Halley's comet | Steve Harrington

ii. xxvii. Asbest-oh no

"𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏."

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Steve freaking the fuck out was what finally brought Halley back into her current circumstances. She shot forward with gasp, only to find herself smooshed in the back seat of Billy Hargrove's car with three other bodies beside her.

It took her a moment to regain full comprehension of her surroundings. She had been propped up against Steve, their limbs a mess as the kids had tried to tetris the two of them into the back. Mike and Dustin sat on either side of them, looking as normal as ever as they fought over how Mike had "known that Steve would freak out".

Halley was still trying to process everything when a voice in front of her shouted, "Everybody, shut up! I'm trying to focus!" And she suddenly understood how the only two legal drivers were in the back of a moving vehicle: Max was at the wheel.

Suddenly, Steve's major freak out was making sense.

"Oh my God," She said, feeling her stomach drop as Lucas yelled at Max to make a left and the redhead careened the car around the corner so fast Halley thought for a moment they were going to flip. "Slow down," She tried to say, not realizing Steve had made the same request moments prior to no avail.

The image of Will's sunken face stuck in the back of her mind as she pushed herself forward, sticking her head in between the two front seats. Steve was in no position to put up a real fight— not after the one he had so brutally lost.

She tried not to think of the eerie eyes, and the grotesque look of what she refused to believe was her brother, and tried to focus on the twelve year old driving the car.

"What the fuck," She said, far less authoritative than she had wanted. She sounded almost childish. "Lucas what—" she didn't get to finish as the car halted at a speed that shouldn't be possible in the middle of a field. The sudden momentum shift sent her forward, and she nearly flew into the windshield, just barely catching herself on the head unit of the car. The radio and volume dials digging into her palms.

The kids showered Max with sounds of admiration at her driving. "I told you, Zoomer." Halley barely registered Max's words as she tried to recover from the horrendous, death defying ride they had just been on. She pushed herself off the radio, massaging the indents from the impact away.

There was barely time to recover before the preteens were jumping into action, leaving Halley and Steve to both hobble out of the car.

"Oh no. Where do you think you're going?" Steve said, mustering up all his strength to sound 'in charge'. He was leaning against the open door of the Camaro, and looked about ready to collapse. He was in no state to be in charge. "Hello? Are you deaf?" The kids continued to work around him, while Halley watched in a stupor, "I made myself clear, we are not going down there." Mike walked past them with what looked like gasoline, and a scarf wrapped around his mouth with safety goggles tight against his eyes. "Hey, there is no chance we are going to that hole, all right?" Max and Lucas were the next to follow, carrying their own weapons and gear. Steve attempted to stop Dustin, but Halley followed the duo over to where Mike had begun to feed rope into a giant hole.