"Are you holding my hand?"
"I'm scared as shit right now, so yeah, I'm holding your hand."
Steve Harrington x fem!oc
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"Halley?"
She looked up at the sound of her name. It wasn't Lucas or Max, who at that point had dismounted Lucas's bike and were walking a few feet in front of her.
Halley had been stuck third wheeling—no matter what Lucas would say— the two of them for the past hour. Listening to them talk about Troy Walsh, and science, and skateboarding, and the arcade; as much as she loved Lucas, she was ready to ditch him.
Standing side by side a few feet in front of them, was Dustin and Steve.
"Lucas, what the fuck is going on?" Halley asked. This was absolutely not what she was expecting when he said he had proof. Granted, she didn't know what she was expecting, but it was not this.
"I got the code red," he said simply, starting down the hill with Max.
"He got the code red," Halley muttered to herself, trailing behind them. "You know, a heads up would have been nice."
Lucas didn't get the chance to respond, because Dustin snatched his arm and led him behind an abandoned car carcass. Leaving Max, Halley, and Steve. And none of the three had the full story.
"We're uh, we're reinforcing the bus," Steve said. He gestured over to the same school bus Hopper and Halley had found the boys in last year. The memory wasn't exactly a happy one.
Max, seeming to jump at the opportunity of getting away nodded like she understood, and went off to grab large slabs of metal scattered around the junkyard. Leaving Steve and Halley.
"You wanna check out the inside? Load up the supplies?" Steve suggested, already beginning to take off in the opposite direction. Halley sighed. It didn't look like she had much of a choice.
Begrudgingly, she pushed through the doors. The bus was similar to how she remembered it. Old. run down. Overall: not her first choice in a bunker. Regardless, she continued down the aisle.
"What if it's a trick?"
She whipped around, scanning the seats. "Mike?" she asked, but the seats were empty.
"But it's your sister!"
"Lucas?" there was still no one there.
"What if the bad people kidnapped her?"
Halley stopped mid step. The bad people? Isn't that what they called the government men from the lab?
Last year, when they were looking for the boys and El. Trying to contact them with Will's Walkie. That doesn't make any sense, though.
"But doesn't it, Halley?"
She jumped at the new voice. It was lower, gravely. Halley hadn't heard it before. "What the fuck?" she whispered, her fingers digging into the plastic of the chain beside her. Trying to keep her breathing steady she slowly surveyed around herself. No one was there. No one.
