𝙎𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇, 𝙈𝙔 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇.
Diana Blake was who everyone in Hawkins wanted to be or be with. Her family name held power in the town and she wore her popularity like a crown. Until she discovered that her crown was made with...
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DIANA WAVED GOODBYE TO HER COWORKERS AS SHE LEFT THE GAP AND DISAPPEARED INTO THE THICK CROWD OF PEOPLE. The summer heat had been unbearable and it seemed like everyone in Hawkins found their evening escape within the cool walls of Starcourt Mall.
When it was first announced that the town was opening a shopping mall, Diana had no intention of finding a part-time job. It wasn't like she needed one. Even without the monthly allowance cheques her father sent, she was well-off. Unknown to most, her grandparents on her mother's side were the proud owners of a housing development company and set up a trust that she finally gained access to after turning eighteen. She had more than what she needed for a girl her age, so after speaking with her family's financial advisor, she decided to put that money away to pay for school tuition and any rainy days that may come her way.
Allison and James suggested she apply, preaching responsibility and discipline—both of which she would need if she was going to live all alone in New York City come fall time. Having a job would be good for her. No one wanted her to succumb to the privilege she held, morphing into beautiful person who was grotesque on the inside.
(Besides, she loved fashion and Gap had a great employee discount.)
Stepping off the escalator and onto the second floor, Diana made her way over to the in-mall movie theatre. Her eyes searched the crowed until she spotted the boy in a half-buttoned up shirt glaring at anyone who dared cross his path.
Raising a brow, she sauntered up to him. "Sinner," she greeted with a curt nod.
Billy looked down at her, his mouth pulling into a sly smirk. "Hey, angel."
Diana's hand reached into the popcorn bag he was holding, only to be disappointed by its contents. A dramatic gasp littered with betrayal flew out her mouth and she narrowed her stare into a glare. "You ate all the popcorn!"
"Not all of it," he denied, unfazed by her accusatory tone. Pushing off the wall, he stepped closer and tilted his head. "Saved you half, didn't I?"
Diana rolled her eyes and snatched the bag from him. "You suck."
"You swallow," he countered with a childish snicker. His arm then swung to rest upon her shoulders. Pulling her in, he captured her lips in the kind of kiss people looked away from in scandal and with red tinting their cheeks. It was shameless, and somewhere in the masses there was an elderly couple looking on and recounting the love of their youth.
After passing the ticket checker, the couple found their seats in the theatre showing Day of the Dead.
The first month of summer had slipped them under her tongue and everyday had been a colourful trip since. Their days were filled with work and casual dates, spending their evenings driving around and eating cheap diner food by Lover's Lake. Sometimes when they were bored enough, they would race their cars down the back roads of Hawkins until they were halfway to Illinois. Sometimes Billy won, other times Diana. Though, no matter what, they never went easy on each other.
