Barbed Wire ♚ Steve Harrington

Chapter Nineteen ♚ Snowball

AN: Blake's outfit is up top.

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Within a month, everything had changed. Hawkins Lab was finally shut down, thanks to Jonathan and Nancy exposing them to the media and Barbra Holland was finally given justice. The four teenagers had gone to the funeral, paying their respects to the girl along with her family and Blake and Steve had gotten closer.

The two were almost inseparable, they went everywhere together, inside and outside of school. Everyone around campus knew that if one was around, the other was near, people would actually question if they were dating.

Hopper and Blake found themselves going to the local restaurant bar to meet Dr. Owens, who was making a recovery from being hurt after they left the lab.

"Chief-o, Blake," He greeted them both.

"How's the leg?" Hop asked, Blake sliding into the booth before him and sitting criss-crossed. Owens shrugged, "Better, pretty sure my football career is over. Want some? No way I'm gonna finish it," He offered them both, who declined with a wave of a hand.

"No. I'm, uh... on a diet."

Owens looked over at Blake, who rose a brow, "Don't really share food with people."

The doctor nodded, "Hey, got a little something for you guys."

The man grabbed an envelope out of his bag, handing it to Hopper who opened it as Blake watched over his shoulder.

"Congratulations, Pops, Sis." The teenage girl sitting back as Hopper spoke, "I thought-"

"-Sometimes I impress even myself. Still, I'd let things cool off for a while, if I were you." Blake rolled her eyes, "And how much longer is that? She needs a life, she deserves it."

"Want to be safe? I give it a year." Hoppers jaw dropped, "A year?"

The man took Owens sandwich, looking over at Blake who rose a brow telling him silently that it was too long, "What about one night out?"

"One night?" The older man questioned and Hopper nodded, "Yeah, how risky would that be?"

"What's so important about one night?"

Blake laughed, smirking, "Oh, Dr. Owens, one night is everything to a teenage girl."

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"Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!" Dustin yelled, walking into his kitchen, searching for what he just bought. "Where did you see it last?"

The boy scavenged the counter, "Right here, where I put it."

"What's in there that's so important anyway? You look fabulous baby." Dustin smiled, taking the bag and running to his room as the bell rang, "That's your ride, Dusty!"

The boy fixed his hair, coating every strand with the famous Farrah Fawcett spray and made his way to the door where Blake was.

Dustin's jaw dropped seeing the girl. "Wow, Blake-"

The girl rolled her eyes, putting a hand on her hip, "-Still way too old for you, Curly Fry."

With that, the pair left down the hill, Steve waiting for them to get it. Blake sat in the front and Dustin hopped in the middle back seat.

"Let's get a move on, Harrington. We got things to do, places to go, and people to see."

The boy laughed, driving off. It was a quiet drive, Blake getting out of the car while Steve gave the younger boy a pep talk.

"And how are you today, Ms. Hopper?" Mr. Clarke asked the teen.

"Oh I'm great," She smirked, walking in since she was already there earlier that day. Blake made her way to the kids, their eyes widening, "Okay, I get it. I never wear dresses. Calm down."

She looked over at the Wheeler boy, waving but only received a dirty look in return. Mike had not spoken a word to her in a month, angry that she would keep such a big secret from him. Blake understood and tried to make things right, but nothing ever seemed to work.

Everyone stood up, laughing when they saw Dustin's hair, "Holy shit, what happened to you?"

The boy paled, "What do you mean, 'What happened'?"

They all started talking about his hair and Blake snorted hearing him defend himself, "There's no bird nesting in here, asshole. Okay, I worked hard."

A slow song begun, Lucas spinning over to Max and asking her to dance, which she accepted. another girl came up to Will, a small smile on her face, "Hey, Zombie Boy. Wanna dance?"

Michael pushed Will to answer as Blake crossed her arms, "Maybe if you called him by his real name, he would."

The girl shakily nodded, "Will?"

The said boy walked off with the girl and Dustin soon followed as Mike sat down. Blake then decided to speak, sitting down next to him, "Mike-"

"-What, Blake? You watched me for a year-" He hissed, turning to her. "-You think it was easy for me? Keeping this secret from you during the day and then holding her at night while she was crying? No, I spent months holding her after she 'saw' you and tried for that long to convince my Dad to let her see you," She spit, taking his hand.

"Blake... I didn't know-" The boy started. Blake waved him off, "It's okay, Wheeler. You were hurt, we all do rash things when we're hurt... which is why I brought a sort of peace offering."

Blake smirked as Mike rose a brow. The door opened as a new song began to play, grabbing his attention. His eyes widened, seeing Eleven in the doorway and Blake stood up and said, "Treat my sister right... and keep your hands north, Mister. I have eyes everywhere."

With that, she walked out of the dance, going over to Steve's car where he was waiting for her, "Alright, now, where did you want to take me?"

The boy rolled his eyes, "Well if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."

Blake copied his actions, motioning with her hand to move and they made their way into town, the girl singing along when Fleetwood Mac came on the radio. Steve looked over, admiring the girl and smiling widely as he said, "I love you."

Steve covered his mouth with his hand as she whipped around, looking at him wide eyed while saying, "Stop the car."

The boy sighed, shaking his head at his stupidity when he pulled the car over. Before he could process what was happening, Blake was in his lap, her lips on his.

Blake pulled back, biting her lip before laughing and Steve's eyes were wide, running a hand through his hair while blushing.

"I love you too, Harrington."