❝the world's a little blurry, or maybe it's my eyes.❞
ilomilo - billie eilish
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After two whole days of scrubbing and accidentally getting high from cleaning chemicals, Cassiopeia had finally gotten the punch stain out of Nancy Wheeler's sweater. Dark sunglasses protecting her red rimmed eyes from the harsh sun, the curly haired girl trudged up the stairs, cursing at herself for the pounding in her head.
What she didn't expect was to be yanked on the arm by a curly haired boy in a red, white, and blue baseball cap. "Cassie, right? Yeah, you're coming with me."
"The fuck are you?" The girl recoiled from the strange kid, making a face of discomfort. The boy had a solid grip on her arm, though, and yanked her down the paved pathway. Today must have been a day of surprises, Cassie, thought, looking up to see Steve Harrington making his way to the Wheeler's house, a bouquet in his hands.
"Awww, King Steve, I know you enjoyed my company at the party, but you didn't have to get me flowers," Cass smirked, interrupting the boy who was mumbling to himself.
Steve glared at her, opening his mouth to retort, but the strange boy with an iron grip cut him off. "Steve, are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?"
The teenager looked at the bouquet, confused, "No..." The boy in the hat yanked them out of his hands, "Good," Steve immediately protested, but the kid was already yanking a very confused Cassie to Steve's car. "Nancy isn't home."
Cass internally groaned, thinking of all of her hard work removing stains being flushed down the drain. "Where is she?" Steve asked, standing still while the kid got to his car.
"Doesn't matter. We have bigger problems than your love life. Do you still have that bat." At this point, Cassie was really confused, looking between the two with a dumb expression.
"Bat?" Steve asked, still not moving from his spot on the lawn a few feet away. "What bat?"
"The one with the nails?" At this Cass reeled back, repeating his words in a high pitched voice.
"The one with the nails? Listen, I don't know what's going on, but I want nothing to do with it-"
The kid cut her off, "No, we need all the help we can get, trust me. I'll explain on the way." He physically forced the teenager into the passenger seat, sliding in behind her.
"Now?" Steve asked, rushing to the car.
"Now!"
The sun set on their drive over, and the rock music that filled Steve Harrington's car had nearly lulled Cassiopeia Turner to sleep when Steve broke the silence. "Wait a sec. How big?"
The kid, whose name she learned is Dustin, responded, "First it was like that," He gauged the size with his fingers, "Now he's like this." He used both his hands for measurement now.
