𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦
☼
❘ ❙ ❚ ❚ . .in which he refuses to
admit that he's fallen in love
with a girl no one's ever noticed
or
steve and the girl with scars along
her ski...
❛ i don't care if monday's blue, tuesday's gray and wednesday too ❜
𝑆𝐼𝑁𝐶𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑀𝑂𝐺𝑂𝑅𝐺𝐴𝑁𝑆 𝑊𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑁'𝑇 after the group anymore but were headed somewhere new, Steve, Jacqueline, Wesley, Max, Dustin, and Lucas all wanted to know where it was they were going. They were still walking along the train tracks where they figured might lead somewhere since they too saw the demogorgans run in this direction.
Steve and Jacqueline were in front of the group, leading the charge. Wesley was behind the three kids, making sure that they didn't get distracted and actually stayed on the path. Steve and Jacqueline weren't really listening to the conversation happening behind them. Instead, Steve was really focused on the ginger girl, who continued to fidget with her hands. He assumed that they were burning or sore, which only worried him.
"Are you okay?" When Jacqueline looked up at Steve, he motioned to her hands. Jacqueline simply brushed it off. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Steve had a knowing look on his face, aware that she was lying to him. There was something wrong. It was shocking how well he could read her facial expressions. Even though her hands were a little hot, Jacqueline didn't want him too concerned or overly worried. So, she reassured, "I'm okay. I promise."
"There's gloves for you in my bag if you need them." Steve informed, motioning to the bag on his back. Jacqueline let a small smile form. They were the simplest gift, but were by far the most thoughtful. Jacqueline cherished those knitted treasures from Steve, especially since she's the only one that appreciates his talent. Knowing he had made another pair made her feel loved.
"You're positive that was Dart?" The two teenagers had tuned back into the conversation, now aware that Lucas was quite skeptical of this entire situation, but who wouldn't be? It was a shock that Max was still hanging around, but they knew she didn't have much better to do.
"Yes. He had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt." Dustin expressed. Max, who still was having a hard time grasping all of this, was trying to be as rational as possible, but it was difficult when she saw Jacqueline shoot fire from her hands. "He was tiny two days ago."
