December 15th, evening time. Hopper's cabin.
"Ugh, El you're so beautiful!" I chime, fixing a few stray hairs for her. She's wearing a blue dress with red accents, minimal make up and I've done her hair. The dress I bought brand new for her once the Chief gave the okay to let her attend the Snow Ball dance. She's nervous but I've spent a lot of time ensuring her that tonight will go great. "Mike is going to be surprised as hell. I've kept it a secret since it was a last minute decision and okay from Hopper."
"Do you think he will ask me to dance?" she asks.
"Well, it is a dance… so probably. Just let him lead. Everyone else will be concentrating on how they're dancing, that you don't have to worry about pressure. Just go and have fun." I tell her while applying a small amount of lip gloss on her lips.. "Besides, Mike will be too caught up in how pretty you are that he's bound to trip over his own feet."
She giggles. "I want to dance then."
I laugh, giving her a thumbs up and stepping back. "All done. Let's go show the old man." I wink dramatically making her laugh before opening her bedroom door. Hopper is sitting at the table smoking, and tapping his hands to the music he has playing. "Voila!" I announced, moving from the doorway and bowing to show off Eleven.
His eyebrows raise to his hairline and he stands up, surveying the little lady in front of him. "The dress… it's nice." He says a bit awkwardly. "Uh… you all ready to go?" he asks, nodding at the door. "I think it's already started…"
"Yep, at 8 actually. But the best people always arrive on their own time." I wink at El next to me, earning a smile. The Chief chuckles gruffly, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair and keys off the table. I hand El one of the old jacket's I gave to her recently and grab mine on the way outside, trailing after Hopper. El uses her abilities to lock the door behind us as we make our way to our vehicles. "I'll see you guys there." I tell them. "I'm stopping by to see Dustin. Apparently he's going to look really spiffy and I have to see it for myself." Little Daring is growing up, far too fast like the others...
"Alright kid. I'll be around until curfew if you want some company... but I'm guessing you're going to be with the Harrington doofus though. Right?" He offers, stopping next to my car as El climbs into his trailblazer nearby.
I laugh, "You're correct. I bet it doesn't matter who I choose to hang out with, you'll probably think they're a doofus either way, huh?"
"This one especially. Ain't a fan of his father either." He mentions, opening the door for me.
"That makes two of us."
"You bring that camera we were talking about?" he asks.
"I'll take a few pictures while I'm there and get the copies for you. Let's make sure to get one of the two of you together as well." I note while climbing into the driver seat. He nods, telling me to drive safe and shutting the door once I'm fully inside my car. The roads out this way are especially dark this time of year, so I proceed with his caution. The twenty minute drive into town is quiet. I tune out the radio playing in the background and focus on the road as the past two weeks play in my mind. A lot has changed in so little time.
The first being the biggest change. I will officially be moving in with the Hoppers by Christmas. After spending the Sunday a few weeks ago with the Chief and Eleven, everything fell into place. The room is in the midst of being put up by Hopper, El and myself on weekends. We have had a lot of fun in the time spent together and it's the happiest I felt in a while. What's that saying?; "family doesn't necessarily mean blood." Or something along those lines.
Another change would be my grandmother's departure. After spending the majority of the year here after her mother's passing, she has returned to Maine. She offered me the small house, however I refused. Like I said, far too many memories of Dad and I echo in the walls and I can't live there… at least not yet. Still, she signed the property over to me and bid me to do what I'd like with it. It will be mine on the day of my 18th birthday, so I figured I will maintain it until I decide if I should rent it out, or sell it. She left this morning wanting to spend the holidays and Christmas with my grandfather. They've been apart for a long time, I'm happy they will be reuniting.I turned down joining them in Maine for that as well, choosing to remain here and spend it with my ragtag family. Either way, now I have a house that I can't sleep in due to unresolved emotional trauma, but hey, I'm almost a home owner.
Speaking of sleeping, I've spent my nights on the pullout couch at the cabin or passing out in El's room with her. I recently brought my tv over and we spend most nights watching movies and hanging out. Honestly, I loved being a big sister to the boys, but being a big sister to a girl is way better. We see eye to eye more often, we can talk about boys and she loves chick flicks. Hopper was right about her being good for me… about us being good for each other. Speaking of, he has a lot to work on as a parent, but he's doing good for a single Dad… especially if you compare him to my own. Completely different in everyway other then wanting the best for their daughters… El is that for Hopper. He can never replace my own, but he's been a great deal of help. I can see myself looking up to him as something of he sort as well,. In time of course.
Anyway, I arrive at the school and park my car into the half full lot. I make sure to grab the camera from the passenger seat and wait outside for the other two. I smoke a cigarette by the time they arrive, watching as they finally pull up and park next to me. "Let's get a picture of you two and then we can head inside together Enchantress." I say as they get out of the truck and lead the way towards the entrance. I end up taking a few shots of the two before leading El into the building and Hopper remains outdoors. She looks a bit nervous trailing a step behind me, so I stop her at the gym entrance and smile down at her. "It's going to go great El. Once you find Mike you'll forget about the rest."
"Right. Find Mike." She nods, so I let her enter on her own. Hoping to catch a great photo from this angle, and following a few seconds later to see them meeting up on the sidelines. Quickly, I catch the perfect moment; they look at each other like there's no one else on the room. I smile hoping it comes out just right, once I develop it. I'll give it to her for Christmas in a frame. I'm sure she will love it.
"Hey!" a voice calls out nearby, making me jump. "No outside cameras." I laugh recognizing Jonathan's voice before meeting his eyes across the room.
"What you going to do about it punk?"
He rolls his eyes and chuckles while stepping away from the photo space set up as I head his way. "Guess I can't do much since you're going to be a deputy huh?"
"Nope. I'm the law now buddy, I do what I want, when I want." I joked stopping next to him. "How's volunteering going? Enjoying the awkward pre teen atmosphere or what?"
He snorts. "I don't miss middle school in the least."
"Neither do I Byers. I had braces till 9th grade and repelled everyone except you and the kids." 5 years of braces by the way.
"That's not true; the teachers liked you too. You were the best student, remember?" He says wittily.
I poke him in the side hard and making him dodge away before I could do it again. Smartass. "Ohhh how times have changed. Now I'm somewhat attractive with average grades... yet still awkward as hell." I admit, earning a snort while peering around the gym for the party. Max and Lucas dancing together, Mike and El doing the same. Will with an unknown girl as well... At last, I spot Nancy and Dustin not far off. Oh my god, this is adorable. I raise my index finger at Jonathan making him pause before he could say whatever comment he had lined up and stroll away. I get close enough to zoom in and take a photo of the dancing pair. Another one I'll need to frame. "He wasn't kidding about looking spiffy." I giggled to myself, watching Dustin grin at the Wheeler girl. Steve definitely had input on the hair, I muse while taking a few photos of the rest of the party. Unknown to them of course.
I turn back towards Jonathan and find him attending to a few other kids wanting their pictures taken. I watch as his eyes peer at Nancy who is still dancing with Dustin as another song starts up. I wonder if I should cut in… everyone looks happy and caught up; why interrupt them? Besides, the actual person I want to see isn't here anyway. I sigh, running my fingers through my hair and leaving the way I came. I'm in my car a minute later and pulling out of the parking lot to head over to the Harrington's. I hum along to Bowie while driving and wondering if Steve's parents are home... It's not that I can't be mature and play off how much I don't like Mr. Harrington.. but if I have the choice to avoid the situation I'd prefer that route instead. The large house enters my sight a few songs later. The lights are on and there are cars parked along the curb outfront. Steve's car is in the driveway next to his father's Corvette, meaning he's home. He never said anything about a party, meaning it's probably his parents friends. I glance down at the dark green button up dress and tights I have on; figuring I'm dressed appropriately if I'm forced into the house. Hopefully not though... I rather go somewhere else. I groan, wanting to have a cigarette but forcing myself out of the car and leaving the pack behind. Giving myself reason to escape outside later if need be. I tuck my keys into my coat pocket and head to the front door. I hear Christmas music playing inside as I climb up the steps and knock quickly. If I didn't, I would of changed my mind and been in the car on my way back to the dance by now. I see a reflection through the blurred glass, dark hair and taller. Hoping it's my friend who answers to save me from unwanted conversations. Thank you God, I sigh as Steve's face comes into sight as he opens the door.
He grins widely, "I knew I could count on you to come through."
I raise an eyebrow, returning the smile. "You were hoping I would show up and save you from this party?"
His grins falters and he begins to look guilty. "Well…."
Of course. "You were hoping I would show up so that you don't have to suffer this entire evening on your own."
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "You still have the chance to get out of here… but, you should know I'd do it for you." He adds.
Rolling my eyes, I step forward and give him a determined look. "When a party member requires help, you lend them it. I'd never abandon you to the vultures." I winked, referring to the older folks inside.
"You're a life saver, you know that right?"
"Yeah, yeah. So what are we going for here? Am I to play the role of clueless and mourning young lady? Or should I just be myself and outwit all the stuffy old bastards?" I whispered, slowly removing my jacket and taking off my shoes. I raise a playful eyebrow at Steve whose studying me with a loosided smile. "Maybe smartass young lady in mourning?" I wink.
He laughs. "Definitely the last. Everyone loves a good sob story around Christmas time."
"True. How do I look? Nothing I'll get ridiculed about in there?" I asked somewhat nervous, smoothing out the dress and running my hand through my hair quickly.
He studies me again, reaching forward and pulling somenhair over my shoulder before dropping his hand. "Anyone who has the guts to ridicule you is just asking for trouble; whether it be your words or my fists."
I grin. "I'll take that as a, 'yes, you look great. Smokin' hot even.'" I say, mimicking his voice pretty well.
His mouth hangs open at my attempt to mock him. "I figured you already knew..." He says, clearing his throat and looking a bit embarrassed now.
I hum, motioning for him to lead. "Well then, shall we sir." I wink, throwing him off as I push him forward to enter the wolves den first. I take a deep breath and find my inner peace. I can do this. If I'm going to follow in Hopper's steps, I need to be able to handle a crowd of rich stuck up assholes... and as a women it'll be more challenging. Will they get past the 5'4, 125lbs, blonde exterior? Probably not; but I'll consider it an advantage. The least they expect of me the more loose lipped and easier they are to get a read of. Once Steve steps to the left and out of my way, I see a somewhat crowded room. 12 with us now. All women, Steve's mother included. Their husbands must be somewhere else. Luck is on my side once again.
"Danielle, it's nice to see you." Steve's mothers voice calls out. "Steve mentioned you might come by. Come and let me introduce you to some of our friends." Mrs. Harrington says, sauntering up to us. "Steve honey, get the lady a drink of punch. It's Sarah's special recipe. A huge hit at any Christmas party." She tells us while putting her hand between my shoulder blades and guiding me towards a group of women. Most in their thirties and up. They appraise me as approach them. Two are definitely sisters. Both clad in expensive jewellery, eyes tracing over my silhouette.
Another is an older women, quite beautiful still in her age. Regal and serious however; obviously the brain and head of the group of ladies. I bet no one dares to step on her toes. I assume she is the bosses wife too. "My, my. You're quite a beauty aren't you?" she remarks as I come to a stop in front of her.
"Thank you, miss?" I reply, earning a laugh from her. I smile in return.
"A sense of humor too. You don't get that often in the younger generation." She quips, raising her drink at me. It throws me off. She's not what I expected at all…. maybe she's drunk? "Tell me, what's a girl like you doing at a party with all these old snobs?" she wonders. I hear a snort behind me and want to look back to see Steve's face knowing it was him.
"Mom!" Mrs. Harrington chides. I raise my eyebrows, completely surprised. This is Steve's Grandma?
"What? I'm sure there's something much more riveting she could be doing instead of this." She points out. 'Why don't you and my grandson sneak off to the bar or go bowling." The older women suggests as Steve appears at my shoulder and hands me the glass of punch. I take a drink hoping it's spiked. "Maybe go park at shag creek or whatever it's called nowadays." I choke on the heavily liquored punch. Holy shit.
Steve laughs, "Grams, you're going to give Mom a heart attack." I glance over noticing the appalled expression on his mother's face. I giggle sipping at the drink again.
"What? You think I'm going to scare her away Julia?" Grandma Steve snorts. "If my asshole of a son in law didn't do it, I doubt I will."
I choke again, thrown off guard for a second time. Steve taps on my back, so I smile at him in gratitude. "She's right Mom. Besides, Danny is tough. I've seen her handle a hundred times worst than Dad on a bad day." He tells his Mom who watches the two of us.
My heart leaps at the words of praise, making me want to kiss him.He doesn't even realize how much it effects me. I'm sure my face gives away some tell; especially to a women who knows what go look for. I ignore her blatant stare, focusing on the grandmother instead. "Well, I for one would enjoy bowling but Hawkins is fresh out of that. But, if there's a deck of cards or dice lying around, we can get this party started." I grin at her, hoping to actually have some fun.
Instantly she lights up, "finally! A good idea... I was wondering when someone would suggest something other then gossiping and drinking." Motioning at Steve and I. "Why don't you two find us what we need then."
"Okay grams." He agrees and guides me towards the stairway with his hand on my lower back. "I have a set of cards in my room. Dice are in the basement though…" he hesitates surveying the door leading down there. Deeper voices echoing from below. Probably his father with the remaining guests playing poker. Steve showed me the fancy table during one of the nights I spent here over the past month. There is also a fridge for beer and bachelor pad area setup for nights like this. "I'll go grab those. The cards should be on the desk… don't snoop around either." He states, eyeing me before disappearing down the stairs.
I quickly head up, taking two steps at a time. Now, now, what could he be hiding… porn? A sick fetish? Cold hard cash? Candy? The last one enticed me enough to inspect the room as I stepped inside. Damn sweet tooth. I scan the desk for the cards and see them right away. I move to grab them as I survey the rest of the room and notice no obvious difference since the last time. Maybe he was just teasing… wait; it's Christmas time and he's asked me not snoop. He's hiding Christmas presents! Wow Danny, a little slow on the uptake… must be the vodka in the punch. Loving the holiday far too much to ruin it, especially by looking at what could potentially be a gift for me, I turn around exiting the room. As I cross the hall for the stairs, Steve nearly crashes into me rounding the corner in a rush but just manages to halt. I laugh, tilting my head back to look up at him as he hovers, "you come up here to check on me?" I question slowly.
He chuckles, playing it off with a shrug. "Of course not. Just uh, making sure you found the cards."
"Sure, sure. Don't worry, I just grabbed them and left immediately. I didn't search for the present you got me."
"What?" he falters, shocked. "How'd you know then?"
I raise my eyebrow, "asking someone not to snoop, after they've spent the past few weeks sleeping in your room, kind of makes it obvious you're hiding something." I snicker at his exasperated expression. 'Also, the fact that it's Christmas time besides, it didn't take all that much for me to piece it together. I'm just glad you're not hiding some freaky fetish."
"Hey. Hey. Hey. Do I look like that type of guy?" he asks.
I shrug, "it's usually the ones you least expect."
"If that's true, what's yours?"
"Guys in uniform." I state with a smile and surprising him with my fast response.
"Is that the real reason you're becoming a deputy?" he asks with a smirk, clearly kidding around.
I snort. "It's actually because I'll look hot in the uniform; I'm completely deciding my future on that entirely."
He thinks about it before shrugging. "You're not wrong."
"I definitely need to get a pair of aviators too. I'm pretty sure it's a law that all officer's own a pair." I say, bullshitting him.
"What! Not a chance is that true." He squints at me in disbelief.
I shrug, not admitting anything. "Well then, shall we?" I motioned for the stairs,
He nods, stepping back to let me go down first. "'I've got six dice... is that enough?" he inquired from behind.
"Not for what I have in mind. I got some in the car anyway so I'll go grab them."
"You have dice in your car?" he mutters confused.
I glance at him over my shoulder, "I'm a dungeon master. I've got an endless supply."
"Right. That game you dorks love so much uses all kinds of dice." He recalls, following me to the front door.
"Dustin would be devastated that you're calling it a game…" I point out, putting on my shoes and grabbing my keys from my coat. "Speaking of, he looked really handsome tonight. The hair came out great. You'll need to see the picture I got of him and Nancy dancing. Ugh it was so magical. I'm going to add that one to an album I've been working on." I rambled opening the door and breathing in the night. He follows after me as I step into the crisp air outside, happy to get the chance to prepare for a long night with all those women. I could of stayed at the dance and hung out with the others there.. or at least joined Hopper in the parking lot to keep an eye out. Yet here I am; again... with Steve... I glance at him from the corner of my eye to see his brows furrowed and mouth downcast at the mention of his ex girlfriend. Even if he doesn't return the feelings I have for him, we're still good friends and I enjoy our time together. I rather have that then nothing. I can't be bitter about him not feeling the same way. That would be childish and petty... it still sucks though... However, Dad would be proud that I'm growing up and accepting things I can't change...
"They danced?" he murmurs next to me as I stroll to the trunk of my car and open up the hatch. I hum in response, digging through the box of DD stuff I retired there. I grab 12 more six sided di as Steve reaches inside and under the blanket next to the box. "The hell is under here?" he pries ar the lump and proceeds to pull out a Remington 870. His eyes are wide as he sets them on me. "Shit. When did you get this?"
"Recently." I shrug. "I'm a good shot too. Been practicing with targets." I admit while walking around to the driver side and ducking into the car to grab the pack of cigarettes I left there. I return to where he's still standing raising the gun and checking it out.
"Really? Why haven't I been invited to try it then?" he pouts, lowering the weapon.
"Hopper said he'd only let me keep it if I promised no one else shoots it." I inform him while lighting up a smoke.
He scoffs, replacing the weapon and covering it back up. "S'not loaded right?"
"Definitely not. The bullets are in the driver door for safety precautions and all that."
"Right. Right. Right…" he says scanning my face slowly. "You really don't think it's over."
"I'm a cynic."
He holds his hand out for the cigarette and I oblige, our fingers brushing as he takes it from me to take a hit. "I don't see how. The gate is closed and El is never going to open it up again. We're safe."
"It's not Eleven I'm worried about." I breath, watching him. "It's the people who gave her a number for a name that scare me. People like that... the ones who have the money and power get away with so much shit." I chew on my bottom lip momentarily. "What they did and what they opened was both atrocious and wondrous at the same time Steve." I say as he returns the nicotine stick. "The power and unknown potential of the Upside down is dangerous and powerful... Innocent people always end up dying for power; and I don't think that the gate being closed is enough. People other then us know about everything that's happened. Which pretty much means that there will always be a threat."
He runs his hand through his hair, eyes remaining locked on me. "What if they let it be and nothing ever comes from it again? Maybe they learned their lesson." He offers. I roll my eyes in obvious disagreement. "Okay... Right... Then we pretend for the kids sake." He tries again. Ugh, bringing the kids into this. I glance away. "After everything, we all want to live normal lives, right? Shouldn't we try... or at least pretend to, for them?" he ends.
"You are a big softie for those rascals, huh?" I tease, changing the mood entirely before taking one last haul and stomping the bud out on the pavement. A smile marring my face as I wink at him.
"No. No. No. I'm not soft." He denies. "I just think they need a cooler older brother type for guidance."
"They've had Jonathan." I note.
He scoffs. "Pfft. Byers? I said cool Danny."
"Right. Lucky for them." I drawl with a hint of sarcasm. "Anyway, I guess I can let it go… at least until I'm full time for Hawkins police. That way I'll get paid for snooping around and keeping an eye out. Win, win." I decide, letting him lead the way back into his house.
"So… you're going to hide the fact that you're paranoid and a little unhinged from everyone; ultimately becoming the younger female version of Hopper?" he says holding the door for me as usual.
"Basically."
He laughs following me inside. "At least you have a plan for the future. I'm going to end up becoming my Dad if college doesn't pan out." A hint of bitterness in his voice.
"You don't need college to be successful Steve. And you certainly don't need to follow in your Dad's footsteps either." I tell him. "There's a million different opportunities and chances for us when we graduate. If you're responsible and save enough money you can start a business, move somewhere new, travel.." I point out as I remove my outerwear while watching him take his shoes off next to me. "High school isn't the end. We're 18; we have how many years to figure shit out? Life is just beginning, so time to cheer up Harrington."
He raises his eyebrow and observes me. "You're the one with a gun in the trunk expecting the worst. I'll cheer up once you do."
"Touché." I grin, turning around and leaving him behind. I join the party again in the main room, him along side me a few seconds later.
Immediately we draw the attention of the others. "About time youngsters. You two sneak off for a few minutes to kiss under the mistletoe hung out front?" Grandma Steve teases.
I snicker at Steve's stunned expression and save him by showing them the dice. "Had to grab these from my car. Didn't have enough for bunco. We have 18 now, so we do three stations with groups of four, teams of two. Least amount of points by the end of each round drinks."
"Oooh, Bunco! What a great idea." One of the other women chime in.
"I'll get some paper and pencils for everyone." Mrs. Harrington says, heading upstairs. More then likely to her husbands study where he keeps a lot of work materials; envelopes, paperwork, writing tools and the such.
"We can put two stations at the kitchen table and the other at the one in the living room. Enough spots for everyone to sit down that way." Steves grandmother chimes. "Why don't you all begin removing the food from the table and placing it on the kitchen counters." Grandma H. motions to the others who makie haste and do as she bids. "Now Steve, pour your lady friend another punch and join us at station 1." She settles. "Oh, and please put on something better for music dear. If I have to listen to another version of Silent Night, I'll drink myself into a coma." His grandmother orders while nodding for me to follow her. I wink at Steve over my shoulder and stick my tongue out as he rolls his eyes complying with her wishes.
"So clearly I don't have to explain the rules to you Mrs. O'Riley, right?" I ask as I sit on one of the free chairs; fter pulling one out for her of course. Steve's mother's maiden name is O'Riley, so I believe I'm correct in the assumption. She is the wealthy side of their family. Steve's father married his mother and landed a job in her father's company shortly after. Amazing money, benefits, free travel.
She laughs, placing herself next to me and grabbing three dice. "Never had any arcade games or whatever you kids do for fun now back in my time. Dice, cards and old fashion games are ingrained in these old bones girl."
Led Zepplin begins to play in the background and I raise my eyes to find Steve walking away from the music player; he's carrying our punch and strolling towards us. He grins when he catches my eye. "So… what the hell is bunco?"
"Steve, language." His mother warns while appearing again with the needed materials.
"Sorry mom." He says sheepishly. Definitely more of a mamas guy then.
"It's a dice game. 6 rounds total. You roll for the number of the round you're in." I begin. "So in round 1 you roll for 1s. You keep rolling as long as you get the number needed for points and then pass to your partner across from you when you don't. Three of a kind with the round number is a bunco, which is 21 points and ends the round once the head table gets it ringing the bell. Otherwise you have to call out bunco to collect the 21 points and can continue rolling until you receive no points. Three of another kind is a mini bunco earning 5 points. Loosing team takes a drink and moves tables. You'll get the hang of it quickly." I explain fully to him as he hands me the glass of liquored punch.
"Cool. We're partners right?"
"Of course. Fair warning before we get started.. I'm slightly competitive when it comes to this game." I say to him in a hush as everyone collects a piece of paper and pencil from Mrs. Harrington.
He scrutinizes me. "I've never seen you get competitive since we've known each other…"
"That's not true. I felt pretty competitive when it came to knocking Billy from King to peasant." I remind him. "Speaking of, I still haven't claimed my favor."
"Damn... I forgot about that. You got something in mind?" he wonders.
I smirk mischievously, "I'll let you know. Anyway, get to your seat. We have some asses to kick." I order, motioning for him to get moving.
He laughs and run his fingers through his hair. "Competitive and bossy. You didn't warn me about that." He says, stepping back and dodging by a few of the women still lingering as they chatted. He proceeds past them to sit beside his grandmother and now across from me. Then he raises the glass in his hand at me and smirks.
"You know... you have a tendency to linger and gab non stop, so sometimes I've got to give you a bit of direction." I say in a teasing tone and raising my glass to clink his in victory as his grin falters.
"She has a point. Most men have that same problem, so nothing to stress about dear." His grandmother cuts in.
I laugh and nod in agreement. "She gets it. She's dealt with men twice as long as I've had."
"Triple the length you mean." Mrs. O'Riley corrects me. "But if you're trying to earn brownie points, you're doing great dear." She winks at me and turning to Steve. "I like this one. Good sense of humor, cute, can handle her drink. Try to keep her around." She advises him, his eyes shifting to mine. He looks like he's about to say something, until his mother joins us. She sits next to her son, leaving her as her mother's partner and across from me too.
"Well then, ring the bell Mom. Let's show these kids up." Mrs. Harrington says. Her mother complies ringing the bell and starting the first round.
Steve freezes, a little lost, so I grab the dice and roll. Two 1s right off the bat, so I mark two points and continue rolling. I grin, rolling another 1; another point. Then I roll out, sliding them over to Steve now. He rolls, catching on and getting a point so I mark it off for us. Then he rolls out. "Shit." He says.
"Steve." His mother warns, making him roll his eyes while giving the dice back to me. I manage to get a mini bunco and another point before passing the dice back to Steve. The round continues on for a few minutes, a few buncos called and collected around the room. Finally Steve rolls a bunco at our table, calling it. Then he rolls again, earning no 1s' so his grandmother rings the bell. Every team calls out points, Steve and I not last, yet not in the lead either. One of the other teams take the drink and then we switch tables, ending up with the older pair of sisters at the third station.
"The young Mr. Harrington." The shorter one with longer hair and more jewellery smiles at my friend. Then her eyes slide to me, "and you are Miss. Newby, correct?" she asks, her smile as fake as her nose.
"That's right." I smile with practice ease and then dismiss her to meet Steve's eyes. "Round 2. That's your number." I say earning a grin from my partner. "Let's win this." I state before sliding the dice to him. "Your start too." Perfectly timed as the bell rings, making him grab the dice quickly. This time he doesn't hesitate to roll as the other teams begin the round. His number comes up twice in a row in doubles, earning four points until having to pass to me. I get another point and roll out letting him continue the game as I take a drink of punch. He gets a mini bunco before rolling out and letting me go. Three 2s' are rolled, "Bunco!" I call out surprised, rolling again and getting two more points. A few more turns and points later, the head table calls out Bunco and we end up with more points then the old hag sisters. In a hurry Steve and I ditch them, heading towards the second table.
"I'll grab some more punch. You start since you rolled Bunco last round." Steve informs me, taking my empty glass and mouthing good luck as he backs away. He stops at his mother's table too, offering to refill their drinks on his way. I can't help but smile softly. Always a gentleman. Well not always... he becomes a jerk when he's jealous and reckless when he's mad... but everyone has their flaws... I push people away and abuse alcohol...
"My my. I thought Nancy Wheeler was pretty, but you sweetheart, are stunning." I turn to the table, eyeing both women sitting there. Ah. These have to be Steve's aunts. The family resemblance remarkable; face wise anyway. More sisters... Just these one's are his mothers... All beautiful too; though stature completely different. One a bit heavier with a much brighter smile and good feeling to her. The other, clearly the oldest of the three and also quite eccentric with a knitted Christmas sweater and glass of brandy. She peers over my face, eyebrows raising in interest. "You resemble your mother… and your aunt too. You know she's a good friend of the family… your aunt I mean. Not your mother; she's more of an acquaintance I suppose."
I pull the chair between them out and lower myself on it, keeping my expression steady. "That's for the best. Mom was never really good at anything. Especially family or friends."
The heavier one's smile falters, but remains as she puts a hand on my shoulder. I'm a little weary, but wait for whatever words she's sure to say. "Your mother was never very bright sugar. Leaving you and your father is a mistake she'll come to realize someday. What she has now will never replace you, so don't ever forget that…" She sips at her drink pausing, "and never let her." she advises me.
"Make her pay for turning her back on family." The older one chimes in, drawing my attention. Not at all what I expected… but I should have, considering I've met their mother.
I chuckle, "Would telling everyone I know that she's dead to me count as payment?" They both laugh and nod just as Steve returns, handing me my glass and sitting next to the younger aunt.
He looks between us, raising an eyebrow at me. "You're not over here telling any inappropriate jokes, right?"
I feign shock, "I would never. Your aunts could relay it back to your mother and she may forbid you from seeing me again." Before he can comment, his grandmother rings the bell and the game continues into round three.
In the end, we play a total of two games; Steve and I winning the first surprisingly and his aunts winning the second. It's nearing midnight and I am feeling pretty good sitting next to Steve at the table as we play a game of gin with his aunts, grandmother and mother. The doorbell rings, making us halt our current conversation and glance at one another. Steve stands up before his mother can, telling us he'll be right back and leaving to go check the door. "Late to be joining the party now. Most of the guests have left." I point out. "Though the best remain obviously." I add drunkenly, smiling at the others.
"Ain't that the truth my girl!" Aunt Jemma bellows, the drunkest of us all. The brandy she took down, impressive as hell. Twice of what I did a few weeks ago.
Mrs. Riley raises a glass, "to the best then." All of us cheers, oblivious to the new comers trailing behind Steve.
"Oooh, what are we drinking too?" A new voice asks.
Mrs. Harrington's' eyebrows shoot up as she looks over my shoulder. "Maggie!" she smiles, face lighting up… Aunt Maggie? "Marie… you're here too."
My face falls as Steve's mother gets up to greet the new guests. No. No. I refuse to acknowledge that she is here. My lip in between my teeth and my shoulders tense as I begin to plan my escape. I need to go. I need to get out of here. Get up, walk past the bitch, get my stuff and go. I stand quickly, gripping the table tightly as I gather my nerves. She hasn't said anything yet. She hasn't realized I'm here. She doesn't know my car, she hasn't seen my face and she's distracted. I dodge around Steve fast and almost knock him off balance as I stumbled due to intoxication. Luckily he grips my waist to steady us as I dive towards the front door still and dragging him along with me. "Danny- what the hell?" he manages to get out when I grab my boots and begin to put them on.
"Danielle?" dammit. I ignore her, finishing with my shoes and searching the rack for my jacket. Either I'm drunk or everything was shifted around as people left throughout the evening. "Danielle. Please, can we talk for a minute."
Still I ignore her existence, finally tracking down my coat, taking it and pushing past Steve as he stands there watching the scene unfold. I don't see his expression as I open the doors and exit the house. I certainly don't hesitate as she calls out again for me, going down the steps and along the path until I'm on the road. I can't drive. But I got my keys and can go to my grandmother's.. or well, technically my house now I guess. The walk will take 40 minutes but I'm drunk, so the cold is nothing and it's not like the dark scares me anymore. My pace is somewhat fast hoping she doesn't follow me. I search my pockets for my addiction, finding what I need and feeding it. I'm halfway done the cigarette when I hear steps approaching at a jog, knowing that it's definitely not her since she was wearing heels. Steve being the only logical guess at this point in time. I stop and turn to him, waiting as he catches up.
"I'm an idiot Danny.. I never realized that was your mom. Shit. I'm sorry." He mutters, angry at himself. "If I had known, I would of made her and Maggie wait at the door while I got you out of there."
"Maggie is my aunt, you know that right?" Realization crosses his face, and then embarrassment. "You don't remember much from when we were little, huh? Up until we were 6 I would attend your birthdays with her." I recall, smiling at the thought of tiny Steve.
He thinks about it, "you use to wear your hair in pigtails… with green ribbons tied in. That was you."
"I miss those… Suzy Drew ripped them out in third grade and cut them up during recess." I recall, nodding for him to keep walking towards town.
He looks appalled, "Man what a bitch."
"To think, she was your first girlfriend." I tease.
"How do you remember that? It was like, 6th grade and we dated for a week… we never even kissed." He says.
I shrug, inhaling some more smoke, "I was invisible for years. You tend to pay attention to a lot when no one pays attention to you." My words illicit a silence between us. The sounds of our breathing, footsteps and the nature around us taking over for a few minutes. I lose myself in my thoughts while finishing off the nicotine stick and staring up at the sky as we walk the dark road, lit only by the full moon.
"Are we going to your grandmother's?" he wonders, breaking the quiet.
"Technically we're going go my house… she signed it over to me and left this morning. The paper work is official when I sign it on my eighteenth. But I have the keys already." I share, peering at his face instead of the stars now.
His mouth is agape. "Your Grandma gave you her house… and she's gone? You have your own place?" I hum, grinning slowly as he looks shocked. "Why the hell didn't you tell me? This is huge! You can pretty much do whatever you want now!" he beams, throwing his arms out.
"You're drunk." I snort. "It's just a house. An empty one besides."
"Exactly. Party time Newby! Weren't you saying something a while back about having a house warming?" he beckoned, now putting his arm around my shoulder and grinning. "New years would be a great choice. End and start the year partying together. Perfect right?"
I tilt my head back to look at him, "you trying to convince me to have a rager to bring in the new year?"
"Do I have to beg?" he pouts.
"That's a great idea. Get on your knees and tell me how amazing I am." I stop, motioning for him to do so with a smile on my face.
He laughs, pausing with me, "you're joking right?"
"Maybe."
He pulls away, facing me fully, "Steve Harrington does not beg."
"That's not true... I recall you begging for Nancy to open the door at the Byers the night we set fire to a Demogorgon."
His face falls, "that's completely different. She was my girlfriend and I screwed up bad."
"And what? I'm just your friend and can't ask you to beg for me to trash my house and deal with a bunch of asshole teenagers?" I point out, making him go quiet. "You really don't get why I hate most of the kids our age right? I was picked on, bullied and ridiculed by most of our peers… you included in case you don't remember."
"I remember… I was hoping you didn't, but obviously I'm an idiot because it's you." He says sheepishly, now running his hand through his hair. "I guess I thought you were over all that stuff. You always seem so adult like and mature that I figured it didn't matter what those jerks said before." He continues. "I didn't know how amazing you were back then… but now I do and I really don't know what I would do without you Danny."
I sigh, "I'm over what they said; I just don't see the point in inviting a bunch of people I don't like into my house. If I have a party it will consist of the people I actually like and want to be around. End and start the year with people I love." I explain. "That's what I've always done… Dad would want it that way and I'd hate to disappoint him in his after life too. He deserves some peace, ya know?"
"Yeah.. yeah.. you're right and I know that you are… it just sucks knowing I probably won't get to kiss anyone at midnight that way. I'll probably have to see Byers kiss Nancy too, so that's always shitty." He drawls in complaint.
I roll my eyes, "is that really all you can think about? You're suppose to kiss someone you plan on spending the year with for good luck and fortune; not just another girl at a party. That's what makes it special idiot."
"So.." he drawls again. "If I kissed you it would be good luck since we spend most of our time together anyway, right?" he asks, both of us standing in the middle of the road staring at one another.
Kiss me? He wants to kiss me again? I purse my lips before giving him a sly grin. "You seem to be finding countless ways to kiss me lately Harrington… something you want to tell me?"
He gets slightly nervous, shifting in place. "What? No. No. No. No. No. It's not like that." He splutters out, waving his hand around.
"So you just want to kiss me because it's convenient and there's no one else?" I ask, slightly crushed again inside. What's new?
Immediately he steps forward, nervousness gone as he closes some of the space between us. "Of course not.. I like you Danny; you're awesome in every way… and kissing you makes me feel good." He shares. Makes you feel good? "It's selfish and screwed up because here you are, beautiful and funny. Willing to put up with my stupidity and now my family somehow too…" he breaths, looking away from me. "And yet, in the back of my mind I still see Nancy.. still want her.. still love her even after she broke my heart."
Nancy... who makes him feel more than just good... fuck. "That favour you owe me…. I think I know what I want you to do." I decide sporadically, drawing his eyes again. He nods, waiting for it. "Don't kiss me at midnight on Newyears… find someone else to make you feel good Steve." His face falling at the words. I turn around, heading back in the direction of his parents house.
Thirty seconds pass by the time he says anything, still standing where I left him. "What are you doing? Your house is in the other direction." He calls out.
"I'm going to hash things out with my Mom. I'm done running away." I inform him as he catches up to me.
"You sure that's a good idea? I think you had a lot of punch and might not be thinking clear."
"It's the best idea I ever had actually. I'm pissed about a lot of stuff and who better to take it out on? Win win." I fumed, my pace fast and angry.
It's easy for him to keep up with his height advantage though. "I get that you're mad at her for how she treated you guys, but do you really want to deal with this right now?" he asks.
Scoffing, I can't help but pull out another smoke as I slow down to light it, eyes meeting his as he watches wearily. "Honestly the liquor is just the push I need to face her after all this shit Steve. I don't have my Dad here for moral support anymore. It's now or never." I maintain, thoughts going a mile a minute. What should I say to her? That she abandoned us completely? Left a note and disappeared with a man she fell in love with who wasn't my Dad. Didn't even attend his funeral where her grief ridden daughter stood on her own to bury her father. Shows up for a Christmas party with her sister, who also never made an effort to attend the funeral. Both can burn in hell. No; they deserve to be dragged into the Upside down by their legs and feasted on by the Demogorgon.
"You have me for support too..." Steve says, reaching out to take a haul of the cigarette too after stealing it from my fingers. "Since you're so smart and all, I thought you'd have picked up on that." He quips, making me smile at him. He returns it, along with the smoke. I could of sworn I was mad at him a minute ago. Damn you Steve and that stupid way you have with words. "I'm ready whenever you are." He nods at me and then his eyes scan ahead of us. Shit, we're already back at his house… I guess we never really went all that far, I muse glancing into the dark behind us and over my shoulder. Sighing, I take one last dose of nicotine and squish the bud into the fancy ashtray out front by the front door. Facing forward I straighten my shoulders while keeping a strong facade and take a deep breath as I open the door to go in first. Suddenly Steve tugs me back into his chest. Hugging me agaisnt him. We're close enough that his breath is warm next to my face. Punch strong in his breath. "I think you need this before going in there." He mumbles, refering to the hug and still holding me. I relish in the warmth and comfort of my friend. No longer angry about what was said earlier. I'm fortunate to have someone who genuinely cares... that's all that matters. Steve hesitates letting me go, still probably hoping I would turn back instead of entering his house. I remove my outerwear and take one last look at the guy I'm letting go of; feelings wise of course. He's my friend, only my friend here on out and I intend to keep my word. Tonight I move on from my mother and my personal feelings for Steve, start fresh tomorrow. Focus on the cop thing, being a big sister to El and getting through the rest of high school… "Danielle?" Steve draws me out of my thoughts. "We can still turn around." He murmurs, eyes looking back at the exit.
I shake my head. "I said I'm done running. I meant it." Turning away I leave the foyer and head for the main room. When I enter with Steve, the six women remaining are seated on the large sectional couch nursing a few drinks and chatting quietly. Immediately going silent at our return. I smile breaking the tension, "needed a cigarette and some fresh air." Steve remains quiet next to me.
"You smoke?" mother dearest asks having the nerve to look disappointed.
"Only since Dad died." I admit, watching her face fall and eyes downcast. She doesn't know what to say. "Occasionally I smoke pot and have sex too, in case you're wondering what I get up to these days." Informing her with a smirk. "I drink far too much as well. But hey, can't blame that one on his death. Alcoholism runs in the family right?" I continue ruthlessly, nodding to the drink in her hand. My aunt flabbergasted as my mother stays silent as I share some truths while moving closer to them to stand next to the couch. "How about you? Where's what's his face? Young, rich and handsome… don't tell me he realized you're a dried up old bat who can't find joy in anything other then the medication and liquor? Found a younger women maybe?" I quiz, looking down at her now.
"Danielle Newby!" Aunt Maggie stands up harshly, ugliness shining through her usual cool demeanor.
I don't flinch, raising an eyebrow at her in mock confusion. "Something the matter Maggie? I don't recall talking to you, so why you're interrupting my current conversation is beyond me…" I drawl. "I guess what my mother says about you is true. Can't just keep that larger then average nose out of others business, huh?" I swear I hear Steve's grandmother snort into her drink.
"Danielle, please." My mother says, regaining my attention. "If we could talk alone instead?" she pleads quietly.
"Why? Because you're ashamed of the truth? You don't want our dirty laundry aired I'm guessing, right?" I growl. "No. You abandoned me. Not just dad.. me." I hiss. "Then you leave me to stand at his funeral and give a eulogy on my own. Like he and I weren't a part of the last 20 years of your life. So no, you don't get that privilege." I articulate slowly, anger evident in my voice. "You're dead to me. Right here and now are the last words I'll ever say to you… just like you've pretended those years never existed, so will I. You will not be apart of my life from here on out, understand?" I articulate slowly to make her face twist in shame. "You won't attend my wedding, the birth of your grandchildren or any other important milestone in my life." I state, lowering myself to her level to peer into her face. "You hear me mother? Dead; just like he is. The only difference is I won't be at your funeral when it comes around. " I end, pushing back up and stepping away. "Merry Christmas ladies." I chime before turning back around. "I'll be taking my leave now Steve. Thank you for a memorable evening." I tell him as I exit once again. This time head high and hands steady. I can feel the alcohol lingering but the conversation along with the rage I felt washed away the drunkenness. At least I hope so, I thought, digging my keys from my coat as I put it on, shoes next.
"You can't drive." Steve says, coming up behind me.
"I make my own choices Steve." I remind him. "Besides, there's no way I'm staying here again. Especially tonight." He falters reaching for my keys. "Time to quit our drunken sleepovers anyway. I can't keep running to you when I have a nightmare, it's getting ridiculous…" I chuckle. "I'm an adult. Or at least I've been claiming to be, so sleeping alone shouldn't be so tough." And like I said, I'm letting those feelings for you go; spending then night with you in bed wouldn't be sticking to that, I mused as his face falls into contemplation. I grio the keys tighter in my hand and out of his reach, stepping back and opening the door. "I'll call you when I get home to let you know I'm alright. I'll see you around." I say with a final look. Leaving him standing in the foyer alone and closing the door behind me. Please just let me go. I'm mad, confused and angry. I want to be left to my own devices. The front door remains shut and no footsteps echo on the pavement behind me as I make it to my car uninterrupted. I unlock it and get in, starting it up after putting my seatbelt on.
The drive doesn't take long. There's no one on the roads as usual. Especially now that it's after midnight… I know I shouldn't be on the road, I berate myself as my grandmother's house enters my view. I park and climb out, swaying a bit and thank luck or whatever it is watching out for me, that I made it home. Emptiness and dead silence greet ne as I unlock and open the door. There are a few things missing that I notice right away; photos and other small trinkets that she must have packed up and brought with her back to Maine. Though the place still has more then enough photos of my family, minus my mother scattered across the tacky wall paper. I scan the living room deciding whether or not I want to sleep in a bed or on the sofa… "I should call Steve before I forget and pass out," I note out loud to myself as I cross the room to the kitchen. I pick up the phone and dial the right number, it rings just once as he answers with my name in form of a question. "Yeah, it's me Harrington. Now that you're assured of my safe return I'm going to make a grilled cheese and hit the hay. So I will talk to you later. Goodnight Steve."
"Right… Right. Right. Right…. Night then." He managed to get out just as I hang up.
Taking a deep breath I lean my head against the wall and close my eyes. Space is good. He's in love with Nancy and I can't keep getting hurt… dammit, I groan getting away from my inner workings and begin making some food. In the end, I spend another hour switching through the channels trying to rid myself of the heavy feeling in my stomach. Not sure if it's because of the confrontation with my mom, or how I left things with Steve… I never said anything to hurt him, but I also didn't say much either. And then I just left slightly inebriated after tearing a new one into my mother and abandoned him after. It was pretty shitty… not at all best friend material. I was angry and slightly jealous again at his confession of love for Nancy and let my emotions control me… which is how I ended up here in this empty house alone and bitter. I wonder if Hopper expected me home tonight… El probably wanted to talk about the dance too... tomorrow I'll make it up to her, I decide while laying back on the sofa and closing my eyes.
~~~~~
Meanwhile, back at the Harrington household..
The line goes dead; she hung up. "Fuck." Steve mutters. I screwed up… why did I have to say that crap about kissing her? She's definitely upset about that considering the favour she asked.
"Don't worry about it kid." His grandmother leans on the counter next to him while still holding a crystal of brandy. "She's smart like a whip that one and has a tongue like a knife.. And the temper... uncontrollable like fire. Which is why she left when she did... If she didn't, I believe her words would have been much worst."
"I'm glad they were directed at someone else instead of me. That's for sure." he sighs deeply, glancing towards Danielle's mom.
She hums in agreement. "She have a reason to direct some at you?" she wonders. "You know God only gives a man so many good women… you better smarten up before you run out of chances."
"She's my best friend… I'm not going to lose her over a few words grams." He says with conviction.
"People have lost a lot more over a lot less… remember that boy." She says, finishing off her drink and leaving the empty glass on the counter. "Clean that and put it away for your grandmother, would you? Then get some sleep.." she pauses, eyes peering at him seriously, "unless you plan on going after her? If not, a good nights rest is what a young man like you needs." She ends, rejoining her daughters and Danielle's family.
Steve does as she asked, finishing the small chore for his grandmother as he contemplates whether or not he should drive over to see Danny or go to bed… maybe let her have some space and then go over to see her in the morning instead? He ponders. Bring her Mack's for breakfast... then she'll forget about all that stuff that was said outside and things will be alright, he hopes. She was drunk and I let her drive home... I'm an idiot; what if she crashed her car? what if she had gotten hurt? or worst? He looks back towards the front door one last time before disappearing up the stairs to his bedroom to get some rest; ashamed and angry at himself for letting the one person who actually gives a shit, do something that could kill them.. or someone else potentially. She would of never let me walk out that door like that... fuck. fuck. He runs his hands through his hair, glancing at himself in the mirror. Here I was thinking I made progress in being a better friend... instead I made an ass of myself and hurt Danielle... "Steve Harrington you're the biggest moron ever," he chides himself, shaking his head and dropping down on his bed. His head hangs down in disappointment as he unclothes and lays back to stare at the ceiling. Here is this great girl who clearly likes you.. she's smart and funny besides... beautiful too... yet you can't move past your ex whose probably in bed with Jonathan Byers at the moment... like I said outloud a minute ago... I'm a moron.