Heather [Stonathan]

06

[Steve's POV]

It had been over 2 years since Jonathan had went into a coma.

I was hanging out with my friends in the hall, bullying some kid, until we saw the doors open.

A tall, slim kid walks in, i widened my eyes as my jaw drops. It was-

[Jonathan's POV]
a deep inhale and exhale came from the tall, lanky, slim kid.

i opened the doors, they were rather heavy.
i looked up, seeing a taller guy, who was good-looking.
"What are you looking at." I said to the party of kids.

the other tall boy pushed me over, I kicked him in the face, standing up and walking away.

the one who's jaw was dropped caught up to me. "H-Hey!"

I stopped at my locker, looking over. "Need something....?"

"Uh.. Steve, Steve Harrington."
"Harrington? Weird last name dude."

"Don't you remember me, Jonathan Byers?"

"Wait how did you know my na-" I had a flashback, seeing this guy before.
I remember seeing him with a girl, listening to her name. "Nancy?"
"Uh.. That's not my name.."
"No-No.. that girl."
"Nancy Wheeler? Oh, I'm not with her anymore.. I actually loved you more." He'd start whispering to me.

I blushed, then looked over to his friends. "Don't worry about being a weird queer."

Steve waved at me to come as I followed him into a small storage unit that was abandoned,
he locked it.