This is the short introduction to my Stranger Things fic. I don't know how long it'll be but I'll do my best to update weekly.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stranger Things, I wish I did tho, the Duffers Bros keep leaving us hanging.
Chapter 1:
Steve Harrington is ice.
He can't explain it. He's always been cold. His body is frozen. It's deep, settled in his bones. He's cool to touch. His parents kept the pool heated and the thermostat high. He didn't ask why. He's still cold though. It doesn't bother him. It never has. But he craved warmth.
There were girls, plenty of them. And he'd feel warm for a few hours. Then there was Nancy. He thought she was like fire. She made him feel warm, alive. Melted his icy exterior. She was everything he wanted and more. But they broke up and Steve wondered if she was like ice too. Snow, he decided, was more accurate. She was too perfect, too good, too pure to be anything less. She'd been there though. Unlike certain people.
His parents weren't there. His mother avoided him. His father was... well an asshole. And Steve was alone in that big house. He hated every second of it. They were rarely home so Steve had learnt to look after himself. He could cook, clean, treat his own injuries and buy groceries. It left him cold and empty and he wouldn't know if anything bad happened to them because they just didn't keep in touch. They avoided Steve like the plague. Steve just wished he knew why.
And then he'd met the kids. Those little shitheads. They'd shown him a world of absolute madness. Where monsters were very much real and teens knew more than adults. Where everything was, well, Upside Down. Steve had decided in about five seconds that he was protecting these kids no matter what. He'd been a little surprised to learn that some adults were in on it and just how fucked up Hawkins was. Steve couldn't believe there had been a time where he was worried about being found out for underage drinking. It was all about perspective he supposed.