❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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STEVE HARRINGTON WAS DUMPING SCRAP PIECES OF METAL BESIDE A RUSTED CAR. He sorted through the mess, retrieving useful sheets and metal bars. His hair was stuck down with sweat, messed up from the wind and grazing fingers.
Sara Hopper was across the clearing, hauling large pieces of junk across the yard. The shaky plan which they'd decided on with Dustin relied heavily around the broken-down bus, and therefore it had become their job to Demogorgon-proof it. She tried to pick up a rusted car door laying on the ground, but dropped it as it became too heavy. It left imprints in the dry dirt.
"Hey, Steve, help me out?" she called to him. He dropped what he was doing and walked to her side, helping her to lift the door up over their heads. They forced it down on the outside of the bus, leaning it up for later. They could use that to barricade the inside of the bus. She wiped the back of her hand over her forehead. Her eyes darted over to Steve, smile warm and playful. "You know I love that stupid, preppy-ass green sweater," Sar mused, nudging his shoulder with her own. It really was her favourite "You wear it to impress me?" Her tone was clearly joking, yet Steve's ears turned pink. She squinted at him playfully, not understanding his blush. "Or for Nancy?" The suggestion sent her own heart aching but she nudged him again lightly, still forcing a smile. James had really got her on that one.
Steve mumbled something under his breath she couldn't quite catch, but she nodded still in understanding. Steve and Nancy must have made up—Steve must have taken Sar's advice for once in his life. Sara was still swinging his spiked bat in one hand, something which had become a habit for her whenever it was present (namely only the monster hunting) and she was nervous.
Then she lifted her eyes back to him. "Thanks for the help," Sar said, lips twisting into a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes. She bumped her shoulder against his again and then went to go finish laying sheets of debris up against the bus. Steve was left watching as she bent over to pick up a barrel. Her face was crumpled and Steve wondered why she seemed so sad.
•°•☆•°•
THE TWO OF THEM WERE TAKING A BRIEF BREAK FROM THE LABOUR, SAT ON ONE OF THE RUSTED DOWN CARS. Sar had her legs dangling beside Steve from where perched on the roof. She'd been brilliant enough to take some sandwiches from the grocery store—which none of the boys had even thought of, proving her point that she was the real mastermind. Now she and Steve were eating them, watching the forest in silence.
She seemed to pause for a moment, watching Steve as he looked over the junkyard. "Hey," she said. "You're not bullshit, you know." He looked up at that, eyes flickering with something akin to pain. "And I mean it." She put her feet flat down on the hood beside him. "You're a really great person, Steve. You care about people, and you put in the effort to make things better. You weren't a shitty boyfriend and you're not a shitty friend. So I don't want you ever using the excuse that you're bullshit, alright? Cause I think that's bullshit." She nudged his shoulder with her knee. "Alright?" Steve seemed to be dumbstruck, staring at her with some form of awe flickering across his features.
