn’t fair and she knew it. In short, there was nothing to talk about. You’d had a small, teeny tiny practically nonexistent crush on the boy a year prior, but it was very clear that he didn’t like you back. Samantha had gone to Tina’s party in October, right as your crush was subsiding, and she’d told you that he was all over Nancy Wheeler. You’d had your suspicions about it, but hearing that he’d gone after someone else’s girlfriend and rejected you along the way hurt. Even though you weren’t interested, it still hurt. Samantha was still annoyed that you hadn’t told her about it until it was over, and since it was the only source of knowledge she had on your comatose love life, she brought it up all the time, much to your chagrin.

“All I do with him is sit in his room and help him study. And when I say help him study, I mean literally help him study, we do the chapter studies together and discuss the stupid book.” You said. That wasn’t the whole story; you talked a lot about life and listened to music. You were confident in saying that you were friends by now. You’d almost met his mother twice, both times in passing, and that seemed pretty important to friendships, when their family knew who you were. Still, it didn’t break into school. Steve stayed with his clique and while you tried to stray from yours, Carol or Tina would always scare you off before you spent too much time with Steve. It didn’t take much to scare you, a mere gaze could send you packing, and those two had been mastering the annoyed sneer since the fifth grade.

“Yeah, well you don’t see what I see…” Samantha muttered, turning her attention away from you and onto the loud clique at the centre of the room. Billy Hargrove was show boating, as usual, with Tina and Macy practically drooling onto their lunch trays. Vicki was trying to get Steve’s attention, her thin, spidery fingers gripping onto his wrists, speaking animatedly into his ear. Steve wasn’t facing her though; his whole body was turned away from her, and directly towards your table. Samantha noticed how he watched where you went, it’s why she thoroughly believed that something was going on beyond the surface, something even you might not realize. She knew what a person looked like when they were love struck. Often times, from the outside, it was easier to see when someone was in love with someone else before she could catch onto who actually liked her. She’d watched the women she yearned for fall in love with boring, lame men enough times to have mastered the signs of how men fall for girls. And Steve showed all the non-verbal signs. She couldn’t get a full read on you yet though.

Tommy had caught onto to Steve’s strange behaviour just as fast as Samantha had, although he wasn’t nearly as impressed. You were simply not worth the effort. Not by a long shot. You were fucking lame-never at the parties, never at dances, never at the lake on the weekends. And he knew you had money, you could afford to do all those things, you were just too much of a pussy to show your face. That was fucking pathetic! He knew his friend better than anyone else and a chick who couldn’t hang was not the girl for him. Steve liked fun girls, girls who could turn up for a last minute thing and not be weird about it. Nancy Wheeler was the farthest Steve needed to go on the preppy nerd scale, and that bitch ended up being a massive slut! Like nobody expected that shit. But Tommy knew that you didn’t have any surprises up your sleeves. Despite the fact that you never talked, he knew that you were plain about who you were. Everything was on the surface, and what he saw was not worth his friend’s time.

“Steve, buddy, I’m gonna go get another milk, walk with me.” Tommy motioned him over. Steve followed blindly, if only to get Vicki’s cold, clammy hand off him. Tommy had seen The Godfather one too many times and seemed to believe that he was some sort of small town mob boss, but Steve didn’t really mind following along with him flights of fancy. Usually they were pretty funny.

Tommy wrapped an arm around his taller friend’s shoulders, lowering his voice from the onlooker’s ears. “Listen, buddy, you gotta tell me what’s going up with that Y/N chick I mean you just keep staring at her it’s freaking weird, dude.”

“Y/N? She’s my writing partner for Lawrence’s class, she’s cool…” Steve replied, turning to catch your eye as they passed. He smiled at you, giving a short wave, which you returned with a small smile.

“She’s cool? That all?” Tommy pressed, stepping into the line and grabbing a carton of strawberry milk and the largest chocolate chip cookie in the basket. He unwrapped his arm from his shoulders, letting him go free for the first time in the conversation.

“Yeah, I mean she’s nice, what else do you want me to say?” Steve knew that was being a little defensive, but he didn’t like being questioned for his choices in friends or girls, he never questioned Tommy’s choices and he made the worst decisions most of the time. Carol was no prize and he didn’t say a word about her.

“You fucking her?” if Steve had had anything in his mouth, he would’ve spit it on the floor. Tommy didn’t even turn to look at him, paying the lunch lady in change.

“Jesus, dude, no.” Steve cried, recoiling from his friend. Tommy needed to get hit and while he didn’t have cause to do so yet, he firmly believed someone was going to do it soon.

“Hey, no need to freak out, it’s just a question.” Tommy pulled his friend back in, slapping his friend on the back. Instead of simply heading back to their lunch table, he pulled him to the side, standing next to the hot grab and go table, next to the cartons of fries.

“Now, the way I see it, you have something great going for you.” Tommy began, cracking open his milk and taking a long swig, leaving a milk film on his upper lip. “Vicki Clarke is a fucking babe and she’s begging for it! She’s all over your ass and she’s hot as hell! But you’re blowing it by spending all your time staring at some freak of nature instead. You could have a smoking hot babe at your beck and call, but you’re wasting your chances here, you see what I mean?”

“Not at all, dude.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest, looking over his friend doubtfully.

“Look man, I’m just trying to set you up for success here. Because that girl,” Tommy pointed at you slyly “Is not interested. If she was, she’d be over here, acting like Vicki is. But she’s keeping herself planted at that table with that goth freakazoid.”

Steve had no idea what to say. He opened his mouth to speak, to deny having any feelings for you, but that wouldn’t mean shit if he kept watching you. And Tommy was right, there was a girl there who wanted to listen to whatever he said, who chased him down. Vicki was there and you weren’t. So he swallowed his words and went back to his table.

“Hey, Steve…” Vicki drawled. There was red lipstick on her teeth. Steve didn’t say anything about it. It didn’t make her ugly. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, letting her rest in the crook of his neck. Vicki seemed over the moon by it and it gave him something to focus on other than catching your attention.

Samantha frowned, turning her attention back to you. “What’s Steve’s opinion on Vicki Clarke?” she asked.

“He didn’t like when I told him that she had a thing for him, why?” you retorted, flipping through the college magazine in front of you. You still hadn’t chosen anywhere to apply and applications for the major schools were due in the winter and community colleges needed their applications in for the fall semester in by the end of June at the earliest.

“Well, he doesn’t seem embarrassed now.” Samantha hooked a thumb towards the couple. You looked once, narrowing your eye to scrutinize the pair.

“Eh, that seems about right…” you murmured. You wouldn’t deny that something about it hurt. But you ignored the pain until returning home from school. As always, you called before making any moves. It was the polite thing to do, even though Steve had made the plans to meet up with you after school the night before.

The phone was picked up after three rings. Steve’s car was in the driveway, not his mother’s, so you knew who would answer. “Hello?” his voice sounded anxious and breathy, maybe even annoyed.

“Steve-o, we still studying? You wanna go grab food at Hula Burger?” Steve had introduced you to the burger place in Carmel, a little mom and pop shop with the best Cajun fries in the county, at least in your opinion.

“Oh shit…” Steve muttered “Y/N I’m sorry I-I kind of made plans, can I take a rain check on the burgers?”

“Oh…yeah, sure I guess…some other time…” you said softly. You wouldn’t try to hide the disappointment in your voice. The pain you felt in the pit of your stomach returned with abundance, not exactly sore and angry pain, but more of a black hole opening up there.

“I gotta go, I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?” Steve asked. He was already running late. He was supposed to pick up Vicki in twenty minutes and he still needed to shower. He had genuinely forgotten about his plans with you and he felt like an ass for doing so. He did want to hang out with you, but a date was a good step after being decimated by Nancy. He wasn’t super into Vicki, but it was still exciting to go out with someone new.

“Sure…” you hung up after that. You stood from your bed, dropping your book bag at your feet. You were used to spending afternoons alone, that wasn’t strange to you. Just because you’d spent a few days with a boy didn’t mean that he was yours to hold back from his life. You could’ve pulled a fit and tried to make him hold true to his word, the way your mother used to act towards your father. But those memories made you sick, you didn’t like that behaviour. But you also didn’t like being cancelled on. It wasn’t a feeling you were used to, not from friends at least. Samantha never really cancelled on you, she always made sure to tell you when she was busy and not agree to plans. She’d never cancelled on you for a date, even when she was dating Keith the creep she always put your friendship on a different level than him. Of course, she wasn’t really into Keith, she came out like a week after they started dating and broke up with him after kissing Jessica Klein at a house party, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Steve had ditched you and it made your heart hurt.

You couldn’t help but watch him run out of his front door and into his car. You watched it pull out of his driveway and out onto the road. It was clear to you now, Steve was more interested in passing English than he was in being your friend. Vicki Clarke was the girl to pay attention, no matter how he acted around you.

So why pretend like he was your friend at all?

[thechaosmuses]

"SNOWBALL FIGHT!" Vickie to Jon

Jonathan and Vickie had gone on a walk together, it was the first snow of Winter in Hawkins and Jonathan wanted to take pictures. The Byers boy had stopped to tie his shoe, setting his backpack with his camera beside him on the sidewalk that was luckily clear of snow. When he had looked back up, he noticed Vickie was gone from in front of him before he heard her voice and turned to face her. Seconds later a snowball hit him and his brows furrowed a bit before he registered what was happening. Once he realized a grin broke out on his face and he reached down into the snow to start forming a snowball of his own. “Oh, it’s on, sweetheart..”