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"STEVE? WHA—WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" The teen asked in shock, staring her best friend right in the face. He still wore that stupid long-sleeved polo shirt but had a jacket over it to shield him from the rain coming down heavily. His hair still managed to be damp despite the hood over his head.
He smiled cockily with a shrug of his shoulder, "You said that we could talk later. It's later."
"It's eleven o'clock at night," Casey pointed out through a laugh.
That cockiness he had dissipated, and he became nervous. Casey narrowed her eyes on the boy knowing his behavior all too well to gather he was hiding something. He rubbed the back of his neck, "I was...out and, I—I wanted to see you."
She noted the hesitancy in this voice and wondered where "out" was and why he felt he had to hide it from her. Now they're keeping secrets from one another. Awesome.
After everything that she's gone through the past year with the constant whiplash of emotions, she should tell him he's wasting his time then send him packing. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. Not with him standing there freezing, gazing back at her with those eyes. God, she was pathetic, wasn't she?
Opening the door fully, she waves her arm in front of her, "Come in."
He steps inside, "I was gonna go to your window, but when I saw your dad wasn't home..."
Casey closed and turned the lock on the door before giving it a small tug. With everything that was happening, she was a little paranoid. "Yeah, he's out with the search party looking for Will." Turning to her best friend, she trails his figure seeing the water droplets plopping onto the floor. She holds out her hand, "Give me your jacket."
"Oh," he says. Not about the jacket, but about the unfortunate news that was the missing Will Byers. Steve didn't know the Byers well. In fact, he found them about as strange as the rest of the town. But no one deserves whatever was happening that poor kid. Strange low-lives or not.
Steve listens to Casey's request, slipping out of his jacket and passing it to her, "Thanks."
She takes into the bathroom to hang and dry in the shower, "Do you want one of my dad's flannels? You look freezing."
"Ah, no, no. I'm fine," he answers from the living room, and she completely ignores it going into her father's closet to grab one anyway.
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By My Side : Steve Harrington
RomanceCasey Hopper has lived an interesting life, yet she never had any real complaints. Growing up without a mother and being raised by her single father until he meets someone new. Casey is forced to leave her home of Hawkins and her best friend Steve H...