stranger things imagines.

angst (NSFW)

POSTED ON: steve-hairingtons

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You and Steve had known each other since seventh grade. You had English class together, fourth period when you met. You sat next to each other and he asked for a pencil every single day.

You don't remember at which point you started to dislike him, but you noticed it freshman year. High school changed him.

In middle school, he'd been this funny class clown that always included everyone and always made you feel seen. He hung out with the "weird" kids that had no friends, and you always admired that about him.

But what really surprised you to find out about Steve was his home life. It wasn't good, to say the least. His dad was an abusive drunk who usually took it out on his mom. That was until Steve stepped in. He always protected his mom, even if it meant getting a good beating.

He would usually come to school with the wrong shade of foundation splotched on patches of his face, and it turned out to be his mom's makeup.

But the fact that he could come to school, hide that, and be the funny kid in your class made you feel pity for him.

You didn't even know what he was going through until his dad was arrested for domestic violence and all the details of his abuse were released to the people of Hawkins.

He was a good person, one that you cared deeply for.

But when he met Tommy H. and Carol and Nancy Wheeler, he changed. He became obsessed with being the "King of Hawkins High". He was obsessed with getting into Nancy's pants and causing trouble. He was obsessed with attention and his stupid hair.

After he spray-painted "Nancy 'The Slut' Wheeler" on the local movie theater, your opinion on him changed. Every memory of him you had from middle school changed. Everything changed.

You were still acquaintances with him and exchanged a few words with him now and again. You never intended to rekindle your relationship with him.

That was until he invited you to a party at his house junior year. You'd never even hung out with him outside of school, much less gone to his house.

But when you found yourself sitting in his backyard in a pool chair with him in the one next to you smoking weed, it felt so natural. It was like you two had been friends your whole lives.

He looked over at you and placed the joint in front of you.

"Want some?"

You just looked at it. "I've never smoked."

"Never?" You shook your head. "Well, I think it's time we changed that, don't you?" He placed it closer to you. You took it from him and put it to your lips, inhaling the smoke. It filled your lungs and burned before you choked, coughing and wheezing for a few seconds before you calmed down.

"I don't really feel anything," you said.

He chuckled. "You have to do it a few times."

You took another inhale, and this time it was smooth. It still slightly burned, but it didn't choke you. You blew it out through your mouth, some coming out your nose, and looked over at him.

Before you knew it, your vision was fuzzy, your head was cloudy, and your eyelids were droopy. The whites in your eyes were red as a stop sign, and everything made you giggle.

That was until Steve turned the conversation dark.

"You know, tonight's the first time my mom's taken a vacation since my dad was arrested."