hey it's steve. steve harrington. that's right. you heard me. king steve, who loves kfc.
today, i'm hanging with nancy. we've been dating for a little over a year now. if i say so myself, we can last a while. first of all, we lasted through an actual demon attacking us.
i mean, she did tell me to "get the hell out" and point a gun at me, but hey! we got through it and i told her i love her.
she tells me i've improved a lot since last year, and i know. i'm a strong independent wo-
man. i mean man... who doesn't need another person to tell me. i'm not as selfish anymore. i think that's an improvement.
nancy and i are going to barb's house to eat dinner with her parents. while at dinner, they told us they're selling their house to pay for an investigator named murray.
pretty damn cool name.
this news didn't settle well with nancy. she blamed barb's death on herself. i calm her down but she continues to blame it on her. blame it on us. i brush it off and tell her we couldn't have prevented it, but even i know deep down it was our fault.
there's a new kid in our class. billy hargrove. his little sister, max, is in nancy's little brother's grade. i already know i'm not going to like the son of a bitch. he's a dick. but then again, that was me last year. i still won't trust him though. he seems like an ass.
right now i'm getting ready for a halloween party.
where shit goes...
down.
literally. down. like holy shit.