🍦When Ellie Sinclair returns to Hawkins after her first year at college - it wasn't exactly what she was expecting. A brand new mall brings hope, hustle and bustle, and sugar rush to Ellie's hometown. Hoping to get a jump start on her summer readin...
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CHAPTER FIVE THREE AND A HALF DINGUSES
ELLIE SINCLAIR STARTED SCREAMING THE MOMENT THE ELEVATOR STARTED TO WOBBLE AND DIDN'T STOP, EVEN MOMENTS AFTER THE ELEVATOR HAD STOPPED. Approximately two minutes and thirty-three seconds after they'd been steadied, Ellie was still screaming.
Steve Harrington was the one to keep count on his watch.
It was a damn-near tie for who had the loudest, most obnoxious, ear-piercing, curdling scream: Dustin or Ellie. Dustin was in full-on panic mode, which only stressed Ellie out more. Had their situation not felt so dire, Steve would've laughed.
Heights weren't particularly Ellie's favorite thing in the world, the Harrington boys as a witness, and there'd been onetoo many instances where Robbie or Steve had to be the one to help her down from somewhere she'd gone too far up.
The summer before third grade, on the Harrington's diving board.
Two July fourth's ago, on the ferris wheel at the Roane County Fair.
Even last year, at the homecoming football game, where she chose to sit at the top of the bleachers.
"Ellie." Steve's voice snapped the girl out of her rather deafening scream, as she calmed immediately at the sound of his voice. As long as Harrington was there, she'd be okay. She noticed where she was, sitting her bubble-butt (so she called it) on his lap, as he was sprawled out on the floor. He groaned as Ellie stood up and pain shot through his groin from the speed at which she plopped onto him, her tailbone digging right into his gut.
Had the situation not been so dire, he probably would've had other problems to deal with.
"Is everyone okay?" Robin perked up innocently, and it was Steve's turn to panic.
"Yep, yep, I'm great! NOW THAT I KNOW RUSSIANS CAN'T DESIGN ELEVATORS! THESE BUTTONS HAVE TO WORK, they have to do something!" It was Steve's turn to panic, voice raspy as he screamed, and something flipped in Ellie's belly at the sound of it. Steve, the Harrington most chill, freaking out like this only added to her doubts running rampant.
"Okay, dingus, I think we've established those buttons do not work!" Robin yelled, pointing at the panicking boy with a duh expression.
"Steve, I think we need a keycard!" Ellie poked at the boys back, his muscles twitching as she did so. "A what?" His voice was alarmingly calm, and Ellie wondered if she'd struck the wrong nerve. A Harrington had never been angry with her.
"It's an electronic lock. We need a keycard, like we used to get in here in the first place, if we don't have a keycard it means—"
