the hayloft was burnt to the ground, taking the memories and horrors with it.
- in which Malia Garcia doesn't go down without a fight.
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𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐
stranger things season one - four
steve harrington x fem...
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❛ It is a miracle, Wheeler. ❜
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Barb hasn't gone home, Malia knows that.
The ginger girl didn't want to. She didn't want to leave her best, and only friend, at a fuck boy's house, which is completely understandable.
Malia stares through the large glass windows while being curled up on the couch at Barb. She wants to go out there and comfort her, and possibly convince her to go home because Nancy wasn't going to be finished anytime soon, but she didn't move from the sofa.
Malia Garcia sucks at comforting people, it's a universal fact.
So, instead she lowers herself down and pulls a blanket over her body, ignoring the guilt working it's way to her brain while she drifts off to sleep.
What feels like only a few minutes later, Malia is shot awake by a quick but loud shriek. She sits up and her head snaps around in all directions while she tries to seek out the source of the noise.
Her eyes wander outside and towards the pool, where there's no sign of Barb, causing Malia to slowly rise off the sofa and towards the large glass window.
Maybe she finally went home.
Malia sighs heavily, squeezing her eyes shut and lifting both her hands to run them through her hair. Slowly, she opens her eyes, causing them to land on a swift movement in the tree line.
In surprise, she takes a quick step back from the glass, her eyebrows furrowed. While her chest pumps up and down, she makes her way back to the sofa where she quickly lays down and throws the blanket over her body.
"What the fuck," She whispers to herself before drifting into a sleep, her breathing still quick.
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"MALIA!"
A loud shout causes her to drop off the thin sofa and onto the wooden floor, a low groan passing her lips.
Steve let's out a laugh, "Wakey, wakey, sunshine."
Malia groans again, this time lifting up a single hand to flip him off, "Fuck you, Steven."
He chuckles before bending down to her level and bringing both hands to her are and claps them together, "GET UP! We've got school."
