Ally Harrington, the adoptive little sister of the famous Steve Harrington, wasn't anything like her brother.
Other than the small tattoo on her wrist that she'd somehow managed to hide since the day she was adopted, unlike Steve, Ally was not at al...
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During the course of the cold autumn night, two sisters, Ally and El, had found themselves hitchhiking on the main road outside their hometown of Hawkins, Indiana. Ally, the one with the laser-focused blue eyes, was not happy for her and her sister to get into a random truck with a strange man she'd never met. She, unlike her naïve sister, had a working understanding of basic societal rules. And what El didn't understand was that rule number one for any female human being was: do not get in a car with strange men!
If Ally were normal, she would've cussed that man out and dragged her sister far away from him and his ginormous truck. But, luckily, Ally wasn't a normal kid.
Safe.
The voice in her head informed, the word bouncing off the walls of her mind and echoing in her ears, giving her a headache. If El hadn't already gotten into the truck, Ally wouldn't have left hers and her sister's safety in the hands of some phantom voice in her head, but seeing as her sister had given her no choice, Ally had to climb in behind her.
Twenty minutes into the drive, El had fallen asleep on her sister's lap and Ally was thanking whatever higher power there was for the fact that the voice was right about the truck-driver. Mr. Truck Driver - as she had dubbed him - was a very nice man, as it would turn out, and surprisingly enough, while Eleven slept peacefully on Ally's lap, the blue-eyed girl had quite a pleasant conversation with the truck driver.
"Say, what d'ya keep fiddling with over there?" He asked curiously, mid-conversation, his slight southern drawl coming through.
Ally looked down to see what he was referring to and, sure enough, she finally registered the fact that her hands were clasped tightly around the odd-looking necklace that dangled around her neck, clutching onto it like it was her lifeline. In a way, it kind of was. You see, this was no ordinary necklace... this was the necklace that Ally hadn't taken off since the day it was gifted to her... this was the necklace that Will had given to her for Christmas last year.
"Oh," Ally realised, releasing the 20 sided dice charm from her hold, "It's just something my friend got for me. He knows I like to fiddle with stuff when I'm nervous and... I guess it's just become a habit," she rambled.
Mr. Truck Driver smiled, never taking his eyes off the road - something Ally appreciated.
"Sounds like one hell 'f a friend ya got there, kiddo," he remarked.
Ally smiled dreamily, looking down at the necklace that had permanently found itself hanging from her neck.
"He is," Ally agreed.
Catching the not-so-subtle air of infatuation in her voice, the man chuckled knowingly.
"I had me someone like that in my life once," he told her.
