To Love a Boy ☆ S. Harrington

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November 3, 1984

Magnolia was slightly confused but relieved when she heard the screech of tires in her driveway. Dustin had been gone for over thirty minutes and within that time Claudia had returned home. Obviously, having come back with no cat, the woman was sent further into her sadness and Magnolia had been comforting her the best she knew how; making dinner. She figured it would take one thing off her aunt's mind, but now she was stuck doing dishes. As she placed the last dish on the drying mat, she rushed out the front door to see what had taken Dustin so long.

She froze, however, when her eyes connected with a certain burgundy BMW.

The two boys focused their gaze on her when they heard the sound of the front door opening, but Magnolia was only glaring at Dustin. She didn't even want to address his companion.

"Are you kidding me?" Magnolia scoffed. "You were supposed to find someone that would help."

Steve Harrington opened his mouth to say something but didn't get the chance before Dustin interrupted him, "No one was home and he just happened to be there at the right time! He's all we have!"

Magnolia's eyes flickered to Steve now, "I swear to God, Harrington, you better not fuck this shit up."

"I stopped that thing from killing you last year," he scoffed.

"I could've–"

"Okay, we don't exactly have all day!" Dustin intervened.

Walking down the steps, Magnolia joined them as they began to walk towards the backyard. "Oh," the girl finally remembered, "you owe me big time by the way. Your mother is, now, even more crushed, and I had to comfort her. So, nice going," Magnolia said, sarcastically, and shoved Dustin's shoulder.

She knew that it wasn't directly his fault Mews died, but she wanted to teach him a lesson about being an idiot. How could he ever decide to keep a tiny Demogorgon?

The boy huffed and fixed his jacket, which she had barely pushed off his shoulder. "I'll figure it out," he muttered.

Rounding the corner of the house, Steve shined the flashlight on the chained-up, red cellar doors. The three stood there for a moment staring at it.

"I don't hear shit," Steve shook his head.

"He's in there," Dustin reassured.

"What? You don't believe us?" Magnolia scoffed.

Steve shrugged his shoulders, then gave the doors a light tap with his bat. After more silence, he hit it even harder. "Alright, listen, kid. I swear if this is some Halloween prank," Steve turned to Dustin, shining the flashlight right in his face, "you're dead."