Valerie Kennedy was never the one for second chances, but for Steve Harrington she just might be willing to try.
"How am I supposed to close the door when I still needed closure?
And I change my mind but it's still on you
How am I supposed to leave...
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"Boom.. Boom.. BOOM!"
Val looks up from her book and sees Mike slamming his hand on the table. Boys, she thinks to herself as she shakes her head at them.
She goes back to her reading.
BOOM!
ignoring...
There's more yelling coming from the kids. Mike gets even louder, and shouts words that cause the group to yell with him.
"Fireball him Will!"
"Another stomp! Boom!"
"Cast protection."
"He roars in anger."
The boys get to screaming at one another, which causes Val to finally slam shut her book to say something. "OKAY! That's enough you guys! Mr. Wheeler is trying to watch TV." Unsurprisingly, she gets ignored.
"FIREBALL!"
The four boys jump up to scramble down to the floor in search of the dice that Will threw. Val looks over at the clock on the wall and sees the time. Perfect timing. She stands up to grab her bag and tosses her book into it.
"Okay.. boys it's time to go. Thank God. Clean up your mess so we can leave. It's a school night and your parents want you home before nine," says the girl as she slings her bag across her shoulder.
Dustin was crawling on the floor and glanced up at her. "Can you hold your shit for a second? We need to figure out if Will got a thirteen," mutters the boy. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Did you find it yet?" he ask
"No, actually Dustin. I can't. Pick up that slice of pizza off the ground while you're down there. Your mom was on my ass the last time you were late for your curfew and it was only by 15 minutes," complains Valerie as she grabs the empty cups off the floor. The boy ignores her and continues his search.
Lucas interrupts with, "Hell no. This campaign isn't over until we find that freaking dice. Is it a thirteen?" He moves his attention back to his friends and stressfully moves the chairs away from the table. Will helps him by pushing the table slightly and nervously goes, "I don't know!"
"Mike!"
Suddenly the basement door opens with Mrs. Wheeler standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. "Mom, we're in the middle of a campaign," huffs Mike as he sits on his knees at the end of the stairs. Mrs. Wheeler points at her watch and says,"You mean the end? Fifteen after." Mike pleads for her to let the boys stay a bit longer as he runs up the stairs chasing after her.
