cardigan ❪ STRANGER THINGS ❫

iii. when you told me the whole story

the weirdo on maple street:
❛ CARDIGAN ❜ ↷ stranger things
❝ oldest, as in, a solid three years younger than your ❞

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Jonathan and Joyce went to sleep a few hours ago after the latter calmed down, yet Clary could not fall asleep. Her head might have hurt like a bitch but she was still restless.

Instead of sleeping, she picked up the little red notebook that she was currently writing and drawing inside of. It was how she expressed herself and her therapist told her she should use it to put her words onto paper instead of getting physical and letting her anger take control of her actions.

She was not holding a pen in her hand, though. Instead, she was going through all the small drawings of Will she drew over these last few months. But a smile was not gracing her lips like it usually did when she looked at the face of her youngest brother. She was frowning as a million rhetorical questions rang through her head.

Was there something wrong with Will the entire time and she just never noticed and that's why he ran away? Was she that bad of a sister? Did he somehow get lost in the woods? Did an animal attack him?

And, god, Clary did not even want to consider the possibility of him somehow ending up in Indianapolis in hopes of finding dad. That was the worst possible scenario. But, Clary was a huge pessimist so of course a big part of her immediately thought of him leaving to find their father.

Clary's train of thoughts was interrupted by a knock coming from the window. Her ears perked up and her eyebrows furrowed. She immediately reached for the closest thing next to her in case it was some drunk idiot. With a clock in her hand, she turned the lamp on her nightstand on and got up from her bed and made her way towards the window.

The sight of Steve Harrington standing on the other side of her window made her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She hurried to open the window and gave him a shocked look, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Steve didn't answer. Instead, he made his way inside and stepped into her bedroom like he owned the place. He gave her a small boyish grin which widened at the sight of the clock in her hand. "Were you planning on hitting me with that?"

"I'm still debating on it." she shot back and placed the clock down before crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him, "What are you doing here?"

"I was checking up on you." he said like it was the most obvious thing ever. Steve liked to pretend that their break up was normal and mutual. He acted like they broke up and came to an agreement that they would remain friends.

He liked to act like he didn't break her heart. Like he didn't beg for forgiveness for weeks and then just gave up when summer break started. A big part of Clary wanted to take him back and forgive him. And she knew she could easily do that but there was no way she could forget what happened. The kiss between Nancy and Steve at the library could have just been a "heat of the moment" kind of thing or it could have been something that had a much deeper meaning. No matter what the reason for the kiss was, Clary still couldn't get it out of her head.