Miss Americana and the heartbreak prince | Steve. H

seven: the bathtub

As Dylan, Jonathan, and Nancy waited for Hopper and Joyce to arrive, they knew they were fucked.

The teens were brought to the Sheriff station where they waited for Hopper. Jonathan was seated at the desk in handcuffs as Nancy went to grab some ice for him.

Dylan leaned against the bookshelf across from the desk, arms crossed as Nancy sat down to help ice Jonathon's wound.

The girls watched as her two best friends talk softly to each other, as they kept sneaking glances when the other wasn't looking. Dylan smiled to herself, they were adorable.

The trio lifted their heads when Joyce's voice was heard.

"Hey! Jonathan? Jesus- what happened?" Joyce frowned as Hopper and she marched over to where the teens were.

Hopper came to a stop in front of Dylan, the girl looked up at the man as he gave her shoulder a squeeze.

"You're okay, right? You didn't get hurt?" Hopper frowned softly, Dylan shook her head with a small smile.

"Im okay Hop."

"Maam-"

"Why is he wearing handcuffs?" Joyce demanded as Dylan and Hopper went to stand beside her.

"Well, your boy assaulted a police officer that's why." The officer explained but Joyce didn't give two shits.

"Take them off."

"Im afraid I cannot do that-"

"Take them off!" Joyce yelled.

"You heard her, take em off," Hopper demanded.

"Cheif I know everyone's emotional here but...there's something you need to see." The other officer spoke up.

Dylan was instructed to sit down next to the teens and wait as Hopper and the other two deputies went to retrieve the things from the car.

Hopper set down the box of all their "monster hunting" weapons on the table, including Dylan's bow and arrows.

"What is this?" Joyce frowned in horror and she dug through the box.

"Ask your son, We found it in his car," Hopper said as he shot Dylan a look. Dylan looked away stubbornly.

"Why are you going through my car." Jonathan scowled.

"Is that the question you should be asking right now? I wanna see you in my office." Hopper said sternly as he turned to walk away.

"You won't believe me," Jonathan argued.

"Try me."

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Jonathan sat between Dylan and Nancy on the couch in Hopper's office. Joyce sat on the chair across from there and Hopper leaned against the table as he stared at the photo Jonathon took that night at Steve's.

"You say blood draws this thing?" Hopper asks slowly.

"We don't know," Jonathan said.

"It's just a theory." Dylan spared a glance at Hopper, the man glanced back at the photo as Joyce looked between her son and Dylan with a frown.

While Joyce pulled Jonathon outside to talk, Nancy walked out to grab a drink, and that left Dylan and Hopper in the office.

The two of them were silent. Dylan didn't want to talk about it and Hopper felt like he was going to scream.

"You didn't tell me about all this," Hopper said, Dylan looked up at the man and scoffed.

"Hopper would you have honestly believed anything I said." Dylan raised a brow, Hopper shook his head.