𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙥! 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙤𝙣

SCENE EIGHT. steve harrington makes a pie

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thee kitchen is slightly warm as steve turns on the radio. inserting the disk inside. the sound of the disk spinning is faintly heard as the oven warms. his arms wrap around her as she measures the flour and sugar. she knows not to use too much due to the lack of supplies the town already has. her eyes scan the page of the recipe.

"steve. i don't even know if i have nutmeg. can't i just bake a cake or something?" she questions as he presses a kiss to her temple. he hums softly.

"it's my grandads recipe. trust me, the pie along could knock the turnbows out it's that good." he laughs softly. the familair tune of one of cyndi lauper's pop tunes. she looks to him, a small smile on her face as she looks at him. hos hair messy on top his head. his brown jacket slung over the chair she once fell asleep in many times before. her current favourite movie plays on the tv. slight static every now and again. the red car on the screen driving through the coastal town of santa carla. she grins to steve, plants a large kiss on his cheek as she notices that he put The Lost Boys on.

"i can't understand why you have the hots for him. i'm certainly more handsome." he stats as micheal emerson appears on the screen on his red motorbike. she sighs slightly before turning in his arms.

"that you are mr harrington. " she grins. bringing her lips to his as his arms tighten around her. her hand resting on tge back of his head. lightly playing with his brown hair. and her mind wanders as she mixes the now wet pie mixture in the bowl. she thinks of her brother, who she was now the age of when he died. drowning in that river. she thinks of el and max, el traversing through the upside down and max who lay ecer so still on that hospital bed. and she wonders if life will ever just be normal. no more fighting other dimensional monsters. she dreams for a moment, getting lost in her thoughts. she dreams of what their life would be. she images the little fluffy haired kids. would they be brunette like steve or blondes like her? what would they be named? would she name them after people they lose or after favourite things like characters or flowers? steve shakes the bottle of pills infront of her face which brings her back to reality.

"how many did robin say to crush into the pie mixture?" he questions as he reads the label. 

"I thibk it was like 6? half a bottle?" she replied shrugging her shoulders. he huffed and tipped the contents of the bottle into his hand. the 12 pills in his palm. he counts them carefully. placing the into the bowl as she stares the custard filling. warcging as he tips the rest back into the pill bottle then back into his jeans pocket. she secretly knows they'll join the main ways in which he uses to actually try and get some sleep at night. it's hard for them to sleep, the constant overwhelming fear that something might happen at any given time. the dread that fills their bodies as they may be unable to react in time. every thought at night sets her blood cold as she can never decide if its her own mind or if its him in her mind again. it's torture. she finds herself worried during if sleep comes naturally to any of the group. or does everyone struggle with the same problems as these two. she watches him carefully as he crushed the pills using the back of a spoon. gently smashing them till they were as crushed as he could get them. they weren't perfectly crushed into a power but it will have to do. they're running out of time. she scoops the custard into the crust, smoothing it out as steve watches her intensely. almost as if he's taking in this image of her 'cooking'. he offers to shake the nutmeg over the custard as she sets the timer on the old alarm clock. thankfully the timeframe was only 40 something minutes for waiting. the radio phone buzzes to her left. it makes that awful static noise before lucas's voice sparks through.

"erica's ready when you are. how's the pie?"

"nearly ready, just waiting to set." she replies. looking over to steve who's fixing his hair in the reflection of the toaster.

"well, steve harrington made a pie." she hears lucas reply as her eyes return to the tv. she can imagine the grin on lucas face as he said that. and she finds a smile lifting onto her face as she watched the movie whilst they wait.