cigarettes- steve harrington

chapter 1.

Gemma's point of view:

My head against the window pane,
I watch as the vinyl spins round, Pink Floyd fills the room.

With each inhale of the joint, my mind becomes settled.
Waving the smoke out the window, before throwing the butt in my bin, there's a subtle knock on the door.

Almost tripping over my feet, I lunge forward to the door.
Slightly opening it, to reveal Mike's face, an annoyed look on his face.

" What?".

" Can you turn the music down! We can't hear ourselves talking." He scoffs.

Rolling my eyes at him, turning to walk for the record player,
I turn the dial down a few before returning to the hallway.

Walking towards the bathroom, to find the door locked.

" Nancy. I need to pee, can you hurry up!" I bang on the door.

It flings open, the sound of the toilet flushing as my eyes meet his.

" Oh, sorry... Steve" My eyes flick to the floor.

" No worries, dork".

He smiles before returning to Nancy's room, shutting the door behind him.

Quickly using the toilet before washing my hands, staring at myself in the mirror for a few minutes then returning to my room.

Plonking down on the end of my bed, Steve and Nancy are out on the driveway.
His car doors opened as he leans in to kiss her, she doesn't seem overly impressed.

I've been suspicious about their relationship, since seeing Jonathan Byers sneaking out of her window yesterday morning.

She gently waves him goodbye before returning inside, running up the stairs and standing at my door.
She doesn't say anything which further proves my suspicions.
Something has definitely happened.

" Are you okay?" I clear my throat.

She nods, fidgeting with the end of her sleeves.

" It stinks like marijuana in here, you know?".

I shake my head, " It's just the patchouli".

She laughs.

" Mom and dad aren't stupid, well I mean, at least mom isn't".

Chuckling at her comment,

She leans her head against the door, " Are you coming to the party tonight?".

I hesitate to nod my head,
I had promised Zoe and Mac that I'd be there.
Even though I can think of ten other ways I'd rather spend my night, may as well.

" Cool, Steve's picking me up, do you want a lift there and back?".

Thinking about every time I've ridden my bike home, under the influence of alcohol or drugs and never actually known if I would get home in one piece.
I've bruised both knees,
scrapped both hands and even woke up in a bush.

A lift home would be nice for once.

" Yeah, okay thanks".

She grins, " Be ready in fifteen!".

Disappearing down the hall, I stare back at my reflection in the mirror.
I am ready, what do I need fifteen for?

I could have another joint.

Tying up the laces to my converse before
Grabbing out the chop,
sprinkling a large amount into the paper, perfecting the roll.

" Let's go!" I hear Nancy's voice sing down the hall.