****STEVE'S POV****
Oh no... No no no. Fuck. Sydney is going to go on a actual fucking war path. AND MY DUMB ASS TAUGHT HER HOW TO DRIVE.
Panic fills my veins, my eyes feel like they are about to bulge out of my head, and tears cloud my vision as I stare up at the apologetic hairdresser.
I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING MY HIGHLIGHTS REDONE. NOT LOOK LIKE I'M WEARING A SHITTY HALLOWEEN WIG.
Syd doesn't even know I get highlights, my sweet unsuspecting maniac thinks this is au naturel, little does she know this is courtesy of the Hawkin's Salon.
How am I going to hide this?! I can't dye it back for 2 weeks or else I'll be bald. I can't figure out if she will be more upset if I show up lookin like a fucking scarecrow or showing up lookin like Mr. Clean.
"I am so sorry Mr. Harrington, I genuinely have no idea how this happened" The hairdresser apologizes, seeing my panic.
I LOOK LIKE I HAVE A SHIT TRAIL DOWN THE CENTER OF MY HAIR BECAUSE MY ROOTS ARE STILL BROWN.
"It's okay, I know you didn't mean for this to happen." I sigh, knowing the poor older lady is probably on the verge of a heart attack.
"I promise I won't charge you for today, and we can fix it in two weeks free of charge" She says, dropping her head in embarrassment
"Thank you Linda, seriously please don't feel bad, here please take this for today" I say handing her a $10 bill
"You are too sweet Mr.Harrington, they really broke the mold with you" She smiles taking the cap from around me
"Linda, it's Steve, Mr.Harrington is my dad, and we both know I'm nothing like my old man" I laugh, waving goodbye and walking up to the front desk to book my correction appointment.
I leave the salon, and race to my car grabbing my Hawkin's High baseball cap from under my seat to hide my unintentional makeover.
Syd is at a movie with Dustin before Hellfire, so I'm safe to go home, hopefully Lu is home and can help me figure out how I am going to make it unscathed for the next 2 weeks. That's 14 days. 336 hours. 20160 minutes. Fuck, trying to avoid my girlfriend for a day is almost impossible, let alone weeks. HOW AM I GONNA HIDE THIS FROM HER AT SCHOOL. That's it, I'm officially a dead man walking.
Sprinting into my house, slamming the door closed behind me, I sink onto the couch and drop my head into my hands, I am so royally fucked.
"LUCY! Downstairs... NOW!" I shriek
A stampede of footsteps fills the silent house, my eyes tracking where I can hear Lucy racing towards me.
"Stevie what is going on?!" Lucy exclaimed, rushing next to the couch in confusion.
"You need to help me figure out how to keep Syd from slaughtering me like a sacrificial lamb Luc... I'm fucking terrified" I whimper.
"From what?! Why would Syd want to-" I cut her off tearing off my cap, revealing my yellow hair
"HOW THE FUCK?!" Lucy yells, covering her mouth with her hand in an attempt to cover her eruption of laughter.
"There was a mishap at the salon, poor Linda feels horrible!" I huff, throwing my hat at the floor
"I think that part was pretty obvious, poor Linda she's probably locked herself in the bathroom in fear of being hunted for sport" Lucy giggles flopping down on the couch next to me.
"What are we going to do?!"
"WE?! I told you not to hide the fact they are highlights from her, but noooooooooo you didn't listen." She says as a wicked smile spreads across her face
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Every Bittersweet Step
FanfictionIt's Lucy Harrington's first day at Hawkins High. Word has already gone around the younger Harrington has arrived, given the name "Princess Harrington" Lucy is seen as a the golden child between the two having been given a scholarship to a Prestigio...
