I think you started liking me after Will returned from his misadventures lost in the woods.
It was towards the end of everything, that I joined you and Jonathan, in search of Will.
We never really got along in first place, or never really talked other than when Barb, our mutual friend, was around. I think, when Barb went missing, I was just so distraught, I put all the blame on you, and it just went on for a while of us not speaking at all.
However, I could tell that being without Barb was hard on you too. Knowing where you were that night, wasn't difficult to figure, just follow the ever desirable, Steve Harrington, and you'll find yourself at Jonathan's house.
That night, I was more scared than I've ever felt in my life. So why didn't fear stop me from making sure you were always behind me when that beast chased us? Why did I have to make sure that every second throughout that ordeal, I made sure you were within my reach.
I became that wall between you and that monster. It was that fact that I protected you that made it a lot easier to be friends again after learning what happened to Barb. I still had trouble forgiving you, knowing you left her all alone, but it got easier with time.
I remember that Christmas, with Will safe and all of us licking our wounds, you sent me pictures of you and Barb. It was nice of you to do that, and I think that's when it happened for you.
You liked me, even with Steve holding you in his arms. You liked me.
It happened for me much later, while you danced with Dustin, and I stood beside Jonathan, helping him with photos, I felt the pull towards you. I stared at you, grinning as you two danced together, when you suddenly looked up and caught my gaze. You smiled back, and I knew for certain, that you, Nancy Wheeler, was the bravest, strongest, most intelligent, and annoying girl I've ever met, and I liked you.
I wanted to kiss you.
I knew you wanted me to too when you blushed, with a knowing smile on your face.
I kissed you that night, on your front porch, while Mike mused around inside about his own kiss with El. I kissed you, in front of the whole world, and wasn't even scared as I was that night with that monster.
I kissed you, and you never wanted to stop.
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