Basic Instinct [stranger things]

48. Mystery Girlfriends

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
MYSTERY GIRLFRIENDS

Kimmy was supposed to arrive at the Harrington household early the next morning so she and Aaron could walk up to Dustin's to surprise the boy who was arriving home from camp that day.

Aaron was crouched on the couch in the living room, looking out the window as he waited for the girl to arrive nervously. Truthfully the boy was concerned that she wasn't coming anymore, she was now ten minutes late, and she was never late.

Steve scoffed from where he stood in the kitchen as he watched Aaron place his hands to the window and around his eyes so he could see better.

"This is a new extreme, Aaron." The older boy shook his head when he walked into the living room and sat down next to where Aaron was crouching on the couch. "You're waiting at the window for her now? Come on, you're not a dog."

"Shut up." Aaron retorted, not bothering to look at his brother as he waited expectantly for the girl. "I can wait at the window if I want, I have nothing better to do."

"Yeah," Steve scoffed, pausing as he took a spoonful of his cereal before talking again. "That much is obvious."

"Steve, how much times do I have to tell you?" Aaron sighed frustratedly, turning away from the window to face his brother. "Do not eat food anywhere but the kitchen, you will spill it and I don't want to clean it!"

Steve rolled his eyes, still not making any effort to move. "Don't be so dramatic, why would you have to clean it up?"

"Are you being serious right now?" Aaron asked his brother, a look of disbelief on his face. "Look me in the eye right now and tell me you would clean it up yourself."

Steve scrunched his face up in thought, shrugging his shoulders after a moment. "No, probably not."

"Exactly." Aaron sighed, placing a hand to cover his eyes in slight frustration. "So please get off the couch when you're eating that-"

The doorbell ringing cut the boy off, Aaron standing from the couch so abruptly that he fell over and tripped on his feet, Steve laughing from his spot still on the couch.

Aaron stood and rushed to the door, waiting for a moment so it didn't look like he'd been waiting for her to arrive like he had been.

The blond tried to fix his hair that had gone slightly scuffed when he'd fallen, Aaron smoothing his hands over his hair and running a hand through it to try fix it. Aaron stepped back and looked to Steve.

"Does my hair look fine?" The boy whispered, pointing to his hair as he spoke.

Steve rolled his eyes and nodded. "You look fine, Aaron."

"Okay," Aaron whispered nervously, turning back around to the door and trying to regain his composure.

Kimmy was stood on the other side of the door, sticking her hands into the pockets of her shorts and smiling to the boy.

For the first time Aaron thought forever, the girl had her hair tied back into two low, loose ponytails. Aaron had only ever seen the girl with her hair down or in two loose braids.

"Hi." Kimmy nodded hesitantly after a moment of silence, clearly no sure what to do. "What time are we going to Dustin's?"

"Soon." Aaron replied, motioning for the girl to come into the house. "Steve said he'll drive us on his way to work. Hopefully we don't pass anyone we know, he'll be wearing that god awful uniform-"