"I would rather not go
Back to the old house
There's too many bad memories
Too many memories there
When you cycled by
Here began all my dreams
The saddest thing I've ever seen
And you never knew
How much I really liked you
Because I never even told you
Oh, and I meant to"
"Fucking hell Angie" the boy laughed, hugging his little sister tightly as he slightly picked at her up. Angie settled into his hug, that somehow felt much more happy then it should have, given the circumstances of this meeting.
She hadn't seen Michael since about half a year ago, when he came by to announce his engagement to her in her college. She melted into his familiar touch for a long minute before breaking apart from him, giving him a warm smile before going to greet Renee, Micheal's newly fiancée.
Angie hadn't met her many times, from the times she did, she didn't have what to like or dislike as this girl seemed to have no personality at all, yet she wasn't too bad. "It's so nice to see you again" Angie smiled at her.
"You too. I'm so sorry for your loss" the girl said, Angie gave her a sweet smile before turning around to see her oldest brother, who came in a completely different state then his other one. He was the closest to her dad, and Angie could notice he was crying, she chose not to mention in as she knew he wouldn't want to be vulnerable infront of her.
"Willy" she smiled softly, William smiled at the nickname, hugging his younger sister in a much more polite way then Micheal and breaking apart from her immediately.
"How are you holding up?" Angie asked, politely, giving him a squeeze on the shoulder. He nodded.
"Fine. Dad wouldn't want me to cry over this" Angie held back a scoff, fucking hell. But instead she just gave him a smile.
"Where is Misty?" Angie asked, talking about William's only daughter, Angie hadn't seen her she was about a year old, she would assume she's three now and she knew that Williams wife, Megan, had another baby on the way.
"Her and Megan will join us to the funeral. Excuse me now" William said, excusing himself as he walked away. Angie felt sorry for him, as his life seemed so boring and adventure-less to her, but she would never say it to anyone. She raised her eyebrows in confusion as she turned to see where Steve was.
Steve and Micheal conversing quietly, she could see the smirk grow on Micheal's face as the conversation grew and she decided now is the perfect time for her to leave the group and walk away.
She walked up the familiar stairs, the smell of her house reminding her of a hundred different memories at once. The only thing she could hear was the soft conversations from the back and her slow steps up she breath deeply before walking in the long hallway at the end of the stair and reaching her old bedroom.
She entered it, letting a smile wash over her face. The white bed and the old band posters filled the childish room. One of the walls were dyed pink as when she was twelve she decided to paint her wall and after months of convincing her parents they agreed, but on the term that she'll never be aloud to dye it any other colour, just to show her she'll regret it, but she didn't. It was a part of her she could never explain to anyone in words.
She ran her hand along the dusty table, she wondered to herself if anyone's ever even got in this room since she's left. She looked around at the pictures that were taped to her wall, her old diary, her clothes. Before crushing down to the bed, and letting out a sigh.
She let her eyes close, as she drifted away to sleep, she had no idea for how long.
"Angeliii" Steve's familiar voice woke her up, pulling the i in her name. She opened her eyes slightly, to see the boy standing in the entrance of her room.
She rubbed her eyes, sitting up on the bed and pulling her legs to her chest, looking at him. He was leaning on the door frame, his hands crossed but he didn't look back at her, he was looking around the room, his eyes studying the place.
"Is this your room?" He asked her.
"It was" Angie whispered, looking around the room herself as well. It wasn't her house anymore, it will never be.
Steve got his eyes back on her, leaving the door frame and stepping towards the bed, sitting in front of her, his hand taking hers and playing with her fingers around.
"Darling?" He whispered to her, she raised her sight from their connected hands to his face. She flinched at the name, it never connected to her before just now that she was back in the house. Her dad used to call her that.
She ignored the weird shiver it made her body feel and focused back on Steve. It's ok. It's ok.
"Mhm?" She mumbled. He couldn't see that his words made her flinch, and kept talking. "Would you ever move back to Hawkins?" He asked, a look of hope in his eyes. Angie's stomach turned.
She breath deeply, her eyesight blurring. "Never"
She could half-see Steve's face flinch, his eyes turning down. "Would you ever leave Hawkins?" She asked. He took a second to process. "I wouldn't" he replied.
Angie's breath tensed, she couldn't do this now. She had to escape. She didn't feel good at this place, she knew it since she entered her house. This wasn't her place anymore and just the thought of moving back here made her flip, she shook it off.
"That's why it's a summer thing" she reminded him, her head and heart aching as she said so. She could see Steve was holding back his tears. "Right?" She whispered, when he didn't reply.
"Right" he replied. Shaking his head. "Right" he mumbled again, his voice breaking.
She couldn't do this, not now, not here.
"I can't do this now, Stevie" she mumbled, breaking her hands from his as she walked out, leaving him in her old room.
She walked fast down the hallway, trying to find an escape. Down the stairs she could hear chatter, so she didn't even try going there. She turned in the room to her left, locking the door after her and leaning on the closed door, breathing deeply.
After about a minute, when she opened her eyes. She saw exactly where she was.
Her father's study. Fuck.
This was exactly the worst place for her to be in at the moment, yet it felt absolutely welcoming. The sweet smells of her dad washing over her. She let out a chuckle, walking over to the big wooden desk.
She set down, opening a drawer and looking around. She picked up a pack of cigars and lighting one in her mouth, inhaling the smoke. The familiar taste and small of her dad filling her head. And then it hit her.
What the fuck has she done. Steve was everything to her. He drove her all night here and she stormed off at him because of a question? What was going on with her. This place was driving her crazy.
hey!! I'm just making more drama cause I'm bored but this is gonna be good I promise, also I feel like Angie might have came off as a bitch? But just keep in mind she's mourning, if you know what that's like, I'm sorry. But this kind of places at this kind of times do drive you crazy.
We have about 10 more chapters until the end of the book!! I'm so scared but I have the perfect ending.
I wanted to ask, out of curiosity. What do you imagine Angie to look like? And Anna? Let me know!!
All the love in the world. And thank you if you're still reading this book, I hope you love it as much as I do.
Faye
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bittersweet | steve harrington
Fanfiction"you weren't mine to lose" bittersweet. in which a group of friends chooses to spend their 99' summer vacation together and two people who absolutely hate each other are forced to spend the summer stuck in a house together. what could go wrong that...
