What feels like her whole life, Ophelia Flores has been in love with Steve Harrington. Things just never seemed to go their way. What happens when they're taken into the world of the upside down?
[STRANGER THINGS SEASON 1-4]
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By the time Steve got Ophelia to his house, the alcohol finally got to her.
While he was disappointed he wouldn't have the chance to talk to her some more, he was also glad she refused to give him her new address because if Hopper saw that she was drunk, he would surely find a way to blame him for it.
Besides, handling a drunk Ophelia was not easy at all- even if she insisting she was only tipsy.
She obviously had a lot to drink and nothing to eat with how fast and hard the effects of the alcohol hit her.
Even if she didn't want to admit it, he could tell... considering she called him by Jonathan's name when she finally got comfortable in bed with him and fell asleep.
Steve was really starting to hate that guy.
By the next morning, he was shaken awake by a distressed Ophelia.
"What? What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" she scoffed, "What's wrong is that I'm here and not home and Hopper's going to kill me."
"Couldn't you just tell him you spent the night at Jonathan's?" Steve groaned, turning around in bed.
"No! He hasn't let me spend the night since we became a couple- Steve, wake up! I need to go to school so I can call him from there and-"
"Steve! Wake up already! Your dad and I need to- Ophelia!"
Normally when parents caught a girl in their teenage son's bedroom, they'd be livid.
Not the Harrington's though. They were beyond excited to finally see Ophelia again after what felt like the longest year.
"Oh, you have to join us for breakfast," his mom beamed when she hugged her tightly.
"Thanks, Mrs. H but-"
"I'm not taking no for an answer. I'll set up your plate downstairs."
Ophelia watched her leave the room, in disbelief, "I'm literally in nothing but my underwear and your shirt and she didn't even bat an eyelash."
"What can I say? They love you. Probably more than me," Steve shrugged as if it were no big deal, getting out of bed, "That isn't weird. What's weird is that we're about to have breakfast together. That never happens."
"Cmon, Harrington. This shouldn't be old news to you. You said so yourself. I'm obviously the favorite. Of course they made me breakfast."
"Ha. Ha."
Ophelia smiled, already navigating through his room, "You still have those pair of jeans of yours that I like?"
"Top drawer, next to your favorite hoodie."
"You're the best. Tell your parents I'll be down in a minute."
"Got it."
He needed that time alone with his parents anyway, to make sure they knew to be on their best behavior.
