Is There Someone Else? | Stranger Things 4

III

Steve
Delilah dragged me into her laundry room, prepping the machine with detergent and fabric softener. "Ok ok, um, you can borrow one of my dad's old band tees if that works? Just while we wash your shirt I promise."

  "Don't sweat it that's okay," I said leaning against the washer.

  "Okay great, alright, yeah so I'm gonna go grab that, hang tight and I will be right back." She said hopping off in a little run down the hall. I glanced around the room observing the light blue wallpaper and radio on the windowsill, I curiously approached it looking for just something nice to listen to to pass my time.

  'A Hawkins High student was found dead today, brutally murdered in one of the worst scenes officers said they'd seen in years, some saying it's the worst they've seen in all their years on duty, an investigation is underway and officers do have a suspect although he is currently missing, we'll keep you updated on this breaking story.'

  Some bullshit always going on in the bullshit state, now a serial killer is running around, what a warm welcome for Delilah. I pulled off my shirt and threw it in the laundry machine, pressing the button for a light load and hitting start.

  "Ok so I got you my dad's shirt, AC/DC we used to hav-" Delilah stopped short in the doorway, clearing her throat a little and looking towards the shelf of clothing cleaning products and glancing at me thinking it was sly. "Right the uh, the shirt! The whole reason I left the room I'm definitely spacey." She laughed awkwardly tossing me the shirt.

  The doorbell rang and she sighed dramatically. "Pizza's here!" She said jogging down the hall. I rolled my eyes and pulled on the shirt, following after her as she grabbed her wallet and opened the door.

  "Surf's up dude! That'll be $7.00." The guy at the door said calmly, Delilah hurriedly shuffled through her wallet.

  "Shit, one second I'm so sorry I gotta get a $10." She apologized, rocking on her heels anxiously. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a few bills, handing the guy two fives and grabbing the boxes from him.

  "Have a good night man," I said as he smiled and walked back to his van. I closed the door and laughed at Delilah's glaring face. "What is that look for?" I said still laughing.

  "Come on you didn't have to do that, I'm gonna owe you, Harrington, now I feel bad." She said finally find the bill she was looking for zipped into a side pocket of her wallet. She extended it out to me but I pushed her hand away gently.

  "Stop it don't worry about it Delilah, besides it was painful watching you get your anxiety through the roof for a guy who was literally through the roof." I scoffed going to the kitchen to put the pizza boxes on the table. She followed after me with a puzzled look.

  "What do you mean through the roof?" She asked sitting on a chair and looking up at me. I eyed her waiting for her to catch what I meant, the look of cogs turning in her mind crossed her face when her eyes went wide. "Oh my god he was high, I get it now." She said rubbing her hands down her face.

  "Look who finally came around, see I knew you were a genius. I'm gonna go wake up Robin, if you start eating without me I'm gonna spray beer at you too." I threatened making her roll her eyes.

    I went into the living room and over to the couch scoffing at Robin's snoring. Semi-aggressively I shoved her, making her smack my arm harshly. "Robin wake up pizza's here!" I yelled in her ear making her jump up out of her sleep in a panic.

  "Steve why must everything you do be the most abominable, obnoxious things ever?" Robin said glaring at me, standing up and stretching out.

"Me be obnoxious? You were just fast asleep on her couch snoring like Bigfoot!" I whispered yelled, going back to the kitchen with Robin drowsily trailing behind me.