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"you're so vain, you probably think this song is about you"
Katarina Henderson knows many things, but there's something she just can't figure out...what Nancy Wheeler sees in Steve Harrington
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
two teens hate ea...
"heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me" -sweet jane, cowboy junkies
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MAY 27, 1989
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ The air in Hawkins was different. Much different than Kat remembered.
It had only been a year since she moved to California, and, if she's being honest, she couldn't imagine a life where she stayed in Hawkins. Crazy to think about, isn't it?
After the quarantine was lifted, Kat packed up and went to California. She needed something new, something different.
Something that stayed the same, though, was Steve.
They'd been dating for almost three years, and Kat couldn't be happier.
They moved to Silicon Valley, settling into a small apartment. It was a cozy little place, close enough to Stanford, and close enough to the middle school where Steve coached the baseball team and taught Physical Education.
Speaking of change, Kat's style had completely shifted since moving to the West Coast. Her closet was filled with loose linen pants, band tees, and sandals.
Her hair was longer now, too. Before, it had just brushed her collarbones, and now it hung to her middle back. She wore it styled, big curls neatly framing her tanned face, swooping down into a wonderful cacophony of curls.
Kat and Steve didn't speak about Hawkins that often. They wanted to move forward. They needed to move forward.
And because of that, they hadn't been back to their hometown in months.
But now they were back for what was probably the biggest milestone since killing Vecna: the party's graduation.
Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max, they were all graduating today.
So there Kat was, pulling into the driveway of her childhood home. She opened the door with that familiar creak, a small pang of sadness hitting her when she saw new wallpaper and moved furniture.
