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𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟓 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋. It was a Christmas themed dance thrown every winter at Hawkins middle school. This year, Steve Harrington was on drop off duty to both Dustin Henderson and Juliette Amour.
"I look like a marshmallow." Juliette called out from the hallway. "You are hermosa, mihijo." Doris called back from the living room.
Doris had her friends over. They all knew who the young Amour girl was and had been equally excited to see the girl show her snowball dress. Juliette helped sometimes at the care home where most of them resided.
The girl smiled and walked out, fiddling with her hands in front of her. Doris gasped, "Dios mío."
"You like like a princess." Martha awed.
Mary smiled. "You're beautiful, honey."
Juliette grinned, looking down at her feet. A sudden knock on the door peaked her attention. "That's my ride." Juliette slipped on her mary jane shoes and kissed Doris' cheek before waving a goodbye to the others and walking out the door.
"How do I look?" Juliette asked her brother figure after shutting the front door behind her.
Steve grinned, ruffling the girl's hair who protested, "You look pretty, Julie." The girl skipped the steps past him and saw Dustin in the passenger seat of the car. His hair was . . . different.
"Hey, Dusty." Juliette greeted, sliding into the back seat of the car. Dustin turned around in his seat, raising her brows to her. Juliette tried to hide her smile but failed. "You look amazing."
"You look pretty good too, Lu."
"Okay, middle school dance we go." Steve voiced, getting into the drivers seat and setting off to the school.
Juliette tried not to overthink. She was worrying what other people would think of her and the noise, bright lights. She was anxious to see Max.
The drive was comforting, Christmas music echoed from the radio and the thirteen year olds sang loudly to the songs.
"All right, guys, here we are." Steve announced as he pulled up outside the school. "So, remember, once you get in there. . ." Steve looked to Dustin.
"Pretend like I don't care."
"You don't care."
"I don't care." Dustin confirmed.
Steve nodded, "There you go. You're learning, my friend. You're learning." Dustin didn't really pay any mind to the older boy as he kept glancing in the mirror. "Hey. Come on. You look great, okay? You look. . . You look great."
