Angelica "Freak Two" Munson

Chapter 62

3 months later...

Angie pulls her bike up to the front porch of the Harrington house, leaning it against the railing.

She twists the house key that Steve gifted her into the lock before lightly pushing the door open, "Steve?" She calls, placing her key onto a hook.

When she doesn't receive a response, she checks to make sure she actually saw his car in the driveway.

Angie catches sight of it and is even more perplexed until she feels two warm arms pulling her into an embrace. She jumps back– her first instinct to fight– but she catches a whiff of Steve's cologne and relaxes instantly.

She turns to face him with a smile, "Hey,"

His arms lay comfortably across her waist, "Hey,"

She gazes at his lips before speaking, "How'd it go? Did you get the job?"

"I did– It definitely took some convincing, though." He shrugs, "Keith really doesn't like me."

"I wonder why." She jokes.

Steve turns to retort when he spots her playful smile. He can't help but match her expression, "How about you? Did everything go alright at the Byers?"

"Yeah, I think so." She shrugs, going quiet.

Steve questions her with his gaze, noticing her silence.

She sighs, "I just can't imagine what they must be going through. How would you feel if your whole life got packed up in one day as if it was never there to begin with? Next week, there will be a new family there, and it'll be like all the stuff we went through never happened– I'll probably never step foot in that house ever again." She rambles, zoning in on the issue.

Steve gently pushes her chin up so she'll match his gaze, "Hey, this will all turn out to be a good thing. Maybe we'll finally get some closure, you know?"

"I just can't really process all of it, I guess." She admits sheepishly.

"Well, we can figure it out together." He places his hand across the back of her neck, pulling her to his lips to seal her mouth in a kiss.

Angie grins, pulling away gently.

"How is Max doing with all of this?" He questions, changing the subject.

"I'm not really sure." She admits, perplexed, "I mean, she seems fine. She was joking around and singing, but... she seemed a little too fine, you know?"

"Yeah," He drifts closer to her, placing his chin on her forehead, "I'm worried about her."

"Me too." Angie sighs, "and I still don't know when to tell her about Billy. It just never seems like the right time."

"I wouldn't stress about it just yet." Steve runs a comforting hand through her soft curls, "I think that you'll know when it's the right time."

"But how will I know?" She whines softly, "I'm too scared to even approach her right now, let alone tell her that Billy was my brother too. I just... I don't want her to close herself off– I want to connect with her before it's too late."

"Look," He grabs her cheeks firmly, "I have full belief that you'll know when to tell her. Sometimes, you just have to trust your gut feeling."

She nods, eyes glossed with tears.

He kisses her forehead softly as he removes his hands from her face, "Why don't we call it a day, huh?" He grasps her hand, leading her to the stairs, "I think it's been long for both of us... How about we make some popcorn and start a movie? Sound good?"