Don't call me your ex,
Cause I never met you.
Steve Harrington plays a wicked game with Aurora Smith's heart. When Tommy makes a bargain that King Steve can't refuse, his sole purpose becomes stealing Aur...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
A -'✮'- S
Three girls walk with a now-empty picnic basket along the sidewalk. Someone along the way has a radio sitting in their windowsill, a faint tune that plays the sound of Billy Idol, almost drowned out by the sound of flip flops smacking against the ground. Blonde, ginger and brunette stand in line, their steps aligned, though the shortest of the three has to walk a little quicker to keep up with her best friends. It's a hot day in Indiana, a record high, and they'd already done all that they could bare to do in the heatwave; a little picnic in a field that got far too hot too quickly. Now they bask in the passing shade of the trees around them, giggling and gossiping as though there has been no time apart.
"No! Barb, we didn't do it, it was just like... making out, and, I don't know... he was on top of me, kind of moving." The blonde girl cringes at how childish it all sounds. She shouldn't, the girls to the side of her don't care. they just want to know, want an answer for her recent absence. Nancy and Barb are two of the least judgemental people she knows -- definitely a whole lot less that Tommy. H and Carol, who in the past week she has spent one too many days hanging out with. They'd been to Steve's house, the boys drinking beers out by the pool whilst Carol insisted on showing Rory how to apply all the new makeup Steve had gifted her. She had walked outside with shimmering eyelids and an apprehensive smile against her glossy lips. Steve had stared at her like she hung the moon and stars, picked her up and twirled her around as Tommy "lovingly" pushed Carol into the pool. She can't deny — it did make her feel prettier, like she fit in.
Her mind calls back to the moment that she sat on the countertop in Steve's en suite, eyes shut as Carol dusted the powder over her face.
"I feel stupid." She can remember mumbling, lips twitching upwards at the tickle of the brush. The words came out with a little laugh, a moment of girlhood that before now, she had failed to experience with Carol.
"What?" Carol had laughed, pushing her hair off her freckled shoulder. "Everyone feels stupid. Who cares?"
It was that moment that had Aurora by surprise, and she opened her eyes as Carol moved away. Carol smells like cherries, fresh and sweet, perhaps a complete juxtaposition to the way that she acted around school. On her own with Rory, she'd been nothing but kind.
"Do you?"
"Hm?" Carol hummed as she had searched for the blusher in the bag from Sally's.
"Do you feel stupid?" The blonde girl mumbled back, watching ardently and twiddling at the purity ring on her finger. It was a moment she couldn't pass up, to understand these enigmas better.
"I mean... I did." Carol looked up at the girl on the counter, took in her sheepish demeanour, her intense listening, aurora looked at her as though her words really mattered, as though she really saw the auburn haired girl. Carol had shrugged, smiling lightly. "And then I just chose not to feel stupid."
