It is a surprisingly blissful Sunday morning in the Munson household.
Everyone is asleep... including Steve Harrington.
He stays the night because Eddie has a campaign, and the house is free from prying eyes.
This is rare for the couple, who have been secretly together for almost two months now.
It's around 8:30, and the sun peeks through the grey curtains of Angelica's bedroom.
Steve's arm is lazily draped across Angie's side as they both snore lightly.
Angie shifts in her sleep, turning toward him, accidentally bumping his nose with her own.
The movement startles her awake, but he barely flinches.
She groans softly before opening her eyes, taking in the peaceful expression of Harrington.
She resists the urge to giggle at the cute sight.
Instead, she slides her fingers softly through his hair, pressing her body against his to get comfortable again.
She begins to drift back toward sleep when a firm knock at the front door yanks her fully awake.
"Shit! I didn't think Eddie would be home this early," Angie mutters, rubbing her eyes roughly.
"What do you want me to do?" Steve scrambles to gather his clothes from the chair in the corner.
"Just—stay here," she panics, wrapping a blanket around herself. "Stay here until I get him settled."
Angie rushes to the door.
"Coming!" she calls, swinging it open. "Sorry it took so long, I was in the bathro—You're not my brother."
Instead of Eddie, a shorter brunette woman stands there.
Her wavy hair is similar to Angie's own, but she is clearly older—closer to her uncle's age than hers.
"I'm sorry for coming so early. I just arrived in town," the woman states, her voice monotone.
"That's... fine, I guess." Angie stammers, glancing into the house.
Steve creeps through the kitchen, listening to the older woman.
"Who is that?" he mouths.
"I don't know," Angie whispers back.
They hold an unspoken conversation through glances.
"Should I go?" he asks.
"No, just stay there," she replies.
"So," Angie starts hesitantly, "who are you? If you don't mind me asking."
"Oh, right," the woman smiles slightly. "I assumed you'd recognize me... although you were pretty young the last time I saw you."
"Right..." Angie laughs awkwardly. "That still doesn't answer my question."
"Oh yeah, Angelica. It's me."
"'Me' who?"
"It's me... your mother."
Angie freezes.
"What?"
The woman practically leaps into Angie's arms. "I'm so happy to see you again!"
Angie shoves her back, uncomfortable, her body tense.
"I—I'm sorry. What? My mother?" She takes a cautious step back, staring at the woman in horror.
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
