City & Sunglasses // A Steve Harrington Fanfic

Part I

Monday, October 29th

I stared out the window, watching the rain patter on the car window. I leaned my head on my hand and had my right hand on my leg. I bounced it up and down because I was nervous about moving into my dad's new town.

"Hey. You're going to be fine. Hawkins is a great town and with Scott being there, you'll be fine. He loves you," my mother broke the silence.

"He has a new girlfriend and he's a teacher. He's going to embarrass me in front of everyone!"

"No, he's not. Scott's not like that,"

"Are you sure Mom? My seventh birthday party. He made everything about science and everyone made fun of me but enjoyed him," I muttered, looking over at my mom.

"Okay, minus that,"

"And making my room pink when I was fifteen. He came to visit! And somehow he painted my whole room pink without your knowledge!"

"Okay..."

"Dad's just going to make everyone laugh at me and I'm going to be an outcast all because of him,"

"Well, put on a fake face because we're here. And it was your choice to move to Hawkins so... it's kind of your fault. You begged us to let you live here, so, good luck,"

I scoffed at my mother's remark even though it was kind of true. I stared at the neighborhood that my mom was driving in. My mom pulled into my dad's driveway. He was waiting for us. It had been a while since I'd seen him, but he looked exactly the same.

Scott Clarke. My father.

My mom parked and I stepped out. The light rain hit my head and started soaking my hair. I pulled my jacket close to my body and tried my best to stay warm.

"Avery! You're finally here!" he shouted, running up to me and hugging me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me around. I let out a small laugh and he set me down. He smiled his huge smile and glanced at my mother.

My parents hadn't seen each other in a long time. Ever since I and my mother moved to New York when I was young. He would visit sometimes, but every time, I was more annoyed by him.

"Hi, Julia. Long time no see,"

"Hi Scott,"

"Dad, is my room ready?" I asked, opening the backdoor.

"Hi, Avery!"

"Hi, Dad,"

"The second floor, on the right," my dad smiled.

I grabbed my suitcase and my backpack. I shut the door and looked at Scott. My Mom and Dad were both staring at each other, like before. Before they had gotten a divorce. Before they had me. Like I wasn't even there.

"Umm, would you like to come in?" Scott asked, waving towards his house.

"Well, I was planning on getting back home tonight but..."

"Come on Julia. Please, on family dinner," my Dad begged.

"One dinner. That's all," Julia sighed.

I grabbed my suitcase and backpack and headed inside. I opened the door and almost stumbled over the junk in my Dad's house. I couldn't hold it against him. He was a middle school teacher after all. I headed to the stairs and dragged my suitcase behind me. I turned to my right and pushed my new room open.

"Son of a bitch..." I muttered.

My new room was painted a light pink, with a bed covered in pink sheets. The whole room was pink. Again. I tossed my suitcase onto the bed and opened it. I began unpacking and setting up my room. I had to ignore all the pink, but it was kind of difficult.

I opened my backpack and grabbed my Walkman. I put my headphones on and began listening to my music. It was my one escape. The one piece of advice I took from my therapist. Minus my journaling.

I started to dance around my new room as I began unpacking. I was so busy listening to my music when I jumped.

"Dad!" I shouted, removing my headphones.

"You're a good dancer,"

"Why are you here?"

"Just wanted to see how you like your new room,"

"It's pink. Very pink," I commented, with a groan that was detectable.

"Yeah. I redid the room for you. I hope you like it,"

"Listen, Dad. I was wondering. If maybe, we could go to school... you know, we could go separate?" I asked, sitting on my bed.

"Well, we could just go early, would that work? Because we don't have any other car unless you want to walk"

"Umm. I might walk?"

"Oh. Okay. By the way, there were some kids I wanted you to meet. Tomorrow of course! It's too late tonight"

"I'll just have dinner in my room tonight," I muttered, taking this conversation in a different direction.

"Oh. Okay, well, me and your mom are going to have dinner downstairs. I'll bring it up to you when it's hot,"

My dad left the room, and I shut the door. I sat on my bed and pulled a picture frame out of my backpack. It was of my friends and me at the fair. One of my favorite places in New York. I stared at the ceiling, before standing up. I began looking around and found what I was looking for. A phone. At least my dad had been thoughtful enough to get me a phone. I pulled it close to me and dialed one of my friend's numbers.

"Becky? You there? Hello...Becky?"

"Avery! You called! Finally, I've been waiting for you to call. We all miss you! Zoe and the boys"

"The boys? The boys miss me?

"Yes. yes, they do,"

"Sorry, I haven't called. I just unpacked everything and I'm stuck here. With my dad. I kind of regret my decision to move here,"

"That sucks. It sucks. Isn't your dad a teacher?"

"Yeah,"

"And don't you have to go to the same school as him?"

"Yep. No friends. But a dad as a teacher. This is going to suck. Plus he painted my whole room pink!"

"Don't you hate pink? He should know that,"

"Well, he doesn't. So now I have a pink room! He doesn't know me like he used to,"

Becky and I talked for a long time, and my dad dropped my dinner off. I hardly ate anything, and Becky had to hang up, so I just stared at the ceiling.

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