Time After Time {Steve Harrington x OC}

8

"What are you supposed to be?"

"I could ask you the same question."

Rolling her eyes, Sadie gestured to her blue dress, sinched at the waist with a pink ribbon and paired with mary janes and white stockings, "Obviously I'm one of the twins from The Shining."

"I don't think it's that obvious, I thought you were Alice from Alice in Wonderland." Steve glanced at her over his shades as she ducked into the back seat. 

"Yeah, well if you want Caroline and I can do a creepy reenactment for you once we get to the party. She's my twin." Sadie leaned forward from the middle of the back to rest her head on the shoulder of the passenger seat. "What are you? This looks like something you'd wear normally."

Rolling his eyes with a smile, he said,"Try to piece it together when we pick up Nancy." 

Then his smile dropped and he turned to look at her as they stopped at a red, "Please don't be weird by the way, she doesn't know you and she's kind of going through a lot right now, so just...keep the sarcasm to a minimum."

"Weird? Jeez Harrington. And when have I ever been sarcastic? Every time I say something it is with 100% open honesty. Fun fact." Sadie was a bit insulted, did he really not trust her to be nice and normal around his girlfriend? She liked to think she was nice and normal all the time. 

They started moving again and Steve rubbed his hands up and down the steering wheel, "I told her this is charity work by the way. I signed up for volunteer hours that involve chauffeuring down-on-their-luck orphans around Hawkins."

"No you didn't!" She smacked his bicep.

Steve cracked a smile, "No, I didn't. She's grateful for your help in chemistry, it saves her time to get her own work done for a change." 

"Yeah, that's the real charity work." Sadie grunted as she leaned forward to fiddle with the radio. Music filled the car, and Steve turned it up, tapping to the beat on the steering wheel. 

"Duran Duran? Really?"

"What's wrong with Duran Duran?"

Sadie shrugged, "I don't know, nothing. I'm just disappointed in you. You started out strong in my favor with Bowie but now you like this new stuff...what happened? What went wrong?"

"Oh sorry my taste can't span multiple genres and decades." He scoffed. 

"Who else do you like? Who do you listen to regularly?"

He paused for a while before offering: "I like Bon Jovi." 

"No! Come on man!" Sadie slapped the seat, "What about Fleetwood Mac? Blondie? Steelie Dan? The Kinks? Velvet Underground?" 

"What is your deal? Why can't I listen to recent music?"

"Because recent music sucks." 

"Yeah okay, that's not pretentious at all." They pulled in front of a two-story house at the end of a cul-de-sac, and parked. Steve hopped out and rang the bell at the door. Sadie crossed that off her mental list of reasons why the couple could've been fighting. 

Nancy Wheeler came out after about a minute, also wearing what looked to be a normal outfit for her. Her white sweater clarified absolutely nothing. Sadie tried not to look like she was watching their every step back toward the car, but what else was there to look at?

The junior slid into the passenger seat and looked over her shoulder, about to say something, but then she made eye contact with Sadie and stopped dead, staring at her with a mix of alarm and fear.