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Chapter Two - part two

   Phina had barely made it through the day, her mind lost in the endless thoughts. What happened that morning, what had happened with Steve, it was driving her completely mad. She hated him, god damn, she hated him. She hated his caring ways, his gentle touch, his soft voice, she hated the way her stomach flipped when she looked into his sincere eyes. She hated him because he made it hard for her to hate him. It was all so much easier when he was "king Steve" the top asshole of the school, when him and his friends made her life miserable every chance they got. It was much easier.
   Things had changed, it wasn't like that anymore. Now, now she had to hide her feelings, terrified to face them. Because the thing was, she didn't hate him, she couldn't, she hated herself for the things she felt, and it was easier to blame it on him.
   It was easier to say that she hated him, because what she truly felt for him would destroy her sister.

   By the time Phina had arrived at the party, it was in full swing. Outside and inside the house, teenagers partied, the music blasting so loud she heard it from down the street.
   As soon as she got to the thick of the clusters of people, she attracted almost every eye. Her outfit probably the most overly dramatic one there.
   She wore a black corseted dress, the top part being a literal corset that was semi-restricting, and showed of her curves, not to mention that it was strapless. The front part of the dress came to her thighs, while the back came all the way to the ground, the fabric lacy and a little sheer. Her makeup was the same as this morning, sharp and deadly. She wore the ruby red Victorian style necklace from this morning, and a matching ruby red ring, and pentagram earrings to add to the witchy factor. The best part of her out fit though, was the wand. It was strapped to her thigh by a thin lace band, ready to be grabbed at any moment.
Almost every eye was on her, even the blurry drunken ones. She made her way to the front door, smirking at ever eye she met. They parted seas for her, probably thinking she was actually a witch, ready to curse them at any moment.
Phina stepped through the front door of the house, again, attracting every eye. She searched the room, for a familiar face, unfortunately finding Steve's first. He stood next to Billy Hargrove, who's eyes roamed her body. Steve's eyes didn't roam, they met hers, and held them. She could see the memory there, the words said this morning, the things they felt.
She tore her gaze from as quickly as possible, this morning didn't happen for as far as she was concerned. Phina found Nancy walking to the kitchen, and she took off towards her. The crowd parting even in the small cramped space, Hawkins Freak, no one was willing to touch her, in fear, in wonder. The party resumed, teens awkwardly dancing to the loud music, drinking whatever could be supplied, kissing whoever the wanted too.
When she got over to the kitchen, she hears Nancy asks someone about the punch.
"Pure fuel, pure fuel!" He yelled, hitting his chest.
Phina pushes the kid away and stands next to her sister, "it's a hangover that you are not prepared for."
"How do you know," she asks, almost innocently.
"I bet you all most half the kids in her have spiked it with something strong from their parents liquor cabinet," Phina laughs, "it'll be enough to make you forget who you are."
"Good," Nancy says, going to grab a cup of it.
She quickly fills up the glass and starts to chug it, and to Phina's relief and dismay, Steve comes to stand next to her.
"Woah woah woah, hey, take it easy. Take it easy," he tries to warn her, "Nance."
She looks at him, almost annoyed, "we're just being stupid teenagers for the night, wasn't that the deal?"
She turns back to the punch bowl and scoops up another drink, again chugging it in seconds. She wipes a little off of her face and walks away, into the crowd of dancing, sweaty, teens, starting to dance.
Phina shakes her head at her little sister, "she's going to regret this."
"Yeah," Steve agrees, leaning forward on the counter to watch Nancy go.
Phina scoops up two cups of punch, handing one of them to Steve, "you look like you need this."
He looks down at it and his eyes travel up her arm and to her face, she looked beautiful, she always did. Oh he was gonna need more than just one cup.
He grabs it from her, "to being stupid teenagers."
She raises her cup, "to being stupid teenagers, cheers."
They tap their cups together, and down them. The bittersweet taste swirling on Phina's tongue, so many different alcohols mixed with the fruit punch. She breathes deeply after she's done, chuckling a little, Steve copying her. A single drop of punch slides down her chin, and he raises his hand to wipe it away. His warm fingers brush across her face, lingering for a moment.
She looks up into his eyes, stupid teenagers indeed. She took a small step away from him, dipping her cup back in the punch, if she wanted to make it through this night, she was going to need a lot of this.
"Lets go find Nancy," she said, and they fell back to reality.

They danced in the middle of the living room, having the time of their lives. Everyone was smiling, laughing, and pretending. Nancy was drunk off her ass, Phina was trying her hardest to stay away from Steve, and Steve was, breaking. Yet they put on a facade, a play, Stupid Teenagers.
Phina spun, her hands in the air, laughing as she did. When she stops, she sees Nancy making her way back to the kitchen, Steve following her. Phina groaned, following after him. Nancy was to drunk, at this rate, if she kept drinking, she'd die of alcohol poisoning.
Phina pushes her way through the crowd, well behind the two she chased after. When she gets close, she hears them arguing, and as soon as she breaks through the crowd, the cup of punch they had been fighting over, flies upwards and all the liquid falls on Nancy's front. The entire party yells, and then goes quiet, watching the couple.
Nancy looks down at the front of her white outfit, now stained red, "what the hell?"
She pushes past Steve and makes her way towards the bathroom, Steve watching her go, "Nance."
He follows her, running to catch her, leaving Phina there by herself. She sighs, the night had gone to shy really quick.
"Phina," asks a voice to her right, Jonathan.
She turns to him and smiles, "you came! What about Will?"
"He'll be ok, if Mike's anything like you, he won't let anything happen," Jonathan laughs.
"Yeah, well you're lucky that Mike is exactly like me," Phina sighs, "I'm not so sure that's a good thing."
"What just happened," Jon asks, nodding towards the puddle on the floor.
"Nancy is drunk, wasted," Phina shakes her head, looking down sadly, "Steve was trying to stop her from drowning herself in alcohol, as you can see it didn't go to well."
Jonathan places a hand on her arm, "she'll be ok Phina."
"Yeah," she lets out a pitiful laugh, "she's got Steve to take care of her."
Phina didn't say it, but Jonathan saw right through her, Steve Harrington was the problem here, and Jonathan knew that she didn't know how to handle this.
They hear a door slam upstairs and watch as Steve comes rushing down, going straight towards the door. Phina instantly sees the emotion on his face, in his eyes, despair. Something had happened up there.
"Can you make sure Nancy is ok," Phina asks Jon, looking towards were Steve went to the door.
"Go, I'll get her home," Jonathan tells her.
She thanks him with a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before she is rushing after Steve. She pushed her way out the door and almost frantically looking around for Steve. She quickly found him walking to his car, his arms resting on top of his head. Phina walked towards him, carefully.
   He kicked the back tire of his car, angrily yelling.
   "Steve," she asked him quietly.
   He spun around to face her, and she instantly saw the tears tracking down his face. And her heart broke, what had her sister done.
   "Steve," she whispers sadly, "what happened?"
   "She doesn't love me Phina," he stuttered, hardly breathing, "she called it bullshit."
   "She's drunk Steve, she doesn't know what she's saying," she tries to comfort him, stepping closer to him.
   "You're right. If she was sober she wouldn't have said that, she would have just thought it," he breathes, "drunk words are sober thoughts."
   She sighed, "I know Steve, I know, I'm sorry."
   He shakes his head, "don't be."
   "I will be if I want to Harrington," she tells him sternly, "because whether you like it or not I'm sorry."
   He smiles, "you're so passionate about everything you feel."
   "You know that better than anyone Harrington," she jokes, "remember when I hated you?"
   His heart stops, reading into the words more than he probably should have, "when? I thought you still hated me."
   Her head falls, she regretted her words, but there was no going back now.
   "No Harrington, I don't hate you," she shakes her head, looking up at him, "not anymore."
   She felt uneasy, so she reached up to her neck and grabbed her charm. His eyes fall on her hand and light up, the sadness in them lessening. His mind flashes back to what happened in the bathroom, to something that Nancy had said.
"Nance," he whispers.
"Why don't you go find Phina," she slurs, "I know Steve."
   Steve knew what she had meant, Nancy knew what he felt, more than he knew himself. Now, standing in front of Phina, under the moon, the distant sound of partying teens, he realized what he felt, and for the first time, he wasn't scared of it.

-1737 words-
Oh my god that is honestly so cute. I am actually so obsessed with Steve and Phina's relationship and I cannot wait to develop it further. Sorry this update has take so long, a lot of crap has been happening lately and I haven't had the time to write. Anyway, tell me what you guy think of it, and if you have any suggestions feel free to comment them.
-Morgan