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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Two: The Weirdo on Maple Street

Author:@harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 5,003 Warnings: lil’ bit of angst, lil’ bit of fluff, flashback Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! We got a small flashback in this chapter! It's going to be italicized. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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The boys and I brought this scared, soaked girl back to the Wheeler’s basement without Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler knowing. Score One.

I watched as this little girl breathed so heavily that I thought I’d have to give her a brown paper bag to breathe in. I was sitting next to her, arm wrapped around her shoulders. We had to convince her that I wasn’t a bad person and that she was in good hands with us, especially me.

The boys looked at me, expectantly. I rolled my eyes and looked at her profile, beginning my questioning. “Sweetie, is there a number we can call for your parents?”

She looked at me, fear in her eyes.

Dustin then asked the dumbest questions alive, “Where’s your hair? Do you have cancer?”

“Dustin!” I scolded.

“Did you run away?” Lucas asked.

“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Mike asked.

“Is that blood?”

“Boys!” I exclaimed, quietly. “You’re freaking her out!”

“She’s freaking me out!”

“Lucas!”

“I bet she’s deaf,” Dustin piped up. He looked at her and clapped her in her face, causing her and I to jump back. “Not deaf.”

“Oh, my god, you’re so fucking stupid,” I sighed. “Boys, that’s enough. She’s just scared and cold. Mike, do you have anything she can borrow? Clothing wise?”

He turned around and went to the basket that was perched on top of the dryer, bringing back some of his dad’s sweatpants and a sweatshirt. As he did this, thunder clapped, making this scared little girl jump and close her eyes. I held her tightly, but gently, quietly telling her that it was going to be alright.

Handing the clothes to her, Mike said, “These are clean, okay?”

She took them from his hands, brushing the soft fabric on her face. She set them down on my lap, looking me in the eyes before brushing off my jacket that I had given her and standing, reaching for the hem of her shirt.

The boys started to exclaim their no’s as I jumped up, placing my hands on her shoulders. “There’s a bathroom right over there,” I said, her and I locking eyes. “I’ll walk you over there and you change into these, okay? I’ll stand right outside the bathroom door, okay?”

She nodded before I walked her over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her when she gave me a curt nod. She quickly opened it, though, the fear very much evident in her eyes. “No.”

I smiled and quietly said, “She speaks. How about this; we leave it cracked and I’ll turn my back so that the boys don’t see, okay? I’ll still be standing right here. When you’re done changing, just reach through and tap me on the shoulder to let me know you’re done. Sound good?” I smiled at her to show her that I wasn’t dangerous and that she could trust me.

“Yes,” she said.

“Okay,” I whispered, smiling softly. I pulled the door until there was a decent sized opening before I turned around, seeing the boys eyeing me.

“This is mental,” Dustin said.

“At least she can talk,” I said.

“She said no and yes,” Lucas said. “Mike’s three year old sister can say more.”

“Yes, I’m aware that Holly can say more, but we don’t know what she’s been through or where she came from,” I retorted.

“Liv, she tried to get naked,” Dustin said.

“Maybe she doesn’t know any better,” I suggested.

“There’s something seriously wrong with her,” Lucas said. “Like, wrong in the head.”

“She just went like–” Dustin said, demonstrating the girl almost taking her shirt off… while knocking his own hat off his head.

“I bet she escaped from Pennhurst.”

“Oh, my god, Lucas,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“From where?” Mike asked.

“The nuthouse in Kerley County,” Lucas said.

Dustin and I looked at each other before we both looked back at Lucas and said, “Got a lot of family there?”

“Bite me. Seriously, though, think about it. That would explain her shaved hair and why she’s so crazy.”

“Why she went like–” Dustin, again, did the motion of her almost taking off her shirt.

“She’s an escapee is the point,” Lucas went on. “She’s probably a psycho.”

“Oh, bite me, Lucas,” I said, irritated at this point.

“We should’ve never brought her here!”

“So, you just wanted to leave her out in that storm?” I asked, arms crossed.

Looking at me, Lucas said, “Yes! We went out to find Will, not another problem.”

“I think we should tell Mike’s mom,” Dustin said.

“I second that.”

“Who’s the crazy one now?” I exclaimed.

“How is that crazy?”

“Because I promised Hopper that you three wouldn’t go out tonight,” I explained.

“So?” Lucas asked.

“So, if you tell Mrs. Wheeler, guess who gets in trouble with the police again? Me. Olivia Frances Henderson. I can’t do that to my mom. Not again. Plus, our homes will become Alcatraz, and you three will never find Will again. So, here’s the plan…” I thought for a moment about the best possible outcome. “Mike, can she stay here tonight?”

He looked at me and nodded in agreement, adding, “In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She’ll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from. We’ll be totally in the clear! And tomorrow night, we go back out. And this time, we find Will.”

I looked at Mike like that was the dumbest thing I’d ever heard before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, seeing the girl and smiling a bit. “All done?”

She nodded, handing me the wet yellow shirt she was wearing before. I put it on the washer, fully intending on grabbing it to take home with me. I knew for a fact that my mom would ask questions, but I would just make up some lie on how I got the shirt and know that she’d believe me.

I helped Mike set up camp for her before I turned around and started heading up the stairs with Lucas and Dustin, fully intending on taking them back home before we all stopped and watched Mike with the girl for a moment.

“You really think she’s psycho?” Dustin asked.

“She seems really sweet,” I said. “She’s like the sister I’ve always wanted.”

“Wouldn’t want her in my house,” Lucas said, continuing his journey up the basement stairs.

Dustin sighed before looking at me, saying, “Mental.”

“Shut up,” I said, pushing him up the stairs. I looked back at Mike, quickly asking him to keep me updated on her. I was really worried that something or someone bad was after her.

I wanted to protect her as much as I could. And I was going to try my hardest to make sure that she was safe.

~~~

“Dustin, have you talked to Mike this morning?” I asked, standing in the doorway of his bedroom, hands on either side of the door frame.

He looked at me, backpack in hand and shook his head. “No. I’ll ask him at school, though.” He almost looked sad.

I tapped on the doorframe, lips scrunched to the side. “Okay.” I took two steps away before going back to my original spot. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Dustin nodded his head, looking down. “I know.”

Walking into his room, I scrunched my brows. “What’s wrong?”

Looking back up, our eyes met and the sadness I thought I saw before was evident. “Do you really wish you had a sister instead of a brother?”

I took a deep breath, pulling him into a hug. “No. I don't. I mean, a little sister would've been nice, but I love that I have you. I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’ve been through hell and back together.”

He hugged me back, tightly. “I love you, Liv.”

“Love you, too, Dusty.”

“Livvie! Phone!”

I sighed, pulling back from the hug. “One of these days, I’m really gonna give her a piece of my mind with that nickname.”

Dustin chuckled as I walked into my room, picking up the phone. “Yeah?”

“Can you help me study before Kimensky’s test this morning? I know you passed her class last year.”

I sighed into the receiver. “Yeah, sure. I’m leaving here in just a few minutes. Meet me by the front doors.”

“You’re the best,” Nancy smiled. I could hear it on her end of the line.

“I know,” I said, hanging up the phone. “Dustin! We have to leave!”

~~~

I met Nancy as promised at the front of the school, spotting her notecards in her hand. Barb met up with us as I took the cards from Nancy’s hand. We walked into the school as I read the cards aloud. “When alpha particles go through gold foil, they become..?” I flipped the card over, looking at the answer on the back.

“Unoccupied space,” Nancy answered.

“Very good,” I said. “A molecule that can–” I was very rudely interrupted by Steve snatching the cards from my hands. “Steven!”

“I think she’s studied enough,” Steve said, looking at the cards.

“Unlike you, she wants to pass,” I retorted.

“I passed,” he said. “With a C-minus.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“Well, she’s got this. She doesn’t need to worry. Now, on to more important matters.”

“And what the hell could be more important than a Chem test?” I asked.

“My dad has left town on a conference and Mom has gone with him ‘cause you know she doesn’t trust him,” Steve explained.

“Good call,” Tommy H. said.

“Shut up, Tommy,” I said.

“Make me, Henderson.”

I lurched forward at him, Steve stopping me before I could reach him.

“Listen,” Steve said, looking me dead in the face before looking at Nancy. “So, are you in?”

“In for what?” she asked.

“No parents? Big house?” Carol said.

I looked at her and sarcastically said, “Oh! You mean a party!”

“Ding, ding, ding!”

I guess Steve knew by the look on my face that I wanted to launch myself at her because he said quietly, “Liv, stop.”

“It’s Tuesday,” Nancy said.

“It’s Tuesday,” Tommy mocked.

“Stuff it, zitface,” I warned.

“Come on,” Steve said. “It’ll be lowkey. It’ll just be us. What do you say? Are you in or are you out?” He looked at me, asking the same thing with his eyes.

I looked over at Nancy, watching her think it over before I looked at Barb, who looked quite uncomfortable before Carol piped up, saying something about “Look,” with her eyes casted in front of her.

Nancy, Barbra and I looked behind us and what I saw broke my heart.

“Oh, that’s depressing,” Steve said.

I looked at him with his hands on his hips and shoved his arm. “Shut up, Steve.” Looking back at Jonathan Byers, Will’s older brother, we all watched as he pinned something to the corkboard.

“Should we say something, Liv?” Nancy asked.

The three of us were all mutual friends because of our little brothers being friends.

“I don’t think he speaks,” Carol said.

“How much you wanna bet he killed him?” Tommy asked.

“Shut up,” Steve whispered.

I looked at Steve before walking over to Jonathan, not realizing Nancy followed behind me. “Hey, Byers.”

Jonathan looked at me then Nancy, saying, “Oh, hey.”

Feeling Nance behind me, I turned and looked at her for a moment before saying, “We just wanted to say that we’re sorry about everything.”

When Jonathan looked over our heads at the group behind us, I turned and looked at them, seeing that they all four looked very disinterested in the event that was unfolding.

“Everyone’s thinking about you,” Nancy said.

I looked at her, brows scrunched and eyes narrowed a tiny bit.

“It sucks,” she continued.

“Yeah,” Jonathan said.

After a couple seconds, Nancy said, “I’m sure he’s fine.”

That’s when I looked at her incredulously.

“He’s a smart kid.” When the bell rang, she looked almost relieved. “I have to go. Chemistry test.”

“Yeah,” Jonathan smiled.

After she said her good luck, and he said his thanks, I looked at him and whispered, “I’ll do whatever it takes to help you and your mom find him. I won’t sleep or eat until he’s safe in Hawkins again.”

Jonathan smiled and said his thanks before walking out of the front doors to the school.

I stood there for a moment before hearing my name being called by Steve, a mocking of my name being followed by his two henchmen. Rolling my eyes, I turned and walked towards the group, shouldering Tommy H before walking straight to class as the PA system came on overhead with an announcement.

“Attention, faculty and students. At 8pm tonight, there will be an assembly on the football field in support of Will Byers and his family. All are encouraged to attend. Volunteer sign-ups for search parties are still available in the front office.”

~~~

“Slow down!” I yelled, pedaling as fast as I could behind Dustin and Lucas. They said I needed to follow them to Mike’s house and it was pertaining to the girl we’d found in the woods the night prior.

Once we got off the bikes, we rushed upstairs to Mike’s room, where I slowly closed the door behind the boys and I. “Mike, what is this about?” I asked, walking around my brother and the Sinclair boy.

“Are you out of your mind?” Lucas asked.

“Just listen to me,” Mike said.

Lucas repeated himself before Mike said that she knew about Will.

“Wait, back this train up,” I said. I looked at the girl, who Mike told me is named El, which was short for Eleven. Squatting in front of her, I looked her dead in the eyes and asked, “You know about Will Byers? Their friend that went missing a couple of nights ago?”

A picture was placed in front of my face, obstructing my view of El. “She pointed at him,” Mike said. “She knew he was missing, I could tell.”

“You could tell?” Lucas and I asked, me on the more gentle side.

“Just think about it,” Mike continued. “You really think it was a coincidence that we found her on Mirkwood?”

“The same place where Will disappeared?” I wondered.

“And she said that bad people are after her.”

I looked back at her, one of my intuitions being correct. Looking back at Mike and standing back on my feet, I asked, “Do you think these bad people could’ve taken Will?”

Mike nodded at me. “I think she knows what happened to him.”

Arms crossed over his chest, Lucas inquired, “Then why doesn’t she tell us?” before walking over towards El, asking, “Do you know where he is?” Putting his hands on her shoulders, he exclaimed, “Do you know where Will is?!”

“Lucas, that’s enough!” I said, pulling him off of her. “She’s already scared enough as it is!”

“She should be scared!” Lucas said, looking at me. Putting his sights back on El, he said, “If you know where he is, tell us!” Not waiting for her to answer, if she even wanted to answer, Lucas turned around back to Mike and said, “This is nuts. We have to take her to your mom.”

“No!” Mike said. “Eleven said telling any adult would put us in danger.”

“What kind of danger?” Dustin asked, a little bit of fear in his voice.

“Her name is Eleven?” Lucas asked.

“El for short,” Mike answered.

“Mike, what kind of danger?” Dustin asked again, more urgency in his voice.

“Danger danger.” He put two fingers out with his thumb up, imitating a gun, putting it to Dustin’s forehead before moving his hand to Lucas, who smacked his hand away.

“No, no, no,” Lucas said. “We’re going back to Plan A. We’re telling your mom.” He moved to the door, opening it before it magically closed again. He did this a couple more times before the door locked, and we all looked over to El, who had a stream of blood coming from her nose.

“No,” she said.

“Oh my damn,” I whispered.

~~~

How I ended up back at the Wheeler’s dinner table will forever be a mystery to me because I don’t even know how I ended up here. What was even more of a mystery was how I ended up sitting next to Nancy with her looking at me expectantly.

“Something wrong with the meatloaf?” Mrs. Wheeler asked.

“Oh, no,” Dustin said. “I had two bologna sandwiches for lunch.” Placing my palm to my forehead, I whispered, “Oh, my god.”

“It’s delicious, Mommy,” Nancy said.

I snickered at that because hearing Nancy call her mom Mommy was quite hilarious, considering what she and I were about to do next.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Mrs. Wheeler said.

Nancy and I locked eyes for a moment, hers telling me to say something about leaving. I cleared my throat, ready to begin my explanation. “Mrs. Wheeler, there’s a special assembly thing tonight for Will at the school field. I’ll be driving–”

“Why am I just hearing about this?” she asked, more so at Nancy.

“I thought you knew,” Nancy said.

“I told you, I don’t want you out after dark until Will is found.” “I know, I know, but it'll be super weird if we’re not there. I mean, everyone’s going.”

Mrs. Wheeler sighed and looked at me. “Just make sure she’s back by 10. Why not take the boys, too?”

Sounds of disagreements came from said boys, causing Nancy and myself to look at them, although I’m the only one that knows why.

“Don’t you think you should be there? For Will?”

Mike almost choked on his milk, which caused Dustin to bang on the table. I looked over Mrs. Wheeler’s head to see what caused Mike’s reaction. El.

“Sorry,” Dustin said. “Spasm.”

“Nance, ready to go?” I asked.

~~~

As I sat in the driver’s seat of my mom’s car, I looked at Steve’s front door after Nancy had asked me to pull the car over. I really wish I was at home, reading a good book… or watching some show with my Mom.

“What are we doing here?” Barb asked, leaning forward from the backseat. “Liv, can you take me to the field?”

“You promised that you’d go,” Nancy said, shutting down Barb’s question. “We’re gonna have a great time.” “He just wants to get in your pants.”

I looked down at my lap at Barb’s words, knowing that it was partially true. Ever since Steve became King of Hawkins High, he's had a number of conquests.

“No, he doesn’t,” Nancy giggled.

“Nance,” Barb and I said. “Seriously.”

“He invited you to his house,” Barb added. She tapped me on the shoulder, asking me to convince Nancy to have me turn around.

I sighed, and looked at Nancy. “Look, his parents aren’t home. I know you’re not this stupid.”

“Tommy H. and Carol are gonna be there,” Nancy countered.

I turned to face her a little more, my hand on the steering wheel. “You’re gonna trust those two horny ass losers? They’ve been having sex since, like, the 7th grade! It’s always an orgy with them.”

“Which is why I want you there, Liv! You can be my guardian angel,” she smiled.

“Before or after I beat the hell outta Carol?”

Nancy chuckled at that. “No. Just make sure I don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.” She took off her shirt, and I couldn’t help notice a new piece of clothing on her.

I looked back at Barb, who was already eyeing me. We both looked back at Nancy, asking, “Is that a new bra?”

“No.”

I rolled my eyes, taking the keys out of the ignition. “Let’s go.”

The three of us got out of the car, and started walking up to Steve’s house. Seeing those two red doors brought back a floodgate of memories that I had forgotten about. There was the time in seventh grade when my dad packed up and left.

“Robert?” Mom called. “Robert, what are you doing?”

I poked my head out of my room, hearing my dad packing things up. I walked into the hallway to get a better listen, and that’s when I heard my dad sigh.

“I can’t keep doing this, Claudia,” he said. “The kids, this house, living here in Hawkins. I can’t keep doing this.”

“What about the kids?” mom asked. “What’s wrong with the kids?”

“Olivia is constantly in trouble, Dustin’s condition! It’s too much for one guy to handle.”

“That’s why we work together, Robert. We’re a team.”

I ducked behind a table in the hallway at seeing my dad exit his bedroom. “We stopped being a team the moment Olivia started sneaking out.”

Seeing my mom in the hallway now, tears started to spring in my eyes. “Are you saying all of this is Olivia’s fault? That’s why you’re leaving?”

“Mews, go away,” I whispered, feeling the small kitten stand on my leg.

“She’s exactly why I’m leaving,” dad said. “I can’t keep leaving in the middle of work to pick her up from the station. It’s too much.”

I didn’t want to hear anything else as I stood up and quietly made my way to the kitchen, knowing that neither parent would see me in there from the front door. Once my dad left, I ran back to my room to open my window before grabbing a jacket.

I made my way to Steve’s house, going right to his front door. I knew where the spare key was and I also knew that he’d be up. Unlocking the door, I wiped a tear from my cheek.

When the door opened before me, Steve and I locked eyes before he pulled me into a hug. He led me to his bedroom, where I explained what happened with my parents.

“It’s not your fault,” Steve whispered. “He’s not leaving because of you. He’s making it seem like it because he’s wanting to make you the target for all his problems.”

“But me getting in trouble isn’t helping,” I quietly sobbed.

“Probably not,” he said. “But your dad’s an asshole anyway. Don’t listen to him.” I sniffled before looking into his chocolate eyes. “I need to be back before my mom notices I’m gone.”

“Sleep here. You can sneak out before my parents wake up.”

I was shaking out of my memories when the doors opened, Steve standing on the other side. “Hello, ladies.”

~~~

Making my way outside, I found a cigarette and a beer can, picking both of them up. “Thank god for beer,” I said, cracking it open before chugging the whole can.

Everyone else came back outside, Steve with a knife in his hand. I watched as he picked up a beer can, a small smile making its way onto my face. I picked up another can, handing it out to him. “Shotgun race?”

“You’re on,” he smiled, poking a hole into the bottom of my can.

“One… two… three,” I said, cracking my can open and chugging the disgusting amber liquid until there was nothing left in the can. Thinking I had won, I smiled big before I saw Steve sitting down in the pool chair, a victorious smile on his lips. “Oh, shut up.”

“Have fun thinking you won?”

I sighed and sat in the chair next to him. Shrugging, I said, “So what? I’m a little rusty.”

“Are you sure you’re rusty and not just new to drinking?” Tommy laughed.

I looked at Steve and asked, “You’re really friends with this dipstick?”

Steve laughed, handing me the lighter so that I could light my cigarette, which I happily did so… before coughing up a lung.

“Oh, little baby can’t handle–” Carol started.

Holding the stick between two of my fingers, I pointed it at her and said, “Quit while you’re ahead, wannabe,” before Tommy grabbed her and pretended to throw her into the heated pool.

Trying to diffuse the situation, Nancy asked Steve, “Was that supposed to impress me?”

“You’re not?” Steve and I responded.

“You’re both a cliche, you do realize that?”

Sitting on the side of the chair, I looked pointedly at her and said, “You are a cliche. What, with your good grades and band practice.”

She laughed and said, “You know I’m not in band.”

“Okay, party girl,” I chuckled, standing. I motioned at Steve to hand me the knife as I grabbed a can of beer before handing them both out to her. “Show me how it’s done, then.”

“Okay,” she said, almost excited.

Noticing Barb from behind her, I looked at her, watching as she shook her head after making eye contact with me.

Nance stood, Steve telling her where to make the hole. She did so as Tommy said, “Yeah, she’s smart, you douche.”

“Hey, Tommy,” I said. “You got a little something right– oh, wait. That’s just your face.”

Chuckles from Steve and Barb were heard for a moment before I heard Steve say “Chug, chug, chug” from behind me. I turned and watched Nancy chug her beer before tossing her can on the ground, Tommy cheering for her.

“Barb, you wanna try?” Nancy asked.

I looked between both of them, trying to decide if I should step in or not since this wasn’t exactly Barb’s scene. She tried protesting, but of course, Nancy talked her into doing it. Steve, too. That wasn’t the Steve I remembered.

Barb stood and went to poke a hole with the knife, but the blade slipped off the can and gave her a pretty bad cut, which Tommy chuckled at. That was my queue to step in.

I walked up to her, holding her hand. “Yikes. Water, paper towels and a first aid kit, pronto.”

“Where’s your bathroom?” Barb asked, looking over my head at Steve.

Standing, Steve said, “Oh, it’s-it’s, uh, down past the kitchen, to the left.” There’s the Steve I know.

Barb gave her thanks, and went inside. I really wanted to make sure she was okay before everyone started drinking again.

“You okay?” Steve asked.

I hummed, and looked up at him. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Looking back at the sliding glass doors, I sighed. “Sister instinct is kicking in. I wanna make sure she’s okay.”

Before he could give his answer, if he even wanted to give me an answer, we both turned at the sound of someone squealing. My question was answered before I could even think of the question; Tommy pushed Carol in the pool, who said, “Oh, my god. What the hell, Tommy?”

He jumped in after her as Steve put his arm around my shoulders, guiding me slowly to the edge of the pool before pushing both Nancy and I in. When I came back up for air, I looked at Steve, and watched as he jumped in.

When he surfaced, I splashed water at him, exclaiming, “I’m gonna kill you!”

He splashed me back, and it felt like old times; us playing in the pool… before he remembered that Nancy was in the pool, too. As they were having their fun, I got out, announcing that I was going to get us all some towels.

After I had gone inside to retrieve the towels, I wrapped up in mine, checking on Barb, who seemed to be doing okay.

“I just… really want to go home,” she said.

“I’ll take you home, don’t worry,” I said, rubbing her arm. “That is after I put on some dry clothes.” I chuckled, but it didn’t seem to reach her ears, so I walked to the back patio, putting the towels on one of the chairs.

When everyone else got out and wrapped up in their towels, we headed back inside, where Carol said that she was freezing, and Tommy mentioned that Steve’s parents had a fireplace in their bedroom.

“You’re cleaning the sheets,” Steve said. Walking to Nancy, he asked, “You alright?”

She answered that she was as he walked over to me.

“I’m sure you can still fit in the clothes you left here,” he said.

“I haven’t really grown since freshman year, so I think I might,” I chuckled.

Steve and I went up to his bedroom when I heard Barb holler for Nancy. I’m not sure what they talked about, and to be honest, I really didn’t care. I just wanted out of these freezing ass clothes.

I looked around Steve’s room as I walked in, smiling a little to myself. “Hasn’t changed a bit.”

Steve shrugged. “Eh. There’s a new poster.”

“Doesn’t count,” I said, moving to the dresser drawer that had my clothes in it. I grabbed a pair of pants, not really feeling the shirts I had in there. I closed that drawer and went to the closet, turning on the light. “I’m borrowing a shirt.”

“You never returned my others,” he said.

I turned my head, seeing him standing at the open closet door. “Give a girl a break. They’re comfortable.” Since my undergarments were soaked as well, I went back to my drawer, grabbing a bra and a pair of panties before moving back to the closet to change.

Once I was finished, I walked out, seeing Nancy looking at Steve with bedroom eyes, taking off her shirt. “Nice,” I whispered, quickly walking out of the bedroom. Going to the kitchen, I was fully intending on making myself a glass of water and a quick sandwich to eat before taking Barb and Nancy back home.

As I was eating my sandwich and sipping on my water, I noticed that the lights flickered on and off. It was more of a blink and you’ll miss it type of flicker. What’s crazy is I thought I heard screaming, but I guessed that was just my imagination.

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