Summary: It's picture day and Billy starts to take a notice to you, but it comes with some consequences.
A/N: Hey guys! This is my first story so feedback is always appreciated and I just really hope you enjoy it :)
Warnings: Slight flirting, mentions of abuse/ sexual abuse, mini fight.
Word Count : 3k
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You woke up extra early today. It was picture day. You wanted to make sure that you photographed nicely since you bombed last years photo and every time you go downstairs your disgrace of a photo stares at you in the face. You couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what you hated about the photo. Maybe it was the fact that your hair looked like a hot mess. It was super humid that day and you had physical education right before your photos. You remembered that Nancy and a bunch of the other girls from your PE class were just as upset as you were when Mr Peterson, your PE teacher wouldn't allow you ladies to sit out for that period. He was a miserable old man and didn't care that you had school photos next period. And of course that day he decided to make everyone run around the track field. The only male that seemed anywhere near as upset as us was Steve Harrington. He spent a lot of time on his hair, and rightfully so. It was beautiful. He took pride in his appearance and man did it show. You didn't want a repeat of last year so today you made sure you were going to look amazing to make up for your past failures. You sat at your vanity and turned on some Depeche Mode as you applied your makeup ever so carefully. You opted on a brown eyeshadow, you made sure you blended it extra well today. You curled your lashes and applied some mascara, and then decided on a cherry red lipstick. Dancing to "I just can't get enough" you decided to pick out your outfit. You wanted to make an impression today because there was a new kid in town that intrigued you. He moved here from California last week, so you wanted to make sure you caught his eye. You picked out a cute white tank top, a denim jacket and high waisted mini skirt that complimented your calves. You slipped on your sandals and decided to work on your hair. Your long (y/h/c) flowed beautifully. It grew relatively fast since last year, to your surprise. And you were living for it. You caught yourself flipping it over your shoulder every now and then, and so did Steve and Nancy. They always made sure to tease you about it. You brushed your bangs to the front, and the rest of your hair to the side. You looked amazing. "Darling! Come eat your breakfast it'll get cold" your mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs. You grabbed your bag and made your way downstairs to eat your breakfast.
The warm scent of syrup welcomed you as you made it into the kitchen. "Pancakes!" You shouted and your face lit up. You LOVED pancakes. "I wanted to make your favorite breakfast since last year you had a bad picture day. I want my beautiful (y/n) to have a great day, and that starts with breakfast!" Your mother was the cutest woman, she always tried her hardest to make you and your younger sister happy. Ever since your father left, you noticed that she was trying to make up for the mess he's left. But you and your sister Jill were beyond understanding. Your father was an abusive asshole to say the least. He would take out his anger on each and every one of us. He was physically, emotionally and sexually abusive toward all of us... Thank goodness Hopper was able to lock his sorry ass up. You didn't have to worry about him hurting your family ever again. "(Y/n), do you think you could whip up a fruit reduction for the pancakes quick?" Your mom asked. You learned how to cook from her. She's a chef at the local diner and she always wanted to make sure you were able to take care of yourself if you ever needed it. You would do anything your mother asked you, she was a sweet soul who had been through way too much and you always were doing things to help her out. So of course you would make a fruit reduction. You nodded with a smile, and took a pot out and placed it on a burner. You took some strawberries and blueberries from the refrigerator and placed them in the pot and quickly melted them down into a deliciously sweet sauce. Your mother places three plates on the kitchens island and placed a stack of pancakes on each plate. Jill sat down and claimed her plate. "(Y/n)! Can you give me some fruit please?" She asked. I walked over and drizzled some on her already buttered stack of pancakes. She smiled as she thanked me and then brought up a new girl who's in her class. "Max is SO cool! She knows how to skateboard and even though I'm way too scared to skate, she let me try her board anyways!" My mother shot her a look. "I hope you're wearing a helmet young lady! I don't want to get a call from the school telling me you busted your head open and you're on the way to the hospital" Jill's face turned red and she nodded to show my mother that she understood that it wasn't just an "I hope" and it was more of a "you better." We ate our pancakes as there was a knock at the door. My mother went to open the door to only be greeted by Steve and Nancy. "(Y/n), Jillian! Your ride is here, I've got the dishes" she signaled us to get out. We both gave her a kiss and walked out to Steves BMW.
