Until November 6, 1983, Heather Gilmore had seen Hawkins for what everyone else did: a small town where nothing tragic every really seemed to happen. After that day, though? Heather was quite certain she was stood at the mouth of hell.
(seasons 1-3)
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"Are you sure you two aren't dating?"
It's a question that makes Heather Gilmore groan. The blonde shakes her head, glancing towards the ceiling of the room she's in as if to ask whatever higher being is up there why in the fuck do you do this to me? She rolls slightly, putting more weight onto one side before she replies. "I know I'm sure about the fact that you're lucky you couldn't come to Nance's tonight otherwise I'd be beating you with a pillow, Barb."
Barb Holland, who is in fact the Barb that Heather just technically threatened with pillow warfare, lets out a sharp peal of laughter on the other side of the phone. Beside Heather, Nancy Wheeler pulls the phone a couple inches from her ears, Barb's laughter piercing her eardrums. After a moment she moves the telephone back to it's original position, settled between her head and Heather's. Nancy shifts her position slightly on her bed, shoulder knocking against Heather's. The two share a grin, adjust the way that their legs are crossed in the air and tilt their heads towards each other so that they can both listen to Barb's rambling on the other end of the line.
There's a chemistry textbook, flashcards written in different colors, and notes that are meticulously highlighted scattered at the end of the bed. Truly, this night is meant to be a study night for the three girls. They all have Kaminsky for chem, the notorious hard ass of Hawkins High, and this chem test was certainly going to make want to slam their heads off walls. Or at least, it will for Heather. Nancy and Barb are academically inclined but the Gilmore girl has never been one for chemistry ... or science at all for that matter. Anyways, they're supposed to be studying, all three of them, at the Wheeler's house. But Mr. and Mrs. Holland had decided literally two hours ago that they wanted Barb home way before her curfew, leaving only Heather and Nancy to congregate at the latter's house. And once they had gotten on the phone with Barb, all had been lost.
Honestly, the phone call was meant to be a way for the three to still study together (Heather is adamant that she needs all the help she can get when it comes to chem), but in retrospect, it was a shitty idea. Especially since the topic of conversation is no longer about cations and anions and the melting points of certain things or stoichiometry, whatever the fuck that is. Instead, their conversation is all about a boy.
Steve Harrington, to be exact.
He has become a favorite topic of conversation amongst the three girls, regardless of Barb and Nancy's personal opinions of him (Barb thinks he's mainly trying to get into Heather's pants and Nancy just isn't a fan of his friends, which is fair). He's a hot commodity at Hawkins High, an upperclassman with the title of king (whenever Heather brings that up, Steve waves her off awkwardly, but she's pretty sure she's seen him blush over it) and he's got his eyes on their best friend. It's like something out of a teen romantic comedy, honestly.
