FIXATION

TWO

TWO: KILL BILL(Y)
october 31st, 1984.

"Steve Harrington."

Rosalie repeated for probably the third time, she wasn't sure how many times his name came from her mouth. She liked the way his name sounded, it was like lightening on the tip of her tongue. Saying his name made her chuckle, then drag her finger lazily across his glass side mirror, on the driver's side.

"Mhm, yeah. Uh, that's my name" Steve nodded in response as she leaned against the car door. He sounded unsure, a little annoyed, confused, and tired. She couldn't see his eyes, due to the fact that he was still wearing his black sunglasses that went with whoever he was supposed to be for Halloween.

"Steve Harrington..?" She repeated, again, this time stating his name with the tone of a question.

"Yes?" He seemed exhausted the more he spoke with her.

"Do you like cheeseburgers?"

"I guess," he furrowed his eyebrows then looked passed her back at the almost-crime the two committed. She followed his eyes as Billy rolled over on his back and groaned. He was starting to wake back up, thank God he wasn't dead. She was so glad. Glad they hadn't committed murder, she wouldn't mind if someone else were to kill Billy."Get in." Steve nodded to the passenger side of the car.

Rosalie simply nodded and looked at the house before stepping in, like it was the simplest thing in the world. She realized, almost missing it, that Steve hadn't been looking at the returning-to-conscious Billy; he was staring at Jonathan Byers carrying a slurring, intoxicated Nancy Wheeler from the house.

"Oh," she whispered and right as she shut the passenger door, Steve floored the accelerator and they raced down the street. Frightened, Rosalie yanked her seatbelt on across her body. Houses flew past the two as the drove down the street. Her head tilted, and she looked out the window at the dark sky and illuminated stars. She rolled down her window and put her hand out into the quick winds.

"You said you wanted cheeseburgers?" Steve yelled over the music as he winded with the curves of the neighborhood.

She turned to him, and realized how loud the combination of the wind and radio were. She squinted her eyes, then loudly stated, "I asked if you liked them."

"Yeah.. I do." He answered with anger that confused but intrigued Rosalie.

What the hell did cheeseburgers ever do to him? She wondered before glancing in the rear view mirror. The house disappeared behind the two while Steve zoomed out of the neighborhood. Instead of focusing on the speed of the fast-paced car, Rosalie thought back to Nancy stumbling out of the house with Jonathan, who wasn't her boyfriend. But Nancy was Steve's girlfriend. So why wasn't she sitting in the passenger of Steve's car?

"Nancy is wasted.. you're not upset, and Jonathan is taking her home..." She began to put two and two together, in attempt to fit what few pieces she was given to make a clear picture. Steve mumbled some weak response, and when she asked him to repeat what he had said, he simply ignored her and continued to drive. Steve seemed annoyed as he drove, so Rosalie told herself to stop talking, she didn't want to make his night any worse than it already was. But, to her surprise it was him who turned down the radio and glanced at her.

"Are you okay?"

Rosalie hummed a low response, turning her head to him with a small grin. "What?" Her ears weren't working at one hundred percent, a side effect from smoking earlier.

"With.. Billy. He didn't hurt you, or try to.. you know." Steve mumbled, he pushed his glasses over his hair so she could look into his eyes. Her eyebrow rose as she kept her head tilted then sighed.