𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 - steve harrington

𝟎𝟎𝟓

eggo girl

     "Okay, what did you see again?" Billie asked her friend again, trying to understand why he was so upset.

     "She was with Jonathan. And they were sitting on her bed... hugging," Steve said, refusing to look at his friend.

     "Hugging is dangerous. You know what it leads to," Tommy mocked his friend, making Billie turn around and slap his arm. "Rough. I like it," Tommy grinned at the girl, who would have punched him if Steve hadn't caught her hand.

     "Will you stop! That's not the problem, okay. She blew me off to hang out with him, and then she took him to her room," the boy sighed and closed his eyes.

     Billie felt bad for her friend, she had never seen Steve like someone like he did Nancy, and then this happened. She reached for her friend, placing her hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, "listen, she is a bitch and she doesn't deserve you. One day you're gonna find someone that will treat you better," she winked, making Steve laugh.

...

     The one thing Billie hated the most about being left alone in the house was that she had to do the grocery shopping, she found that there was nothing more tedious. The only good thing about grocery shopping is that her aunt allowed her to drive the car, even though she didn't have her license yet. The brunette was in and out of the store as fast as she could, but just before she entered her car, the brunette saw a very strange scene; a little girl, with head shaved, dirt all over her, with boxes and boxes of eggos on her arms. But what got her attention was the store manager running after the little girl.

     "Hey!" She got the girl's attention, "you need a ride?" The girl looked between the teenager and the store manager, who was just now walking out of the store to chase her. Eleven wasn't a trusting person, with her past, how could she be, but she had a good feeling about the brunette in front of her. The young girl rushed to the car, getting in and closing the door before the manager could get to her.

     Following the girl's acts, Billie got inside of the car, quickly starting it and driving away. Billie looked at the girl again, who was happily taking bites of her frozen eggos. "You're gonna break your teeth eating that thing frozen," the brunette said. The girl stopped, looking at Billie before taking another bite.

     Billie didn't really know what to do with the girl, so she just decided to drive home, where she would be able to heat the girl's eggos, and hopefully get her to talk. The whole situation gave her the creeps; this girl had her hair shaved down like a hospital patient, she wore an ugly pink dress, she was all dirty, and of all the things she could steal, she stole food, which was a bad sign in the brunettes book.

     "My name is Billie, what's yours?" She introduced herself. Once again the girl only looked at her before going back to her eggos, which made Billie roll her eyes, "okay then, nameless girl."

     The car drive wasn't long, and as she got out of the car the Mora girl realized the young girl had no intention of following her, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. The brown eyed girl opened the passenger door, and before the mystery girl could protest, she took the eggo boxes from her hands, walking back to her house as fast as she could. Billie could hear footsteps following her to the kitchen, and some words that she could not quite understand, but she was happy the girl was finally talking.

     "Stop," the girl said, but the long haired girl ignored her. She continued to walk around the kitchen, confusing the girl, "Stop!" The young girl screamed. Billie had her back turned to the girl, but as she screamed a force turned her, throwing her hard against the counter.

     "Fuck!" She shouted, feeling a sharp pain where her back collided against the counter. "I was just heating up your waffles!" She pointed at the toaster, where the waffles had just popped up. The brunette groaned, touching her back, she knew her back would be bruised within the hour.

     The young girl watched as Billie groaned in pain, but even with the pain the older girl continued doing what she was doing. She watched as she picked a plate, picked things up from the fridge and kitchen cabinets, and everytime the teenager flinched because of her back, the younger girl felt bad for her burst.

     "Sit," Billie told the girl, who sat down. "This is the best way to eat them," she said, placing the plate in front of her, "warm, with whipped cream and maple syrup." Billie smiled at the young girl, who looked at the plate as if that was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. "Here, go ahead," Billie placed a fork and a knife in front of her, but the girl just picked the eggo with her hand and started eating it.

     "Good," the girl said, taking another bite.

     "Good," Billie smiled and nodded at the girl. "What's your name?" She asked again.

     The girl looked up at Billie with her big brown eyes, but she didn't say anything. She whipped her hand on a napkin before rolling the sleeve of her jacket, pointing at a tattoo on her wrist, a tattoo of the number 11.

     "Eleven?" Billie questioned, and the girl nodded, before turning her attention back to her eggos. Tattoos were not well perceived in small towns like Hawkins, now a kid with a tattoo and a number for her name, that was something straight out of a science fiction movie, or some story for the conspiracy freaks around town. "Okay," the brunette tried to act normal, "after you are done eating, I'm giving you something else to wear, because that dress is a fucking crime against humanity."

     Billie sat on the counter while she waited for Eleven to finish eating, she analyzed the girl and she finally realized the weight of the events of the last few days. It was as if everything was a loose piece of a puzzle, all of the strange events were connected but none made any sense. A missing kid, nightmare monsters that seemed more real each day, and now this girl, who was able to push Billie against the counter with, apparently, nothing more than her mind. But what scared her the most was that she didn't freak out about it, maybe she was just numb to it all after her nightmares in the past few days, or maybe it was because deep down her gut was telling her that Eleven was the only good thing that happened this week.

     Once Eleven was done eating, she went to clean herself while Billie went up the stairs, hoping to find something else for the younger girl to wear. The Mora girl loved fashion, and for her that meant keeping some of her best outfits, even if those outfits are from when she was 10.

     "I told you Steve," she whispered to herself while she dug around her closet. Steve was always on her case about her old clothes, and how they were just a waste of space. "Hey Eleven! Do you like maroon?" She shouted, but she realized the girl probably didn't know what maroon looked like. The dress was a simple long sleeve maroon dress, Billie avoided the more intricate dresses because she assumed Eleven wouldn't like it. "Okay, I picked this dress, but we have options if you don't like it," she said as she reached the top of the stairs.

     "Options of what?" A voice surprised her. Once the brunette looked down at the door she saw a bloody Steve by the door.

     "What the fuck," she skipped down stairs towards Steve. Billie touched Steve's cheeks, "what the fuck happened to you?" Before Steve could say anything Billie turned around, looking for Eleven, "where is she?"

     Steve stared at his friend in confusion, "where is who?"

     "El- there was a girl here," she explained, "you probably scared her."

     "A girl?" The Harrington boy asked, looking around, "what did you smoke?"

     "Nothing... it doesn't matter," she pulled Steve to the couch, "what happened to you?"

     Steve leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes before taking a deep breath, "you are not gonna believe the day I had."