Sunflower || Steve Harrington

Rosemary

ROSEMARY:
Remembrance, Love, Mourning

Ever since that night, everything had changed, and it wasn't just in Hawkins. All of the United States were becoming aware of the events occurring inside of their small town in Indiana; the news coverage made sure of it. They had a reputation now, and it wasn't exactly good.

     In the lead up to Christmas, the amount of news vans which had infiltrated their homes was beyond anything they had expected. Kit Rogers had already called the cops three times for trespassing: his family deserved as much privacy as anyone, and in all honesty, Bowie was glad for it. The less eyes on him, the better.

     His brothers had come home for a short while, though they didn't exactly want to be there. Cathy wanted them both there for Barbara Holland's funeral. After her body was found, she was finally able to have the send off she deserved.

    Bowie still didn't like her. That much he was certain off. He didn't like Nancy either, not after what happened with Steve. However, since he was there that night, he felt like he owed her something.

He even managed to have a few dinners with his biological parents. Francis and Joan seemed like lovely people, and as they shared their side of the story, he began to understand a little more why they did what they did. Bowie couldn't forgive them just yet, even if they didn't mean to let him go. It still resulted in the mark on his arm.

Eventually, things seemed to come to a natural lull in their temporary fame, and Bowie didn't have to sneak around anymore. As soon as his brothers returned back to their homes, his parents became stuck into their work again. Bowie could leave the house without fear of being questioned as to why.

Steve's family was never home. It was only his mother and father, and neither of them care for him to greatly. He had the greatest home in Hawkins all to himself... well, himself and Bowie.

When the Rogers boy didn't fancy being all alone, he chose Steve's as the next best place to be. Although, it did always seem to end up the same way. Steve's lips were soft and far too addictive. Bowie didn't see why they should go to waste, because if he wasn't using them, no one else was.

They seemed to be picked up for babysitting too... mainly by Joyce for Will whenever Jonathan and Nancy were busy. He didn't mind really. Bowie sensed a kindred spirit in him. He was lost, and he hadn't been himself for almost two years. Really, he deserved some fun, and Bowie didn't mind playing D&D with him if it made him happy.

When Christmas eventually came, Bowie and Steve decided that they would help look after Dustin before the Middle School dance. They were sure Nancy was chaperoning, so they didn't want to stay too long, but they helped him get ready. By the time they were done with him, he looked like the sixties had barfed all over him... he looked like a teddy boy.

Bowie lay in the back of the car, and listened to the Queen tracks playing through the air. Dustin was sat in the passenger seat, shaking slightly. He was more inclined to let Steve deal with it. He'd never been a big brother before, and he was more harsh anyway.

     "Alright, buddy. Here we are." Steve sighed as he parked the car on the sidewalk. "So, remember, once you get in there..."

  "Pretend like I don't care." He responded, confidently.

  Like a wise mentor, Harrington grinned. "You don't care."