Caught Up (Steve Harrington- Stranger Things)

Part 24

After talking with my mom, I headed up to my room to draw for a while. I hadn't done that since we moved here and I needed a way to relieve my stress.

I pulled open my desk drawer, revealing my sketch book and pencils.

I began sketching a young boy. I'm not sure why, but it came to me when my pencil hit the white paper.

I continued the sketch for a while, until there was a knock at my window.

"Steve," I sighed. 

I placed my drawing down on my desk and walked to the window to unlock the latch. 

He came in, sticking the landing this time. 

"I'm glad you're safe," was the first thing he said.

"Thanks." I vaguely answered before I turned my back to him and approached my desk chair, where I sat down.

He sat on my bed, facing my direction. He crossed his legs and played with his shoe laces.
"I'm sorry about Melissa." He apologized. His confidence was not prominent like it normally was. He barely made eye contact. 

I didn't know how to respond. I wasn't going to say "it"s okay" like I'm sure other girls would. Because this really wasn't okay. My silence was a response.

Steve sighed as I continued to shade in my drawing. 

"Kristen, what can I do to make it up to you?" He begged.

Still facing my drawing and not him, I simply shrugged. 

"I was here all night with your mom. Doesn't that show how much I care about you?" He pleaded.

"I was missing for 2 days and you were with another girl. How much could you possibly care about me?" I argued.

"First of all, you were gone for three days, just making that clear. But I made a mistake, I know." He ran his fingers through his hair. 

"Well if you mean you can't control yourself, then I don't think we should be together." I said in a cold tone.

He sighed again, stood up and began pacing. He looked down at my drawing.
"Why are you drawing Nancy's brother?" 

I stopped. "You know this boy?"

"Yeah, that's Mike." He pointed to the drawing.

"Nancy's brother is missing." I thought aloud.

"I know. It's been almost a week now. Poor kid."

"Why do I know what he looks like?" I questioned as if Steve would know the answer. I never met Mike. I didn't know what he looked like. 

I stared down at the drawing, examining his facial features. 

Suddenly a memory appeared in my head of being woken up in the Upside Down by Mike. I could almost hear his voice saying, "Are you okay?" continuously. And I could feel his grip on my shoulders as he tried to wake me. I was in and out of consciousness for a while. When I really woke up, he was gone.