Disclaimer: I don't own Stranger Things.
Also... if you recognize the Girl's last name, that's because you've watched Hemlock Grove, which is another show I don't own. (it's great, omg.)

I have a backstory planned out for this OC and I wanted a pretty last name to go with it, so I borrowed the Werewolf's last name. I'm not very creative when it comes to that kinda thing, sorry.
Please don't be mad at me!
On with the 'show'! ;)


He has the worst luck, the absolute worst luck, nobody on this planet has worse luck than Steve Harrington!

Okay, no. That's wrong. Compared to plenty of people, including some people he knows personally, he has a decent amount of good luck. Just not today.

First of all, he had trouble with his car that morning and ended up late to school. Then he made an ass of himself when he bailed in the parking lot, the 'trip' probably involving someone's outstretched foot. After that he sadly realized he could only remember a fe of the dozen or so girls who's names started with an 'L'.

Everything about today sucks!

But at least he had Babysitting Duty to look forward to later tonight.

The Nancy and Mike's parents had invited Lucas' parents out to dinner tonight and left Holly at a play-date/sleepover, Mrs. Henderson will be at a grief counseling session for Mews -she's still upset about it, even though she has Tews now- and Joyce would be at work all night. Hopper wasn't doing anything, but El had been begging him to let her go to the Wheeler's for a while and he finally gave in. Max will probably show up just because she can.

The adults had tried roping Nancy into the job, but she had a date with Jonathan. She'd come to Steve and practically begged him to take her place. He was more than happy to watch the little shits for a few hours. He even agreed to do it for free.

It's better than spending the evening alone, right?


The group of kids and their caretaker ended up crammed in the living room instead of the basement for once. The two couples of the group took the couch, Dustin and Will sitting on the floor in front of it, and Steve in Ted's Lay-Z-Boy. They'd put on one of the Star Wars movies and settled in with a couple bowls of popcorn. Every once in a while Steve would catch Mike whispering something to El -probably explaining something she'd asked about- and then he'd look to the other side of the couch at a slightly bored-looking Max leaning on Lucas' shoulder as he stares at the TV like he hasn't seen the movie more than ten times.

Steve was pretending to sleep so he could think without interruptions, trying his hardest to make a mental list of girls he knew who had 'L' names; Lexi, Linda, Lora, Lucy. There were more, even a few who shared a name, but he was having a hard time with his memory lately. Sometimes he couldn't tell if he already had a horrible memory, or if it was the result of the concussion Billy Hargrove gave him last month. If it really was Billy's fault, Steve hoped the douche would catch something disgusting from the next girl he screwed. Or maybe crash his precious car and total it, but live. That would definitely be some great Karma.

He grimaces, rubbing his face with both hands. He didn't need this weird type of stress along with all the other shit he was dealing with. But the curiosity was killing him and he really wanted to thank her.

He wonders if maybe he should ask Dustin, but quickly kills the idea. There's no way someone he had to give dating advice to last month would have any good tips on how to find a girl with no name. Another thought comes, saying it could be another version of 'El', like the telekinetic girl on the couch, but the only girl who could go by that -a tiny girl named Eleanor- was failing Art Class as well.

It's hopeless, he thinks, I'll never figure this out...


She thinks it's funny how frustrated he is.

She never saw his face on Friday when he probably found her gift, but she sees him looking at it the next Monday. He'll stare at it, and after a few minutes his face will scrunch up in frustration. Then he'll fold it up again and shove it back into his pants pocket. She has no clue why it's so entertaining, but it is.

Maybe she's a sadist...

No, definitely not. It's just nice to see him something other than upset or angry. The way his face 'scrunches' as she said before is something different. Almost like a mix of 'I smelled something gross' and 'deep breath in as I rub my temples'. If you saw it, you would laugh too. She doesn't though, because then he might notice her, and she really doesn't want him to. That would ruin it all. Especially the amusing sight of him trying so hard to figure out which 'L' she is.

Even if Steve asked around nobody was going to give out her name. Nobody in school knows her by her first name, not even the teachers. They call her by the last name her 'Mother' gave her, Romancek, but even then none of them call on her in class. She's practiced blending in, so they never really remember that she's there.

She loves it.


Tuesday is basically the same as Monday.

Steve gets nowhere in his quest to find her, and she watches him while stifling her quiet chuckling.

They don't have any classes together besides P.E, which is divided by gender, and Art. So when she notices him looking around the Art room -he's definitely checking out everyone's artistic skills- with his eyes as he pretends to search for a seat, she sneakily stashes her sketchbook in her bag and exchanges it for a scrap of paper she'd sketched an old tree on yesterday. It isn't as good as her portraits of people...

Not that it really matters.

He doesn't even bother coming to the back of the class, where she's currently seated. He just takes a seat on the other side of the room, in the row before hers. Her shaky sigh of relief is let out mentally, just in case he can hear her.

P.E. ends up a disaster though. Not because Steve figures anything out, but because she has to spend some 'alone time' with him in the Nurse's office. He apparently took a basketball to the face, courtesy of Billy Hargrove the dickhead. He takes a seat in one of the chairs off to the side with a towel pressed under his nose. She takes the bed, laying down because her head is throbbing and she can still see little particles in the air. She was knocked over during a game of Volley Ball. Ended up with some awesome -note the sarcasm- friction burns on her knees and the palms of her hands, plus a nice red spot on her forehead caused by the floor. That'd been so much fun.

At least it wasn't on purpose. The girl who knocked her over genuinely apologized and helped her off the floor, then lead her to the Nurse and explained what happened before she went back. She even smiled and waved before she left the room.

Now they're alone together. The Nurse left a few minutes to get some ice from the freezer in the Staff Room. She needed a lot apparently, considering they both had wounds that required something cold to stop swelling. She groans and curls in on herself. The splitting headache is one thing, but her knees and hands feel like they're on fire, and to top it all off: she has cramps.

Today blows, she thinks bitterly.

There's a loud rattling noise, then a squeak, and finally the sound of a pill bottle being shaken. She turns away from the wall to find Steve at the drug cabinet. No more bloody towel against his face. A bottle in one hand as he shakes a couple pills into the other. He caps it and puts it back, then turns to her and comes over with his hand held out.

"Tylenol. It'll help." He tells her with a small smile.

She sits up and holds out a hand so he can drop the pills into it, then downs them. She doesn't need water, she just wants the pain gone. When they're down, she looks up and smiles at him with a nod, her version of a 'thank you', before laying back down. She listens as he closes the cabinet, then sits back down in his weird-sound-making plastic chair.

See, he did change for the better. Though she's sure it's something he still would have done back in his 'King' days, only because nobody would see him being a big softy towards one of the weird kids with the door closed.

Maybe her wipe-out wasn't so bad after all.

The cramps are though...


I've decided to go slow with this one.
I planned out a full week (in the story) for this, with the real dates of December 1984 and everything, 'cause I'm a dork like that.
So updates will probably be short and I'm not sure how quickly they'll come, but they'' get here eventually.

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