❛ HOW TO STOP LIKING BOYS! ❜
STEP ONE: Don't think about his smile or the way he looks you in the eyes when he talks to you or his laugh
FAILED STEP ONE.
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"THIS IS WEIRD, RIGHT?" Steve asked, looking at the two girls, "I mean, apologizing to someone about a fight over my girlfriend with two other girls next to me?"
Heather and Veronica looked at each other and shrugged before Heather turned back to Steve, "We're moral support and also, I'm here to kick Jonathan's ass in case he's making a move on your girl, don't worry."
Despite her big, aching crush on Steve, neither Heather nor Veronica were going to purposefully sabotage Steve and Nancy's relationship. Heather helped Steve get the swelling on his face down and had cleaned up some of the blood before Steve confessed that he wanted to apologize to Jonathan. So, naturally, she went back over to her house, meaning to say to her brother and Veronica that she would be right back only to find Veronica watching TV alone and her brother nowhere to be found. Now, this was a pit stop before Veronica and Heather were going to hunt down Daniel. Just normal Saturday night activities for two seventeen-year-old girls.
"Besides," Veronica sighed, "We're just gonna ask if Jonathan knows where the boys are and then we're outta here. So, it's all, you buddy."
"Gee, thanks," Steve said with a small, nervous laugh. Heather can't remember the last time she saw Steve get nervous. The boy took a deep breath and raised his fist to the wood of Jonathan Byers's house. He knocked on the door rather violently, causing both girls to jump back slightly.
"Jonathan?" he shouted when no one answered right away, "Are you there, man? It's... it's Steve! Listen, I just wanna talk!"
Nancy opened it. Heather and Veronica shared an unsurprised look.
"Steve..." she drifted off when she saw the girls, "Heather and Veronica?"
"Moral support," Veronica shrugged, tossing dark hair behind her shoulder.
Nancy shook off the look of confusion and continued, "Well, listen to me."
"Nancy, hey," Steve started before the girl cut him off.
"You need to leave."
"No, no I'm not trying to start anything, okay?"
"I don't care about that. You need to leave."
"No can do, sis," Heather exclaimed, pushing past Steve and successfully pushing the door open. What she expected to see was a rustled, possibly shirtless Jonathan Byers. What she definitely didn't expect to see was a house decorated with what had to be hundreds of Christmas lights with writing on the walls. Not to mention the various weapons lying around the room. "What the fuck?"
"Wait, wait, no, get out," Jonathan rushed to the door, but the three were already in the house.
"I just wanna make things right," Steve sighed before his face scrunched up as he looked at Nancy's hand, "Wait, what happened to your hand? Is-is that blood?"
