[DISCONTINUED]
"Why don't we just stay like this forever?"
"You want to stay with me forever?"
"Of course"
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After a year of being in Italy the Harringtons move back to Hawkins and hit resume on the lives they paused...
Will their alre...
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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞
♥ ♥ ♥ August 10th 1985
Graceland Harrington
Since our first night here Ive had awful dreams, so awful I wake up in a full sweat, heavily breathing. Im never able to go back to sleep after I wake up from them.
Luckily though during my time awake I have successfully finished my room. Within a few days I've put up my posters, set up my lights, put in the rest of my furniture.
I feel really happy with the outcome.
Now the only thing I'm struggling with is finding an outfit for tonight. It didn't take long for me to call Leni and tell her I was going. She didn't have any emotion when I told her, all she said was, she was glad I was getting out.
I'm really nervous about tonight, I don't know why though. I have a ride, I know how to get back home if Steve can't drive me back home. I know people there who I think I can trust.
I just feel like I'm missing something. As I go through my closet once more I hear Steve cough behind me.
I turn and look him up and down. For the past thirty minutes he's been asking which shirt goes with his new pair of jeans. It's getting tiring.
"That's definitely the one Steve!" I state and lean on my closet door. "Are you sure Gray, I don't want to look like a douche" he groans and places his head in the palm of his hands.
I walk over to him and pat his shoulder. "I don't think you'll need a shirt for that one" "Ha, Ha, very funny" he says and huffs.
"Okay, I'm being serious though. That's the shirt"
He turns and looks at himself in my mirror and straights the shirt. He then sighs and tucks it in. His shirt is a red corduroy button up he got at some boutique before we left Italy.
"Okay great! You almost ready?" He asks. I shake my head. "I really don't know what to wear" I state.
I jump up from the spot on my bed and show him my first option and he nods, I then show him my second option and he shakes his head. I roll my eyes and finally show him the third option.
He smirks and nods. "That's the one Gray, that's the one." I happily nod and push him out so I can change.
I pull up the baggy dark blue jeans and put on my dark green striped shirt. I put my tan jacket over it and look at myself in the mirror. "This is nice" I mumble under my breath.
