Halley's comet | Steve Harrington

vi. that wasn't will

"𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑫𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕."

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The car ride to the Wheeler's was silent. Usually, when Halley had the car to herself, she would blast the radio, singing along loudly to her favorite songs. But not this time. This time, she sat rigid in her seat and stared straight ahead with her hands gripping the steering wheel deathly tight.

Every noise she considered out of the ordinary, she would slam her foot on the break and whip her head around, expecting to find some sort of clue as to where Will was, or someone who knew.

By the time she had gotten to her destination, she had found nothing that could possibly help her. And the drive had been about twenty minutes longer than it should have. The sky was lit only by the moon, and rain had begun to drizzle down, with no signs of stopping. Halley cursed.

She parked in front of the Wallece's house, leaving enough room for them to get in or out of the driveway. The older couple she knew, for a fact, was at her house, or at this point in the woods behind it, looking for Will, and their kids were both grown; either in college, or at their own house. There would be no one in the family to question why she was there.

Only a few blocks down, was the Wheelers'. Halley pulled her hood over her head, as she stepped into the brisk November air, and began walking.

Almost immediately after she started, she stepped in a puddle, drenching the entirety of her left foot. "Shit." Her voice was cold, though it was obvious she didn't care too much about her now soaked shoe.

She reached the house diagonal from Mike's just as another car pulled up. Halley dived behind a few black trash bags, she wished her mother hadn't insisted on easily seen clothes.

"Don't be Karen, don't be Karen, oh my God. Please don't be Goddamn Karen," she whispered to herself, her fingernails pushing harshly into the palms of her hands.

To her surprise, it wasn't Karen in the car. It wasn't a Wheeler at all. Instead it was Steve Harrington. Not exactly the last person she expected, but definitely not on her list.

Halley stood up quietly, letting out a sigh of relief. He was here to see Nancy, and if he ratted Halley out, she would rat him out. Hopefully, that meant they both would pretend they simply hadn't seen each other, if Steve had even seen her. And at the moment, it looked like she was in the clear.

A few feet over from where Steve was beginning to... was he trying to climb their house?

Halley frowned at the idea, he wasn't exactly stealthy.

She shook the thought from her head, it didn't matter what Steve was doing, she could care less about his and Nancy's hook up plans. "Oh, god gross," she cringed. Quickly wanting that thought far, far away from her mind. It seemed her wish was granted.