❝Nothing bad ever happens in Hawkins.❞
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In which the old town's babysitter gets involved with three kids when Will Byers goes missing, and finds out that the world she once thought she knew was no where near safe anymore.
In the meantime, sh...
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THE POLLYWOG
JESS WOKE UP IN STEVE'S BED, AND SHE WAS WEARING ONE OF HIS OVERSIZED T- SHIRTS, AND SHE HAD A HEADACHE. "Ugh, why did I drink last night?" She muttered, rolling over where Steve was no longer there.
The girl laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling.
She pulled the covers over her chest letting out a sigh. She didn't remember much about last night, but she knew that Steve was upset about Nancy.
She frowned, deciding she should get up and go downstairs. When she walked downstairs Steve was already in the kitchen making breakfast. She chuckled, folding her arms. She hasn't seen him in the kitchen in a long time. Especially making breakfast for them.
They usually just ate the leftover pizza they ordered the night before. This morning he was making pancakes. Not just any pancakes, her favourite, blueberry with whipping cream. She smiled, leaning against the counter watching him focus on frying the pancakes.
"Hey, there," Jess smiled. Steve looked at her.
"Oh, Hey. I was thinking, we skip the first two periods and just hang out, you know? I have to go for practice but after we can do something, then spend the day together." Jess smiled. "I like that idea. Can I help?" "Uh, I got it. You can sit down." Jess smiled. She went to hug him from behind wrapping her arms around his torso.
"Thank you."
"Mhmm." Steve nodded, flipping the pancake over.
Jess went to go sit down and wait. She smiled and looked around Steve's kitchen. She always loved being in it. It was so big and open. When Steve was finished cooking he placed the pancakes on the plates and made a smiley face with whipping cream.
He licked his finger and sat down in front of her. She smiled and grabbed a fork. For the rest of the morning they laid in bed. Talking, laughing like old times. Like there wasn't anything wrong in the world they live in now.
Like nothing else mattered.
They played some video games, talked more, before they knew it was time for Steve to get to practice. It was a nice morning. Something that hasn't happened in a long time. Just the two of them, and it was something that she needed.
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Jess sat down on the benches in the gym watching Steve practice. So far he was doing okay, but his mind was somewhere else. Steve was dribbling the ball, Billy was in front, and Jess frowned. "Douchebag," she muttered, looking down at her notes for school. She watched as Steve fell from being pushed by Billy. Her eyes widened, hoping he was okay.
