𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (Steve Harrington x fem!OC)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒

The next morning, I was awoken by a loud phone ringing in the living room. I trudged out of bed to see who it was, and I glanced at the clock. 7:30, thank god that woke me up in time.

"Hello?"

"H-Hi, honey. This is Joyce."

"Oh, hi Mrs. Byers. It's pretty early, can I help you?"

"I was just wondering if you saw Will this morning. Maybe he spent the night and forgot to tell me or Jonathan?"

"Well, I saw him last night at the Wheelers, but that was the last time I saw him. I'm sorry, Mrs. Byers, maybe he's still at Mike's?"

"Yeah, okay, sweetie. I'll call Karen."

"Mrs. Byers?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Uh, please keep me updated. Tell me when you find him." 

"Sure, honey. Buh-bye."

"Bye, Mrs. Byers." I scrunched my face up in confusion and worry. After taking a few deep breaths, I went and got dressed. I threw a baggy navy and grey sweater overhead and put on some jeans. I brushed my hair into a half-up half-down style, and accessorized with various rings and necklaces. I waltzed into the kitchen, finding my dad asleep on the couch with the news on, per usual. I gently woke him up and made waffles. Throwing on my beat-up converse, I sit and wait in the car for my dad to join me. Once he does, I buckle my seat belt, and pat my legs to the rhythm of the song playing from my walkman.

"Thanks, bye Dad." I say to him with I slight smile, but still not leaving the car.

"Bye, kid." He replied stoically.

"I love you, Dad." I glared expectantly. After a moment, he glanced over and realized I wanted a reply.

"Love you too, kiddo." He patted my shoulder, and I smiled before getting out. I know he loves me, he just has a lot of trouble showing it.

I enter the doors of the school and see Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins whispering. They glare over at me, and I roll my eyes. 

"What are you looking at? Must be pretty bitchin'." I ask sarcastically, as if something really cool was behind me. Carol stuck up her middle finger at me and her and Tommy walked away. I notice my friends, Nancy Wheeler and Barbara Holland talking. I run up to them and tap Nancy on the shoulder, before clinging to her side and leaning over.

"So? Did he call?" I say without a tone. Yes, I knew Nancy had a thing for him. Did I have an issue with it. Hell yes. But was I gonna be all rude and not be happy for her. I guess.

"Shhh!" Nancy shushed. 

"Did he?" Barb pressed on quietly.

"I told you, it's not like that. Okay, I mean, yes, he likes me, but not like that. We just made out a couple times." She answers us and our eyes widen. Making out? Ew. I snort in laughter and look at her again.

"We just... made out a couple times." I say in a ditsy tone, mocking her.

"Nance, seriously. You're gonna be so cool now it's ridiculous!" Barb says as I mood my head slowly at Nancy, who furrows her brows. 

"I am not, guys!" She says. That annoys me a bit, when she acts like we're stupid because we are looking out for her, but I can't complain. She's a pretty good friend, and I need to stop caring about whether I like her decisions and more on if she's happy.

"We're just saying- you better still hang out with us. I mean, if you start hanging out with Tommy H or Carol-" I interrupt Barb with a gag, pointing at my throat.