Miss Americana and the heartbreak prince | Steve. H

eight: are we out of the woods?

Dylan could come up with at least 10 ways this plan would go wrong.

But that didn't cause the girl to falter as she hopped out of the car ,once Jonathon had pulled up at the Byers house, along with the two of them to grab the monster hunting supplies.

The plan was to kill it. It sounded so easy when Dylan had said it but as the trio marched into the house with that one thing on their minds, she couldn't help but fear for their lives.

They quickly set everything into motion. They hung the Christmas lights all over the ceiling, Jonathan was in charge of the whole yoyo mechanism, Nancy was pouring gasoline all over the floors and Dylan was refilling the bullet in the shogun and laying out their weapons.

Dylan's bow sat on the coffee table, her quiver was full of new carbon arrows she stole from Hopper's office.

The trio let out tired breaths when they finally finished setting up the giant bear trap, the last part of the whole trap.

They quickly made their way back to the living room, Jonathan handing each of them a knife. They stood in a circle, holding the blades to their palms as they mentally prepared themselves.

"Remember..." Jonathan started.

"Straight into Will's room- " Nancy nodded.

"Don't step on the trap," Dylan said.

"Wait for the yo-yo to move-"

"Then..." Jonathan lit the lighter and the girls nodded.

"Alright. Ready?" Jonathan asked the girls, gesturing at their palms. The girls nodded.

"Ready."

"On three. One... two...you two dont have to do this-"

"Jonathon stop talking," Dylan muttered as they all sliced their palms open.

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Dylan stared at her bandaged hand dazedly as she sat on the armchair beside the couch, where Nancy and Jonathan sat.

Nancy and Jonathan were in what seemed an intimate conversation, so Dylan decided to give them some space. The girl's eyes roamed her hand, her thumb tracing the white bandage.

This was so fucking stupid. It was a horrible plan with too many ways it could go wrong, and it wasn't like they had a plan B other than run. Dylan regretted not writing letters to everyone she loved, just in case.

She should've hugged Dustin one last time, told her mother she loved her and driven around in Hopper's car one last time.

She should have given Steve and her one last chance.

"Hey Dyl, can I ask you something?" Nancy's voice snapped Dylan out of her trance The Henderson turned to face her friends, nodding.

"Yeah of course."

"Seeming as this may be our last day alive, I was wondering... what exactly happened between you and Steve?" Nancy frowned softly.

Speak of the devil.

Dylan's expression morphed into one of nostalgia, hurt, sadness, and if you looked closer, longing.

"I don't want this to get in the way of you and Steve okay? He makes you happy and I- I don't want to ruin that for you." Dylan said softly, Nancy nodded.

"I won't let it."

Dylan shot Jonathon a quick look, and the boy just nodded in reassurance.

"It was my freshmen year, Steve was a sophomore. We had been friends since we were three, friends through preschool and middle school. He knew me better than anyone else in my life, and I did him. We told each other everything and were there for each other when no one else was. I think he was probably the most important person in my life excluding my family.