Dancing with Myself {Billy x OC x Steve}

two

We got to the pumpkin patch a few minutes later. It was on the edge of Hawkins where the farmland stretched on into the woods.

Jonathan parked the car and we got out.

Immediately a bad smell hit my nose and my face scrunched up.

"Howdy there!" Old man McCorkle hobbled out of his house, waving to us with his free hand.

"Good afternoon sir," Jonathan greeted. I waved, smiling at the man.

"I'm really sorry kids but I don't have any more pumpkins," Mr. McCorkle apologized. "Woke up this morning and they was all black and rotted. Never seen anything like it before."

He pointed to the patch a few paces in front of us. Jonathan and I looked at each other, walking to the patch, where the smell got stronger.

I bent down and looked at a pumpkin. It looked like someone had smashed it in but the tips were black like rot. I felt a shiver go down my arms.

"You kids know I'm never one to promote competition but you can always try Merril down the road. See if he's had any luck," Mr. McCorkle sighed.

"That's alright," I replied. "We can always stop by the county farmers market. We wouldn't want to help the competition." I smiled at the old man.

"I wish you could have seen these beauties yesterday. They were real prize winners," The farmer smiled at Jon and I.

"Well sir, we wish you the best. Let us know if you ever need anything," Jonathan told him.

"You kids are too good to me," McCorkle laughed.

"Have a good day!"

I waved as we got back in Jon's car.

We pulled out of the farm and back onto paved roads.

"Well that was wild," Jonathan said.

"I didn't like the way those pumpkins looked," I answered honestly.

"Well, like you said, we can always try the farmers market. I could pick up some winter squash while we're there."

I nodded. "Can we also stop by the convenience store please? I totally forgot that I needed a new set of crochet hooks. Dustin used mine to build a model rocket."

"Sure. We can stop by and say hi to my mom while we're there. She loves those cookies your mom makes."

We kept on talking, mostly about our brothers and their last campaign.

The conversation took a turn when I saw some familiar faces leave the movie theater.

Jon saw them too and we both went quiet.

Out of the many deep conversations that Jonathan and I have, Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington were the topic of some of our longest night time talks.

Between Jon and I, we were seemingly hopeless.

Not only were we both shy introverts at school, but we also had no desire to hurt anyone. Well, most of the time anyway.

Jonathan had been crushing on Nancy for as long as he could remember. The only thing tying them together was Mike and Will.

And I had begrudgingly accepted that I had a crush on Steve Harrington since the second grade. I stopped liking him in middle school but last year, after the whole Demogorgon in a bear trap incident, he had been the sun in my solar system.

I hated him because I didn't want these feelings. I was happy for Nancy. She seemed happy after everything that happened and I was happy for her.

"Don't think about them Diana," Jonathan said softly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry," I mumbled, feeling my face warm up.