Escape ~ S.Harrington

25} Inter-dimensional Slugs and Drunken Words

    Jenna came back inside to find Nancy angrily marching to the bathroom with a guilty and concerned looking Steve following right behind her.
Alrighty then... I'm not even gonna ask.

Jenna looked around a bit and found Jonathan actually socializing with a girl, as well as Alice being dragged by someone to one of Tina's spare bedrooms. Jenna gave her a thumbs up and Alice winked back at her. Jenna decided to hang out with Jonathan for a bit until she saw Steve slam the bathroom door behind him and storm out of the house with a beer he stole from a random guy.
"Hey, Jon?" Jenna nudged him, "I don't think Steve's gonna want to give Nance a ride home. Could you get her? I'll get Steve."
"Sure," He responded, confused, as Jenna followed after Steve.

"Steve!" She yelled.
He ignored her as he tried to get in his car to drive off.
"No!" She stopped him, "I will not allow you to drive off drunk."
"Why the fuck does it matter?" He snapped at her, "It's all bullshit anyways."
"Steve, give me the fucking keys."
"No."
He opened the driver side door, but Jenna immediately slammed it shut before he could get a foot inside.
"I don't know what happened in that bathroom, but I do know that you are pissed off and drunk. No one should be driving like that. So, you have two options: let me drive you or you can stay here all night."
He stared blankly at her and finally caved, handing her the keys. Both of them got in the car with Steve still sipping on a beer.

"Stop that," Jenna snatched the beer from his hold, "Drinking won't solve your problems."
He huffed and started tearing up a bit.
"Hey, it's okay," Jenna patted his leg comfortingly as she thought through her words carefully, "You don't have to talk about what happened, but just know I'm always willing to listen."
He wiped his tears away and started to let it all pour out of him.
"She said everything's bullshit. We killed Barb and Nance and I are apparently just pretending to be in love. She thinks I'm in love with you, but I love her, so I don't know what her fucking problem is."
Jenna stared at the road, trying to not take what he said to heart.
He doesn't mean it, he's just drunk and angry. Even if he does... well, fuck me if he does.

"Just talk it out with her," Jenna advised with a slightly cracking voice, "I'm sure she didn't mean any of it."
"Drunk words are sober thoughts, aren't they? Hey, where are we going? We aren't even near my house!"
"I'm taking you to mine. I always hang out with Dustin after he's done Trick or Treating and I don't want to walk home from your place. Just because you got into a fight and are drunk doesn't mean you get to ruin my plans."
"This isn't gonna help me show Nancy that I'm not in love with you."
"Steve, I get you're upset, but you don't get the fucking right to ever take your anger out on me."
She pulled into her driveway, got out, and yoinked Steve in behind her. As she angrily pulled him inside, she heard the trash can start to rattle like it had the night before.
I don't have time for this shit right now, Mews.

She dragged him to her room and threw a pair of his pajamas at him.
"Go change. The bed's all yours for the night. I'll sleep on the couch because I cannot deal with you right now in the state that you're in."
He looked at her with confusion splayed on his face as she stormed back outside. While she was sitting on the front steps of her house, she saw the head light of Dustin's bike approaching.
"Hey, bud!" She waved to him, "How was Trick or Treating?"
"Great!" He exclaimed, "Max went with us and we got tons of candy."
"Sounds better than my night. What-"
Before Jenna could ask her brother any more questions, the trash can rattled once again, causing Dustin to cling himself to Jenna's side. She wrapped a protective arm around him before the two siblings walked over to the trash can.

"Mews?" Dustin called, just like the night prior, "Is that you?"
No response came other than another harsh rattle from the can.
"You look," Dustin whispered.
"No, you look, wimp," She whispered back.
Instead, they both slowly stepped closer to the can, still semi-hugging each other. They both took a deep breath as they grabbed ahold of the lid.
"One," Jenna gulped.
"Two," Dustin continued.
"Three!" They both yelled at the same time and opened the can to find a slug-like creature hiding underneath.
"Holy sh-"
Dustin quickly captured it in his Ghostbusters contraption that he made as Jenna stood there, staring blankly. She didn't like it, not one bit. Her body felt like it was being lit on fire once again and caused her head to feel like it was erupting. Suddenly, after she closed her eyes, all of the lights in the house blew out along with the power lines next to them sparking.
Shit...

Jenna regained her composure and the lights all flickered back on.
"What the fuck was that?" Dustin asked her.
"I don't know..." She innocently replied while wiping her nose and some tears she didn't realize had fallen.
The two went inside with Jenna narrowly missing her mother, unlike her unlucky brother who got caught in a conversation with her. Jenna snuck into her bedroom to check on Steve, who just sat on the edge of her bed hugging one of her stuffed animals to his chest.
"You're back," He quietly commented, squeezing her ducky stuffy even harder.
"Yeah, I am. Take some Ibuprofen, it's right next to you on the night stand."
He looked over and grabbed the bottle. He poured 3 in his hand and threw them back in his mouth. Jenna went over to her bed and grabbed 2 blankets along with a pillow.
"Whoa, Jen," Steve set the duck down, "I know you said you were gonna sleep on the couch, but I didn't think you were serious."
"Well, you're being a jackass, so yeah, I'm gonna sleep on the fucking couch."
Jenna walked out with her stuff and went to Dustin's room to check on him and the 'thing'.

"You're feeding it 3 Musketeers!?" She snapped at him as she watched him drop some into his turtle's tank, "AND you evicted Yertle!? What the fuck's wrong with you?"
"It's only temporary!" Dustin defended.
Jenna rolled her eyes and went over to examine the creature. It looked like a slug/pollywog/booger. It started wriggling underneath the heat of the lamp Dustin had overtop the tank.
"Too hot?" Dustin asked and turned off the lamp.
The creature seemed satisfied with the lack of heat and emerged to eat some of the 3 Musketeers.
"Alright, I'm out of here," Jenna threw her hands in the air, "Night, Dust."
"Goodnight, Jenna. Oh, how was the party?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."

Jenna started to set up a makeshift bed on her living room couch when Steve came out of hiding from her bedroom and sat next to her.
"Look, I'm sorry for being a drunk jackass," He sighed, "You don't have to sleep on the couch. We've shared a bed how many times? A lot. So, come on, Jen. Let's listen to the radio and fall asleep like normal."
Jenna thought about it and gave in.
"But, only because this couch is horrible to sleep on."

Steve smiled at her as they both went back to her bedroom. He turned on her radio, turned out the lights, and hopped into her bed right next to her. Jenna had fallen asleep quickly, only because Steve was there and she didn't feel the unease she would normally feel when she was by herself. Even though she was still heartbroken with what Steve had said in the car, he was still her comfort person and that would never change. Steve, on the other hand, laid for a little while just watching Jenna sleep. She was fairly relaxed—for the most part—except on occasion when her face would scrunch up in discomfort. At the same time, random electricity surges would hit the house. Besides that, Steve finally had a calm end to his night with his favorite person. He just laid there letting his thoughts wander as he stared at Jenna.
God, maybe Nancy's right. I- I do love her, but she's not Jenna. No one can be Jenna. What the fuck do I do about this now!?

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