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stevesharrlngtons · 6 years ago

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143 for steve !

ew, your hand is sweaty.

the party raged on around him and steve felt stagnant. he hadn’t wanted to come tonight, but a some of his old party pals stopped by the video store a few days before and urged him to attend. he tried to persuade robin into coming with, but she declined.

“i see enough of those binge drinking barbarians at school. it’s a hard pass.” she had scoffed and extended her hand for steve to pass her another vhs from the box by his feet.

steve was going to join her in rejection of the halloween bash, but decided against it last minute. he pulled out from his closet a pair of blue jeans, a white shirt, an old red flannel and a pair of scissors, to hastily constructed his outfit.

with his hair perfectly quaffed and a bandana in his back pocket for extra emphasis, steve grabbed the crumbled flyer from his night table and left for the party.

upon his arrival, party goers identified the king steve in the crowd almost immediately, some even cheering when they saw he was now in attendance. steve didn’t have much time to process their applause before he was ushered off to the kitchen by a kid he was pretty sure he had sophomore biology with, and got himself a drink.

as steve reminisced with some hawkins high alumuas and stood around for underclassmen to gush over, steve started to think coming tonight was a horrible idea. with the pulsing music, rowdy teenagers and familiar faces swirling in his vision, he couldn’t get what happened last time he was at a halloween party out of head.

nancy. spiked punch. bullshit. pain.

steve was sure other people remembered too. he attributed half of the looks and whispers directed his way to that.

his stomach began churned from cheap alcohol and anguished memories.

steve quickly excused himself from the conversation he’d been roped into, and started off for the door as inconspicuous as possible. steve really didn’t want the word around town to be that he fled a halloween party for the second year in a row. so, he bobbed his head to the music and pushed his way through the crowd, but not without sending smiles and friendly hellos to people to avoid suspicion. the door was soon in sight, and he was almost free, when he caught the sight of someone he couldn’t shake.

and suddenly steve was stock still, all thoughts of fleeing the house party silenced in his head. because there you were. (y/n) hopper, in the flesh, red solo cup to your lips and looking as beautiful as ever. suddenly leaving didn’t sound so appealing.

steve migrated through the crowd again, in the opposite direction this time, not caring to chat or hold a facade with anyone.

“(y/n)?”

you glanced over to where your name had been called and did a double take.

“steve?”

steve grinned, “wow, holy shit. wow, what are you doing here?”

“surprised the news didn’t travel fast.” you chuckled, taking a step closer to so you wouldn’t have to yell over the music.

“after my dad’s accident,” you put knowing emphasise on the word, “i decided to defer duke a semester and come back to take care of him for a while. till he gets back on his feet.”

“oh, i didn’t hear, i’m sorry.” steve replied solemnly, keeping up the charade in case anyone was listening.

silence fell over the both of you soon after, two pairs of eyes became distant as you thought back to a year before. seeing the other bring back so many memories.

like when you had stumbled upon steve and dustin, both helpless in their ability to make a reasonable plan. how you lied and went against your father wishes and your word when you promised not to get involved with anything involving the government or their secret experiments ever again. how you and steve both experienced indescribable horrors, how it had only brought you together and created a pair of unlikely allies. how you both had watched your lives flash before your eyes more than once that day, with your hands clasped with whispered reassurances. it all still felt so fresh.

“well, you uh, look great.” steve broke the pause, desperate for the gruesome memories to flee. and well, you really did look fantastic and he had to tell you.

“oh, thanks.” you chuckled and tipped the thin cap on your head, “slutty nurse.”

“yeah, i could tell. it looks, well, nice?” steve inwardly cringed.

you looked perplexed, but amused at his stumble, “i didn’t know springsteen got flustered.”

“guessed it, huh?” he looked down to his costume.

“i’ve been told i’m a good little detective.” you smiled and cocked your head.

steve’s heart stuttered as your words jolted his mind to the past once again.

“looks like the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, huh?” steve said.

“sleuthing is in my dna, i guess.” you had shrugged.

“how was scarsdale?” he blurted out, internally kicking himself for his clunky conversation skills were with you.

you gave him another amused look, but answered his question, “it was fine. my mom’s my mom. we’ve never really got along. it was hard bein’ away.”

after the gate had closed and you had narrowly escaped the whole ordeal, hopper had sent you to new york to finish out the school year with your mother. steve remembered watching you scream at him on the front lawn of the byers house, tears mixing with the dried blood on your cheeks. you were always tough, too tough for your own good, he remembers your father saying, before taking your face in his hands and pleading with you to leave while you still could,

“because i need to keep at least one of you girls safe.”

and so, you left without a further fight. the last time steve saw you, you had been wrapped in his arms as he placed a sweet kiss to your temple. eyes glassy with tears, hearts rife with trauma, unshed emotions and declarations.

the story that was told to people was the truth, just not all of it. you were sent to live with your mother in new york. no one questioned this, the chief’s daughter did have a stubborn streak and a rebellious nature. it came as no surprise that your father would eventually send you away. and it came as no surprise that you sniffed out a party to attend and dress up for now that you were back in town.

“well, things haven’t been the same with you gone. they’ve been much bleeker, all around dull. i mark that down to your absence and not indiana’s over all shitiness.“

you laughed and steve hadn’t known he had missed that sound of your joy so much until this moment.

“and, i mean, it wasn’t the same this time ‘round… without you.” steve added, shifting his weight and yearning to still have his cup to hide behind.

“i heard this one was a doozy. can’t say i’m sorry i missed it.” you mused.

“evil,” steve looked over his shoulder and lowered his voice to a whisper, “evil russian spies, possessed people and a monster of demonish rat king proportions?”

you tried to hold off a smirk, “well maybe i’m a little sorry.”

and steve shot you his signature smile. the very same smile that appeared to you when you couldn’t sleep at night.

“it woulda been better with you there, dustin even said it at one point. you’re smarter than all of us, y’know? always have been. and i missed that, missed you.” steve said, looking over your shoulder at the patrick nagel print on the wall.

“only miss me when you’re fighting commies and monsters, hmm?” you prompted.

“maybe other times, too.” steve resumed his focus back to you, and butterflies awoke in his stomach.

your (y/e/c) eyes were piercing through him, lashes fluttering slowly, hair falling perfectly to frame you stunning face, your tongue coming to quickly to sweep across your cherry red pout. you both had migrated closer to each other due to the parties vast attendance, you were almost chest to chest and steve could smell strawberries and creme on your skin. and god, had he missed you more times than just when he was in danger.

“yeah?”

“definitely.”

and the party continued to jostled you both, but you were still. still in this moment where you both communicated with your locked gazes. where you were both conveyed the longing you felt for the other, the fondness, the adoration, and hurt from your hasty retreat. the mourning for your lost first chance, and hope for a future one.

“do you wanna get outta here? i work at the video store downtown and get free rentals. i’m sure everything halloweeny is out of stock, but we could have our pick of anything else.” steve proposed hopefully, never tearing his attention from you.

“thought you’d never ask, harrington.” you grinned.

again. you had brought steve’s thoughts back to that night.

you were leaning against the wall of the byers house, steve next to you, his bat securely in his grasp. you were both awaiting further instructions on your role in fighting the mind flayer.

“can i say something?” steve asked.

you hummed in reply.

“i’m bummed we’ve never really hung out before this.”

you turned your head, a little shocked, “for real?”

“yeah, i mean, i always thought you thought you were too cool for me or something. too cool for high school politics and shit.” he shrugged.

“well, i did, i do and i am.” you smirked.

steve chuckled, “see? that’s what i was missing! you’re funny, you make me laugh.”

“i’m a regular steve martin.” you said deadpan, and again steve laughed.

“like i said, funny.”

you hummed again, “well, i’m sad i never got to know this steve before now. not the keg king, or ‘the hair,” he rolled his eyes at the nickname, “but steve. funny, strangely inquisitive, kind, thoughtful, steve.”

steve preend at your compliments, and cursed himself for thinking about all the ways and places he wanted to kiss you when the end of the world was on the horizon.

he hated that this is what brought you together, this time of terror and fear. steve wondered why he couldn’t have just thrown his reputation to the wind and talked to you at some other moment. he had always thought you were beautiful, courageous, intelligent. he had an intrestrest and by your previous comments, he was sure you did, too. you could have hit it off in the hallways rather than in this hell. you could have been great together, so in love and so lucky. maybe he could be have been holding you, whispering sweet coos and comfort, instead of itching for your touch and reeling from nancy’s heartbreak.

“how about, if we get out of this, this steve takes you out on the town?” steve shifted from his back to rest against the house with his shoulder, inching closer to you.

“didn’t you and nancy like, just break up?” you raised a questioning eyebrow.

“that wasn’t my question.” he wore a flirty grin. when you returned it, his heart did a flip. something unexpected but certainly not unwarranted.

you moved to your shoulder as well, so steve’s lips were only a breath away, “i thought you’d never ask.”

the answer was never explicitly given, but you both knew it was yes.

“then let’s motor.” steve stuck out his hand for you to take, and after you set aside your cup on the nearest flat surface, you eagerly took it. excited to hold hands with him without any carnage around.

“oh,” you commented when steve intertwined his fingers with yours.

“what?” fear zipped down his spine.

“your hand is sweaty.”

and now embarrassment flooded his cheeks.

“oh god, i’m sorry- shit.” steve tried to yank his hand away, but you held strong.

“no! no! it’s fine, i’m sorry. it just came out, i didn’t mean to- just, uh,” your face was starting to heat up, “i don’t mind. it just, surprised me, i guess?”

“cool, calm and collected (y/n) hopper is now the one flustered? how in the world could that have happened?” steve smared, pride inadvertently filling him.

“don’t let it go to your ego, harrington.” you rolled your eyes playfully.

“but just to get it straight, you got all flustered just by holding hands with me, right?” steve played.

“oh shut up, this offer is becoming less appealing.” you grumbled, but leaned forward to rest your cheek on his bicep.

“whatever you say.” steve replied, pulling you both from the throng of people around you, out of the house, toward his car and into a night full of possibilities.

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mnovenia · 8 years ago

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WAITING FOR MIRACLE TO HAPPEN

(H-12 or 22? not so sure)

A week has passed since my last post. I did experience A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF FAITH. Never feel that God is as real as these days. And people? They have not been stopped being gracious to me.

Monday

I hosted Step and her Singaporean friend at my house. I was waiting with a heart full of hope. Sherny came along and cheer us all. They seem interested with my house but our Indonesian law is not beneficial to foreigners. I went to work and suddenly remembered that all Indo bank will be closed from June 23- July 3. Basically I only have 12 days to sell my house, GREAT! I can’t help anymore and so I shared with my brother and father. My Dad said: “Ya kalau belum siap nggak usah dipaksaain La. Kita gak tau rencana Tuhan kalau hrs terpahit pun tetap jalan. Klw gak jadi pun itu juga rencanaNya yg paling baik La. Sabar aja La.”

Hmm, the first person that turned me down and discourage me, is my very own father. Dalem hati sih pengen ngedumel: menurut Papa Tuhan mau yg terpahit buat aku? Boleh gak sih, bantu usaha apa gitu Pa, doain supaya bisa optimist, act like a father... Sedih sih, karena bener-bener cuma papa seorang, yang selama perjalanan ini gak dukung aku.. But it is no surprise, I was just trying to see the good. But I can’t hold my tears at the office, my coworkers noticed and even Pak Suwandi got teary, so they all were trying to cheer me up. Thank you guys, biar gimana pun I know God loves me by giving coworkers like you all.

On the other hand, my brother was so supportive, he encouraged me to keep going and trying different ways in order to sell our house. He said: yang penting biar bisa berangkat dulu, hehe.. ��Thank you ya Pam, biar gimana pun, kamu adek aku yang baik and we’re siblings forever.

Then I tried to send email to Ms.Ekaterina, the admission office, asking for extension of time because of Libur Lebaran and being honest about the condition of house selling. Within few minutes she replied: I think it’s ok, we can wait until July 10.

TERIMAKASIH YAA TUHAN YESUS, selalu ada miracle di tengah-tengah segala kesulitan ini..

At night I met with my LCG Amel, who happened to live in Belgia few years ago, so glad that she told me about basic stuffs that I need (like taking intensive Dutch lesson, how open Dutch people are, etc) and more importantly, she prayed for me afterwards, thank you sis for your support all these time <3

And I texted Dinah, the singaporean ladies about the house -> She read without giving any response. Ah, it’s okay, let’s just keep this thing in prayer, so I prayed on bended knee, crying out to the Lord till my head got so dizzy.

Tuesday

Woke up with dizzy head after long hours of crying. HR officer handed me a reference letter that said: I am moved to take care of Meikarta for a while, which means I can’t stay at the office. Handling so many customers, coworkers, packing and arranging changes of Sole Galore shipment, answering different texts about the house selling, Michelle’s farewell, etc. All I remember is just, it is exhausting. QUESTION: Why does everything happen at the same time?

People were helping out by sharing on Social Media, etc. I got few responses to, thank you guys, SO MUCH! I mean it! Highlight: Patrick & Fellys (Pak Suwandi’s childrean) called to say thanks for MAP vouchers I gave for their graduation gifts, lucu banget duo Halim ini :D

Wednesday

I was hopeless so I texted Karmila asking if she’s still interested to buy or not. She said: hi shel, sorry baru sempet bales. iya something came up in our business that require us to use the money. so we're gonna postpone to invest for a while. and i know u need it urgent. sorry....

During lifegroup I shared my story with Lydia and Launy, and how it related to the bible passage that we learned, ACTS 19. How God provide Paul through different trips (he stayed for 1 and a half year = my master study HAHA), people that He met, and so on. He is with Paul from the beginning and faithful till he finished the mission God put in his heart.

Post lifegroup I got to talk with Shannen for 5 mins drive, she shared her story about she got in to UPH 3 days before it started, and through a lot of miracles. I said: God, even some things turned me down, at the end of the day you always find me rest at your feet, gaining strength and being hopeful because You are the only one thing that I can hold on to. Thanks for sharing the words that I need Shan!

And before the day passed, Ci Riana texted me: Shel,I wish we can talk after LG, let me know how much u need to pay & by when? Pls dont give up, we'll work some thing out, U hvnt tell me how much? I can help pinjamin sebagian buat sementara, supaya your scholarship ga hangus, meaning u still need find help, aku yg dr dulu pengen see you fulfill your dream.

Yaampun ci, kenapa sih you baik banget.. udah ga ngerti lagi sebenernya what God put in your heart, tapi thank you ya ci for believing in me, even sodara sedarah ku aja gaada yang berniat or nawarin pinjemin ky cici.. you’re so generous, despite of many things yang juga happen to you, tapi cici masih mau pikirin aku.. thank you, wouldn’t make it this far without your support <3

Thursday

Hari biasa, kerja biasa, orang texting2 biasa tanya2 rumah, property agent called and so on. I was so sick because I put so much pressure on my chest and mind. I almost cancelled my meeting with Michelle’s parents, I went back and forth to the bathroom to calm my heart. Udah cape rasanya Tuhan, jawab2in pertanyaan yg uncertain hasilnya, kerja di lapangan, rasanya pengen deh skip this part. But then I still went to have dinner with the Nagels anyway, I felt God’s presence through Mr. David’s prayer. Such a lovely time.

Friday

Masih sama, so far yg texted and interested: temennya Sisca H, ci melissa, ci Irene, temennya fonny, Tansy, Caris, Sandra, temennye Niken, etc. Yang buat janji mau datang: Fenny, temen mama Maureen, dan Syan temen Fonny. Trus out of nowhere, Nongky texted: aku punya penawaran menarik, Sabtu ya aku dateng. Well, let’s see what will happen this weekend *masih edisi lemes* Sambil lembur ngedit video buat Michelle’s farewell the next day (WHY CHELLE WHY YOU LEAVE ME IN TIME LIKE THIS, super sad)

Saturday

Temen mama Maureen ngabarin kalo ga jadi liat rumah, karena ada urusan keluarga, well, sad ilang satu kesempatan, tapi mau gimana lagi. Ok bye! Let’s just have last McD brunch with Michelle.Then we prayed together at my house, then a fun farewell party at Klapa Ijo, Then I went home siap-siap mau ketemu Nongky and Thendra (old faithful friend from UPH yang selalu jadi teman setia buat cerita realita hidup yang pahit, nyampah2 dan juga manis. Ingat, bukan temen foto2 buat Instagram, she’s my REAL friend for life).

Coming all the way from Jakarta to see my house for the first time. I had no idea penawaran menarik macem apa yang mau mereka tawarin, I was just hoping to be a good host at that time. Nongky udah numpang ke WC, muter2 liat rumah until Thendra bilang: yuk kita pergi dinner, sambil kita ngomongin.

Sampe di D’Best kitchen (tempat bersejarah ahaha), ngobrol2 berhadiah trus Thendra bilang: La, jujurnya gw sm Vina itu hidup cukup aja, gak berlebih gak kurang. Tapi kita cuma mau bantu lu, kita mau lu bisa berangka,sekolah, karena lu punya potensi jadi ‘orang’ suatu hari nanti. Gw jujur ya, even sama sodara pun gw ga sepenuhnya bisa percaya, tapi lu udah kita anggep lebih dari saudara. Saat ini lu butuh dana, dan pas dana yang kita punya sejumlah yang lu butuh, kalo lu masih perlu, gw bisa cariin lagi 50-100 juta.

Gw: *bengong, terkejut, ga bisa berkata-kata* meanwhile Nongky cuma diem dan nimpaling dikit-dikit.. ‘jadi systemnya gw balikin dana dan bunganya gimana Then?’

Thendra: tadinya gw mau pinjem KPR buat sisa dana buat beli rumahlu, tp dengan bunga segitu gw prefer cara lain. Of course kita ada hitungan bunga, disesuaikan sm pasar (investor banget, kak), lu bayar kita dari uang sewa rumah, itu aja untuk 2 taun ke depan..

Gw: trus pokoknya ntar gw bayar pake apa?

Thendra: kita ga tau ya apa yang akan terjadi dalam 2 tahun, tp gw yakin, saat lu balik kesini atau saat itu lu stay disana pun, lu akan find a way buat balikin.. sejelek-jeleknya, nanti ya rumah masih bisa dijual.. gw lebih suka invest sama orang yang gw tau, dia bisa gw percaya.. Lu udah kita anggep lebih dari sodara...kita ga mau lu kehilangan asset La, kita tau lu butuh jual, tapi kita coba cari solusinya supaya juga lu tetep bisa pergi tanpa kehilangan asset yang dijual dengan harga BU karena keadaan terdesak begini..tapi ini bisa jadi your last option, lu doa dan gumulin, lu pikirin kalo ini bisa jadi jalan keluar supaya lu tetep bisa pergi ke Belanda.. Selama ini gw liat, masalah keluarga lu selalu holding you back, dari masalah punya pasangan, dsb. Sekarang, mumpung ada kesempatan, kita ga mau liat lu miss out lagi.. Lu juga udah harus start pikirin dan tata masa depan lu sendiri La...

Gw: mewek sejadi-jadinya

Then we chatted about a lot of things, how we’re striving to finance our family, our giving to the church, our jobs, etc. Thendra is so wise in spending money and arrange it for investment, so I said to Nongky: ‘Seneng ya Nong, beban mu satu udah beres, dikasih suami sebaik dan sebijak Thendra, doain aku nemu yang kaya Thendra KW2 nanti HAHAHA.’ Kalian bener-bener pasangan favoritku, adem ayem, gak neko-neko, pekerja keras, fun dan lurus.. Aku yakin Tuhan akan selalu berkenan atas keluarga kecil kalian..

Rasanya, ya Tuhan, ini berkat apa lagi, 2 minggu berturut-turut, You made me amazed, dan Tuhan kirimin couple yang dateng jauh-jauh ke rumah cuma untuk aku bisa ngerasain kl Tuhan tuh bener2 sayang, dan bukan hanya gak pernah menelantarkan aku, tapi You gave more than what I deserved, who am I to understand Your way God.. your love is so evident in my life, help me to never forget Your kindness and continue to give you praise for things you entrust me with...

And buat Nongky and Thendra, kalian tuh bener-bener couple malaikat, disaat kalian sibuk dengan kerjaan masing-masing, masih urus anak (bahkan Abrielle sempet muntah-muntah malem itu) dan keluarga besar, tapi sempet-sempetnya talked to each other (nongky nih bener-bner ya, entah dia cerita apa ke suami nya, setiap kita selesai lunch bareng) mikirin jalan keluar gw supaya bisa mencapai cita-cita tapi and at the same time gak kehilangan rumah.. I feel so humbled and honored bisa kenal dan dipercaya sama kalian, eventhough mungkin bener-bener ketemu dan ngobrol sama Thendra gak lebih dari 5x. Belum selesai impressed sama tawarannya, Nongky bilang: aku punya hadiah ni, happy belated birthday *sambil ngeluarin kotak tulisannyaa Hush Puppies*

Gw: ini gila sih, apa lagi coba ya.. ternyata Nongky beliin jam tangan yang sama dengan dia punya, dia dengan gayanya yang khas: ‘jadi kita kembarannnn’.. ‘kan kamu cerita terakhir beli jam udah berapa tahun lalu dan kamu dikasih sm orang tuanya temenmu’.. I was like, ‘ini beneran?’ Thendra, sorry ya ini istrinya malah spend money buat beliin gw jam tangan lagi.. Yaampun, bener-bener deh itu malem penuh keajaiban, penuh kebahagiaan..

At the end sebelum pulang, Thendra pimpin kita doa, dalam doanya dia bilang: Tuhan, kalau memang ini jalan-Mu, untuk Lala pergi lanjut sekolah, kami yakin tidak ada seorang pun yang bisa tutup pintu.. Gw ga bisa beraksi apa-apa lagi, gak cukup rasanya buat bilang terima kasih berkali-kali sama mereka, they deserve the highest honor as my God-sent friends.. I hugged Nongky and thanked her and we both cried.. thank you so much once again, aku ga bakal lupain kebaikan kalian, dan terutama kamu Nong... dibalik gayamu yang cuek itu, you are thoughtful in so many ways.. One day God, I promise you that I will find a way to repay their kindness.. :’))

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