❛ 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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WHEN BILLY STEPPED OUT OF THE CAR, A LIT CIGARETTE HUNG OUT OF HIS MOUTH. Surely with any other girl, that would make them swoon, but it only made Sar want to inch closer to Steve. "Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington. And the lovely Sara Hopper. You two together, what a surprise." He leant against the open door of his car as he inspected them. "What are you doing here, amigo?" Billy asked as Sar and Steve walked closer.
"I could ask you the same thing... amigo," Steve replied. Smooth, Steve. Sar resisted the temptation to roll her eyes, simply following beside Steve. She'd slid on her leather jacket to hide the blood on her yellow sweater.
Billy's eyes rolled up and down her body a few times and he chuckled. When his eyes hovered on her face, littered with pale bruises from her use of power, he drew his tongue out across his teeth. "What happened to your face, sweetheart?"
"I got punched really hard," Sar deadpanned. She crossed her arms lithely over her chest, leaning up her shoulder against Steve's. The height difference between them surely was recognisable now.
Billy's eyes darted to Steve for a moment, and a mischievous delight took over his features. "Want me to take you back to bed, sweetheart?" Billy asked. Steve's jaw tightened at that statement, his eyes full of hatred and trained on Billy.
Sar raised an eyebrow. "I'm good."
"Really?" Billy furrowed his eyebrows in mock confusion. He shut the door of his car as he walked towards them. "All the other girls in this town are just dying to get to me. So why not you?"
Sar rolled her eyes visibly. "I'm sure when I'm itching to crawl back to you, I'll give you a call."
Billy gave another chuckle and pushed his tongue over his lips, while Steve tensed. Sar wrapped her fingers around his arm before he could mess anything up. "Anyway, I'm looking for my stepsister. Little birdie told me she was here."
Steve raised his eyebrows. "Huh. That's weird. I dunno her."
Billy pointed at Sar, coming too close for her comfort. "Oh, but she does. I saw you on the first day we arrived, stopped her from getting hit by the car."
Sara joined in on Steve's expression. "Oh, she's your sister?" Sar rolled her head back slightly. "I haven't seen her since then." She could pride herself in being a better actor than Steve, who was just terrible. "I'm sorry. I don't know why she would be here. This is just the Byers house."
"You know... I don't know," Billy began, taking the cigarette out of his mouth, "this whole situation, Harrington, I don't know. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies."
"Oh yeah, why's that?"
Billy shrugged and took another drag of his cigarette. "My thirteen year old sister goes missing all day. And then I find her with you, in a strangers house, and you lie to me about it."
