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the gate
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It had been a month since El had closed the gate, and now everybody was in the mood for the annual Hawkins Middle Snow Ball. Scarlett sat in Lucas' room, helping him get ready by sitting on his bed and reading comics.
"What about this one?" He asked, standing at the foot of the bed with a striped collared shirt on. When she didn't look up, Lucas clapped in front of her face, "Scar, helloooo?"
She jumped a little, looking up at him. "Shit, sorry." Scarlett took in his appearance, tapping her finger to her chin. "Oh yeah, that's the one."
"Are you sure? Or are you just saying that?" Lucas whined, unsure with his choice of clothing as he fumbled with the collar and sleeves of the shirt.
"Lucas, I'm not just saying that. You look great." She affirmed, shooting finger guns at him. "And also, just saying, she's seen you in worse. And she's heard your girl scream." She jokingly shivered, earning a scowl from him. Scarlett's hands shot up in surrender, "Okay! Okay. I'll be right back."
She exited the room, walking to her own to find Erica on her bed, playing in her bead kit. "Erica! What did I tell you about coming in here without asking me?"
Erica looked up at her with a bored expression on her face, "What? Scared I might find something extra weird in here?"
"No, I have nothing to hide. I just don't want you messing up my beads, I organized them. I'm sure you wouldn't want me messing up your Barbie's clothes and hair, would you?" Scarlett reasoned, picking out the misplaced beads and putting them back in their rightful spots. "We can go bother Lucas though." She smiled, watching the frown on Erica's face morph into a mischievous grin.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Erica hopped off the bed. "Come on!" She urged, running out of the room room with Scarlett not too far behind. They watched Lucas from the doorway with amusement as he talked to himself in the mirror.
"I love this song!" He grinned, then pointed at the mirror. "You?"
"Yeah, I love it. But not as much as I love you, Lukey." Erica clasped her hands together in front of her, putting on a mask of pure innocence and joy.
"Get out of my room!" Lucas spat, slamming the door in their faces. A frown plastered on both girls faces, huffing as they turned and leaned against the entrance to Lucas' room.
"You kind of have to know how to do the talking part before you can actually dance, you know that, right?" Scarlett teased, yelling from the other side of the door.
