𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 •☼• 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏 .1

𝟑𝟐. ❙𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭

❛ 𝑪𝑰𝑹𝑪𝑼𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲 ❜
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•☼.⭒✻❙ 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 ❙✻⭒.☼•

❝ 𝐰𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜. ❞

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𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫
𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔

❛ holding hands while the walls come tumbling down ❜

        𝐽𝐴𝐶𝑄𝑈𝐸𝐿𝐼𝐼𝑁𝐸 𝑁𝑂 𝐿𝑂𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅 𝑊𝐴𝑆 wearing her gloves, her hands pretty warm in the first place. She was in the living room with Lucas, Mike, Max, and Wesley, watching over them while the rest of the team was off protecting everyone's lives. Hopper had taken Eleven to close the gate while Joyce, Nancy, and Jonathan were taking Will to Hopper's cabin to burn the Mind Flayer out of him.

Jacqueline was busy struggling within the Byers' home. Her head was hurting a bit due to her sensitive hearing. Because of the echo and reverb of that room she spent years in, too much noise can harm her. It wasn't exactly loud, but after everything with the burning demogorgan, her head was just in a bit of pain.

Jacqueline was standing by everyone, fidgeting with the 'D' pendant on her necklace which stood for Darry from the Outsiders. She wasn't in the conversation the kids were having with Wesley, she was zoned out. Jacqueline was only there to make sure they were okay since they didn't want Jacqueline anywhere near the upside down. The Mind Flayer doesn't like her, she needed to stay far away.

Steve had taken Jacqueline's gloves and was washing them for her in the sink since there was some blood on them. She hadn't asked him to do this, Jacqueline planned to do it herself, but Steve did it anyway.

Dustin was in the kitchen with Steve, leaning his back against the counter next to the older boy, breaking the silence, "You know when we were walking on those train tracks earlier today? And I was talking to Jacqueline?"

"You can call her Jackie, if you want. She prefers it." Steve acknowledged, not looking up from his work.

"Okay, then when I was talking to Jackie, she told me something very interesting about you." Dustin taunted with a small smirk as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. He turned more to Steve, who had an expectant look on his face paired with a small smile, "She talked about me?"

"Wow, you're pathetic." Dustin insulted without an ounce of regret in his tone. Steve scrunched his face, slightly offended, before he looked back to what he was doing. He was still cleaning Jacqueline's gloves, the silent care he showed for her.