COME ON EILEEN ━━ ❝ These people round here
Were beaten down, eyes sunk in smoke-dried face.
They're so resigned to what their fate is
But not us! ❞
[steve harrington x oc]
[stranger things s2 - s3]
[cover by gracefulheretic]
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CHAPTER ZERO: PROLOGUE.
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IT WAS RATHER ODD TO BE IN FRONT OF STEVE HARRINGTON AGAIN. His brown hair was no longer unruly or floppy and he'd ditched his blood splattered sweater from the night Eleven defeated the heinous Demogorgon for a cringy Christmas one that required an undershirt to prevent it from scratching against his bare skin, beige slacks covering his slender legs for a more suitable appearance that Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler would've loved. His gruesome black eye was long gone and healed, no evidence left of his fight with Jonathan Byers nearly a month ago. His dark eyes sparkled with something Eileen didn't quite understand just yet, but nevertheless, he still looked as cute as he had when they were in middle school.
Similar to Steve, most of Eileen's physical wounds had healed and no one could tell that she'd almost gone head-to-head with a terrifying, faceless monster all in order to protect her little sister and her friends. There was a faint scar on the side of her neck where one of the "bad men" had taken a swipe at her when she tried getting him to let go of the little girl she learned was named Eleven, but she was easily able to say it was from an accident from when she was little just like the one on her wrist that she forgot to cover up from time to time.
She hadn't quite understood the mess Penny had gotten herself into at the time, but seeing that Eileen was left all alone to watch over the children while the adults went to search for Will and Nancy and Jonathan had disappeared into the night with the only car left, it was up to Eileen to keep them all safe. At the time, neither Steve or Eileen had known the other had gotten wrapped up into the strangeness unfolding around those they knew, but fate often brought people together in the strangest of ways. Despite having shared a common horror, it wasn't until nearly Christmas that Eileen actually found herself in the presence of her cheeky ex-boyfriend.
"Oh, hi Eileen! Come in, come in," Karen Wheeler was radiantly beaming, cheerfully waving the teenager into her home as she'd done so many times throughout the years. Her brown hair was perfectly styled in delicate waves over her shoulders, parted in the middle to frame her face just the right way. She wore a Santa Claus themed apron stained with chocolate icing which could've only meant one thing: cupcakes━Penelope's favorite dessert that Mrs. Wheeler only made for special occasions. "I think your sister is still gathering her things from the basement, but I told her you were here."
"That's okay," Eileen sweetly smiled, adjusting her grip on the heavy dish she was holding. "Uh, my Dad━he wanted to do something nice for you and your family. . ."
"Aw, how wonderful," Karen smiled, happily accepting the dish.
"You might not think so once you eat it," Eileen cautioned, breathing out a nervous laugh. "It's Texas Potatoes, but my Dad's never really been much of a chef, so, if you don't like it, I wouldn't blame you."
