House of Cards

by ApacheTearsx

I've always considered myself a normal teenager. Rebellious side? Check. Confusing feelings? Check. Family problems? Check... but now, government cover ups, an alternate world, and monsters? So, how did I, Danielle Newby, end up wielding my Dad's Anduril collectable as a lifeline? Well, it all started a few months ago when I got a phone call from a old friend. Slow burn OC/S.H

28. Chapter 26 Summer of Love

Warning: Mature themes.

Saturday July 6th, 1985.

Danny POV.

We're finally home.

After spending all yesterday with the U.S Army and government signing forms, being taped giving reports, details, and descriptions about what occurred. We were split apart, Eleven, the Wheelers, Byers and myself, everyone else taken to another room, where we listened painfully to Joyce explain what happened to Hopper, El and I crying while holding each other some more.

The grief of loosing Jim overwhelming in all the chaos and every one of my thoughts ending with multiple questions; why didn't I tell him I loved him, just in case? Could I have saved him if I had given Dustin Planck's constant sooner? If I had went instead of Joyce, maybe the Russian man wouldn't have got the better of Chief?

Anyway, with the cabin in shambles my house is our home now… though it feels too quiet and empty. An obvious missing piece from the picture. Hop, I hope you're with Dad having a beer. I'll take care of Jane and do everything in my nature to protect her here on out. Whatever's best for her. A promise I make to him and myself, quietly pouring a shot of liquor and throwing it back while watching my little sister slowly moves through the small home. Her bare feet tak her to the radio on the shelf, where she fiddles to turn it on and find static, tying the blindfold from off the coffee table over her eyes. I pour another as she attempts to use her powers, still unable to and ripping off the material in frustration.

"It's okay sis… you need more time to rest. How about showers, food and sleep. After that, we'll figure out a game plan."

"Game plan?"

"Mhm… we need to get our stuff from the cabin, haul it back here… then I have to figure out Hop's funeral."

"Oh…"

"The worst is over, but we still have a lot of shit days ahead of us El," giving up on the alcohol and shuffling around furniture to sit beside her on the couch. "As always, we'll make it together. You and me, plus help from everyone else… we've got this sis." Saying it out loud and hoping to believe it myself, yet failing still.

The teenage girl nods, eyes watery and lips trembling, "I miss him Big sis."

"Me too," a few tears escaping as I tucked her into my side, allowing us another twenty minutes of depression, before pulling Eleven to her feet. "Shower. You'll feel better. I'll make us… a call for take-out, if anywhere is open." The town in complete distress and disarray from the Mall fire that killed thirty people. Hah, what a joke. "You can have any pick of the rooms upstairs. I'm going to set up the one on this floor for me, okay?"

"I can have the big room?"

"You bet. It's all yours." It's a small act of kindness, but the spark of joy that lights up her face for a moment is a light in all this darkness. "We'll do it up really nicely over the next month. Whatever colors or wallpaper you want." Ending on that note, Eleven following my advice and heading upstairs to shower while I call Frankie's, luckily getting an answer and making an order. Though it's got to be picked up in twenty-five minutes since there's no driver available.

Once hanging up, I sigh and go shower in the bathroom on this floor, washing up far too quickly for my liking and throwing on a tank top and jogging shorts, bringing El a pair of the same thing when I realize she doesn't have any clothes here. Just as we're about to exit the house half hour later, our front door opens, Steve Harrington making a surprise visit with two pizzas in hand, "Hey. Uh, I figured you guys might be hungry, so I stopped into Frankie's, only to find out you called in already." He's so sweet…

"Great minds, huh?" motioning for him to come in as I removed the shoes I put on for no reason. "When did they release you?"

My love juggles the pizza amidst kicking his chucks off and answering, "a few hours ago. Went home to shower and grab my spare key, then got a ride from my mom to the station where they towed my car yesterday."

"Your parents are in town?"

"Uh-huh, flew back late last night after hearing the news… anyway, how are you two holding up?" He asks, following me into the dining room.

"We're okay, " Eleven chimes in, her hands working on pulling a few plates from the cupboard and placing them next to the pizza boxes Steve placed down.

He raises a brow, "yeah? If you guys need more time, I can scram and give you the space." I glance to my little sister, leaving the choice up to her as my stance on his offer obvious.

"Stay. Big Sis miss you."

She's not wrong, stepping closer to him and pressing into his side, tilting my head back to smile up at him, "no escaping now."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Babe." Ugh, the things this guy does to me, stomach fluttering in excitement at our proximity as the brunet easily wraps an arm around my waist and returning a grin. "I also picked up these," he adds, pulling out two movies: Fast Times at Ridgemont High and Footloose. "Keith recommended them when I asked what you and your teenage sister would like."

Of course, "good thinking, he has excellent taste in film."

"Girls too, considering he's had a thing for you since last year."

I laugh, "your taste has definitely improved over the last two years too, Sugar."

"No kidding."

"You guys are cute." El voices, drawing my attention from Steve to her, younger girl smiling softly, "seeing you happy, makes me happy sis."

Awe, releasing my boyfriend to cuddle her instead amid simultaneously opening the pizza and stacking three slices on a plate, "stop being so cute yourself lil sis."

Eleven takes the food I hand her and ducks from my hold to go sit on the couch, "we watch both?"

"Sure thing, it's not like I have a job to attend to," Steve says while preparing the other two plates for us.

"That pretty much gives us a reason to never leave my house," throwing a wink at him at I scoot past to put Footloose into the VHS player.

My words almost fluster the brunet, but he smoothly Segway's into a laid-back pose, hand resting on the table as he crosses his feet casually, "yeah, yeah, yeah… what do you got in mind?"

"A few things," picking up the remote to start the film for El, who observes us from her perch as I saunter back over to him, " a good amount of them not suitable for outside ears," murmuring the last part for him only and leaning by to grab the plates. Our chests brush in the heat in the moment, his cologne overwhelming my senses, now unable to stop myself from pausing to bask in his mouth-watering scent. I've made a fatal play, eyes lifting to his and finding an intense stare on me. Uh, what was I saying again… sight dropping to his mouth while my brain slowly remembers, right, dirty innuendo? "-Others involve eating pizza and quality video choices," attempting to save a bit of dignity from allowing him to get the better of me, as usual.

Again, I question if is he notices how much of an effect he has on me, while taking a step back, "I got nothing but time Babe."

"Good, because I got nothing but love to spend," a promise I intend to keep to the fullest extent.

"Footloose?" El says, reading the title that pops up on the screen with credits.

I hummed sitting next to her on the three-seater, "it's a classic. Kevin bacon is a dreamboat with moves like Jagger."

"Dreamboat, huh?" Steve mumbles on my left and pressing up against me, leaving no space between us as he slips his arm on the back of the couch behind my head. He hands me one of the plates and meeting his dark brown orbs, I can't help the cheesy words that leave my mouth next, "he's got nothing on you Sugar."

"Does anyone?"

"Harrison Ford and John Travolta."

He gawks, "you didn't even hesitate."

"Should I have? Like you don't think Phoebe Cates and Madonna outrank me."

At that, he doesn't say anything, contemplating my statement quietly for half a minute, before responding, "you are on the same playing field as them. No one outranks you, Danny."

"You sure know how to sweet talk a girl with sports lines."

"Think I should put that on my resume?"

"Without a doubt. You'll land a job anywhere. Maybe even Nasa," teasing as I take a bite of my food.

Steve rolls his eyes at my b.s, "think I can find their address in the phonebook?"

"Shhhh." Eleven says, throwing us a mock glare and turning back to the TV. Right, we're not alone.

Nudging my love, I do the same as her, "yeah Steve, shhh." He pokes my side in retaliation, earning an embarrassing squeal from me. It elicits a wide grin from him, the brunet probably storing the newfound knowledge of my vulnerable ticklish spot, dammit.

Over the next two hours we forget about the outside world, the three of us easing into quiet content, and watching the film. Myself answering any questions the supernatural teen has while Steve plays with my hair, body tucked into his side comfortably, almost lulling me to sleep. When the credits roll, I force my legs to stand, having decided on a plan of action for the next couple of hours. "So, what did you think?"

"I liked it." I'm not surprised.

"So, I was thinking... since l've seen Ridgemont High multiple times, maybe you can invite Mike or Max over to watch it with you?"

Eleven tilts her head at me, "where you go?"

"Well, if Steve's up for it, maybe he and I can take our cars out to the Cabin and load them with whatever's salvageable. Mostly clothes and whatnot. Thought it might be for the best if you stayed here… going back there is going to bring up a lot of feelings. Some good, some bad."

My boyfriend glances between us, "I don't mind helping out. Would be smart to go now and get back before dark," the clock on the wall reading 3:46 p.m.

The teenage girl is the next to stand, already shuffling towards the phone, "okay... I will call Max." Lil Red could probably use some friend time. I wonder how she's holding up right now…

"You good to drive?" Steve asks out of the blue, his question confusing me. "There was a bottle of tequila out on the oven when I came in," he says, noticing my expression. Oh yeah.

"I'm fine... just needed a little pick me up after this week of hell. I had two and moved onto other things."

Trusting me, he moves onto slipping his hands behind my knees to tug me closer and peering up at me with a look of concern and changing the subject, "are you sure you want to go there today? There's no rush babe." With our proximity, I take the opportunity to run my hands through his hair while looking down at him, the handsome man's dark brown eyes closing with a sigh.

"Honestly… I think dealing with it while it's so fresh is for the best. I rather get it all out now than circle back around to it later to drudge up all the grief again… besides, procrastinating has never really been a Newby thing."

"Max said she will be here soon."

"Before she arrives, can you make a list of things you want from the cabin? There's paper and pens in the drawer by the fridge."

"Okay… Big Sis?"

"Yeah Enchantress?"

"Are you sure you will be okay going there?" Worry evident on her young face.

I nod, "of course. It's not my first tango. I'm practically an expert at packing up memories and pieces of my heart in boxes." What was meant to be lighthearted falls short, sadness planting itself in my stomach and heart. Ugh. El holds my gaze for another moment, then musters up a small smile and goes about writing her list.

Luckily, Steve reads the room, his hands running up and down my thighs in comfort, "how about you pack the memories and I collect the pieces for safe keeping?"

"That might be the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me," my hands slipping from his hair to shoulders and resting there as he grins up at me.

"Yeah? So, I'm on the right track for boyfriend of the year then?"

"You pretty much sealed that award win when you crashed the Todfather to save my life." I'll never be able to repay him for such an act of heroics. That's twice he's made perfect timing. The Demogorgon being the first. "Eeek," the embarrassing squeak escaping naturally as I'm swept off my feet and left to fall onto Steve while his arms wrapped around my stomach, face pressing into my neck and hair.

"You're my prize, right?" Warm and tingly breath giving me goosebumps, anforeign giggle leaving my lips, far too girly and humiliating, feeling him shake with laughter at me. Damn you for turning me into a schoolgirl Steve Harrington. "What was that?" My boyfriends face lifting to mine with a confident smirk, "did I just get Danielle Newby to giggle instead of snort?"

Narrowing my eyes at him, "I don't know what you're talking about."

He laughs, "I'll get you to do it again, just wait." A promise he'll likely live up to a thousand times. With him so close, all I need to do is lean forward a little bit for our mouths to meet, his eyes widening at my spurt of the moment affection. It's short and sweet as I pulled away half a moment later and winking.

"We'll see Sugar," shifting to my feet just as El re-enters the room, notepad held out for me.

"This is all I could think of," a tiny list of 8 things, easy enough to round up.

"I'll do a full sweep and get anything else I deem important, okay sis?"

She nods, "thank you."

Maneuvering around the furniture I come to a halt beside my adoptive sibling, "thank yous' aren't necessary El. I'll gladly do anything to make life a little easier for you, okay? Always," tucking her into a half hug and smiling genuinely. "Jane Hopper and Danny Newby VS the World." Eleven laughs, a sound that makes me feel accomplished and happy. She's going to be okay. We're going to be okay.

For a second time today, the front door opened, surprising me, up until Lil Red rounds the corner, the teen looking a little worse for wear. Losing her brother is weighing on her. "Hi." El says, leaving my hold to hug her friend. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. You guys?" Of course, she doesn't want to delve into everything with Steve and I here.

"We're alright. It's nice to see you Red. You're welcomed anytime and for however long you'd like." The words seem to work, her frown lessening as she shuffles in place. "Anyway, there's some pizza if you're hungry, help yourself. We're going to head out now, okay?" My eyes flicking to El's for her nod.

Steve comes up behind me, shooting the teens a goofy grin, "no parties girls."

This time I snort, shaking my head at his antics and pulling him towards the exit, "let's go Daddy Steve, before you say anything else embarrassing." Sister and her redheaded friend laughing as we put on our shoes.

My love winks at me, "should we pick up ice cream for the kids on the way back too?"

"Someone is looking to gain brownie points, huh?"

The brunet opens the door for me, hand out to land on my back while passing, "how am I doing so far?"

"Mmm, fantastic," turning to him as we approached the vehicles, "you're slowly leveling up from sister's awkward boyfriend to sister's slightly less, awkward boyfriend."

Steve glares mockingly, quickly taking a chance to grab my sides in revenge, a pathetic yelp emerging from me as I attempt to avoid his twitching fingers. "Damn-ah- you-ha-ha- Harrington," failing to defend as the ticklish spot makes my legs weak. I'm about to throw an elbow as my last means of escape, until he suddenly stops and changes tactics; arms twirling me and our chests facing as he presses me into the steel car back on. He doesn't say anything, stare locked on mine quietly. "What are you thinking so hard about Sugar?"

"Robin." What? I feel my face drop instantly. "Shit. Wait. That came out wrong."

Frowning and pushing him back a little bit, I raise a brow "did it?"

My boyfriend runs his hand through his hair in habit, "yes. I uhm… was actually thinking about kissing you, but then I thought about something that happened with Robin." Okay… "-I wanted to talk about it before jumping any further into this." Hate to break it to you, but I've been in deep for a while.

"Go on."

"Right… right, right, right. So uh, when we were in the Russian base, the Russians drugged us with something really, really weird." This reminds me that I haven't heard everything that occurred with the Scoops Troop under Hawkins, "-anyway, after Henderson and Sinclair rescued us, we ended up in the Theater bathroom… and I uh…" the nearly nineteen-year-old seeming nervous, which makes me weary to hear what happened next. "-well, I uh, kind of confessed to liking her…" Robin Buckley? Steve has a thing for Robin? That's uhm, a small chuckle springing from my throat, earning a look of confusion from him.

"Sorry… it's just, I thought Robin kind of you know… had a thing for Tammy Thompson."

His face drops now, "you knew?"

"Well yeah… I've always been rather observant."

"Man, I'm an idiot."

"You're not. I highly doubt anyone else picked on it. Buckley is nothing, if not good at blending into the background and admiring those she likes from afar. Takes one to know one; that and having experience with dating a girl helped me notice tiny cues from her in some of my Advanced classes." Steve rubs his hand over his face now, "what did she say when you told her?"

"She told me about Tammy and then said that I was a high idiot, who misses the actual girl he likes."

I laughed, all tension and worry gone again, hands reaching for my boyfriends and dragging him back into me, "let me guess, she was right on the money?" A playful smile pulling at the corners of my mouth, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss me.

"She was… never leave me for a month again." His tone holding mirth as he pouts ridiculously.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Besides, who knows who'd be the next victim of a Steve Harrington confession? Jonathan? His mom? Mrs. Chang down at the ice cream shop?"

"Don't make me tickle you again Newby," his threat genuine.

Humming, I tilt my head back to give him the puppy dog eyes, "you wouldn't." He falters at the expression, giving me a perfect opportunity to change from innocent to seductive. "If you really want to punish me, you could shut me up and take my breath away," honey eyes dropping from his dark ones down to his mouth, my tongue wetting mine in anticipation.

"Now that is a punishment I can get behind," kissing me hard enough to draw air from my lungs and leaving me lightheaded in seconds. Wow. "Try not to get yourself into any more trouble, or next time it'll be worst," teasing me amid stepping back.

"No promises."

He gives a breathy chuckle, "come on, I'll follow you out," motioning to my car and reaching for the handle and opening the driver door for me.

"Thanks for this Steve," gaze steadily on his, "I'm not sure I'd be able to handle going without you."

"You could. You've taken on worst and are far stronger than you think Danny," left hand coming up to cup my jaw, "today you don't have to be… I got you babe." At that, I almost start to cry for the fifteenth time in the last 48 hours. Unsurprisingly, Steve's aware and closes the space between us again to hold me. I'm so lucky to have him…

With a deep breath and long inhale of his comforting smell, I untuck my head to glance up at him, "I'm ready." He nods and releases me, hand staying on my lower back until I'm sitting down on the seat. "It's about twenty minutes from here… I'll talk to you then."

"Drive safe," ends the conversation, my boyfriend closing the door and getting into his BMW that's parked in the driveway behind mine.

Half a minute later we're on the road to the cabin, most of it spent listing everything I need to take; Eleven's stuff, Hop's personal box under the cabin containing a small safe that her birth certificate is tucked inside and a wad of cash he's been saving for a while. Code 1914 for emergency purposes. Part of me wants to leave it here for safer keeping, but what if someone comes snooping…

Plus, it's time to move forward, isn't it? El and I won't be coming back anytime soon. While the place holds wonderful moments, it's empty without the Chief. Too much of him lies in every part of the now tainted house, just like Grandma's house. I'm only able to live there because I'm not alone anymore… besides, I took down every picture, award, and reminder of my Dad, storing it in the basement for future me to deal with.

Shortly, I'm pulling up to the cabin, having spent the entire drive lost in thought, not a shocker when the trip ends rather fast, timing seemingly disappearing into the air… or more so, me tuning out as usual. In the rearview mirror, I notice Steve's red car come to a stop at the bumper, his head turned to scan the wrecked home and seeing it for the first time. With a sigh, my fingers turn the key, shutting the ignition off and exiting a moment later. "This is almost what I pictured when you described this place to me."

Shifting to my boyfriend I raise my brows, "yeah?"

"Obviously the roof wasn't caved in by a monster, but yeah."

"Want a tour?"

He grins, "I get to see your room, right?"

Mmmm, "why not? There's really no one capable of grounding me for having a boy in it," nodding for him to follow me up the pathway towards it. Of course, the sweet idiot quickly grabs my hand and laces our fingers.

Naturally, the affection carves a smile onto my mouth, eyes finding him already looking at me, "you sure you're up for this?"

"I am… this is the easy part. The funeral will be much harder, but at least I don't have to see his body like Dad's last year."

"That's not the point. It's complete shit, so if you want to put all off this off a couple more days, no one will blame you."

"Babe," trying out his nickname and liking it, the brunet focused on my face in wait for my next words, "there's nothing to worry about if I have you to pick up the pieces, right?"

Steve's eyes scan me slowly, "you trust me enough to do that?" Why wouldn't I?

Since we're linked by hands, it's easy for me to pull him closer, "more than anyone. Even if you say the wrong thing, I'm still just a sucker for your natural charm and sweetness."

"Says the one sweet-talking me," his hand letting mine go to wrap around my shoulders as we get to the stairs, where I tucked in closer to put one of my own around his core. Together we venture up in sync, door left opened and untouched since the chaos, both of us stepping through the threshold and entering inside.

You know that moment in a book, or film, when a character has a flashback of memories from either seeing a person or a certain place?

Basically, that's what occurs for the next few moments. My brain picturing The Chief on his lounger with a cigarette, at the stove burning bacon, sitting with Eleven at the booth playing Sorry and multiple other moments flashing across my eyes. All to never to happen ever again...

What more will the upside down take from me?

"-Danny?" Steve turning my face to him.

"Yeah?"

"You with me right now?" His eyes bringing me back to our current predicament.

"I am now."

He hums and dips down to peck a small kiss on my lips and smirking, "if this is all I have to do to get you out of that big brain, then I'm game."

A smile pulling at my cheeks, "I'll never complain."

"So, where do we start?"

"With Hopper's stuff. I rather get the hardest stuff out of the way… ugh, where is my fairy godmother to just zap everything important up and poof it back to my house?"

My boyfriend chuckles, "wouldn't it be better to ask her to bring back the Chief and your Dad?"

"Messing with the death is pretty much forbidden, unless you're a necromancer or freak," which is kind of the same thing. "Anyway, if that were a thing, I'd ask for her to reverse all the damage done by the upside down… bring everyone back and prevent anyone from messing with that shit again."

"That would make a lot more sense… so, which room is his?"

Nodding to Hops room, I pull Steve with me to it, legs actively avoiding discarded furniture and quietly opening its door. Nothing in here is touched by the Mindflayer, all seemingly untouched by the horror that's evident in the main area. Without much thought, I shuffled around to collect anything important, which isn't much, Jim Hopper storing most of his memories in boxes under the house. His uniform must be around here somewhere…

"Not much for decoration, was he?" My boyfriend says as he putters around the tiny room a third time.

I shrug, "not really his thing. The bathroom used to have a curtain for a door."

"No!?"

A laugh escapes me as I shake my head at the thought, "yup. Told Hop he couldn't expect either Eleven or I to be comfortable with that since privacy is an utmost necessity when you hit a certain age as a girl."

"Makes sense… so what should I pack?" Dark brown eyes scanning what he could help with.

"From in here? Nothing really. I'm just going to grab a few of his shirts for Eleven… there's something comforting in stuff like that in times of need."

"Like your dad's watch," mhm, "you have an old jacket of his too that you wear sometimes, right?" He noticed that?

"Exactly," trifling through the middle drawer of Hop's older dresser and pulling out two worn flannels and a t-shirt.

With that, I tug Steve with me to exit rapidly, no reason to stay in there any longer. The not so faint smell of cheap aftershave and cigarettes stick in the walls and furniture from chain smoking, reminding me of the man I'll miss as much as I do my real father.

Sugar allows me to lead him to our next stop, El's room, where I quickly pull her duvet cover from the bed and lay it on the floor. My hands routinely throw her clothes, radio, pictures and other items from the list upon blue blanket, soon wrapping it up in a bundle and dragging it to the main room to move on. We shuffle in sync, pushing stuff that's laying around the chaotic main room to look for anything else important, nothing standing out.

Well, other than Jim's uniform which is tossed with the duvet of miscellaneous items. Same with the bathroom and kitchen, where one or two things from each are added to the pile, leaving everything else without care. Two places left; my room and the floor storage, hand brushing Steve's as I motioned for him to follow me to mine now.

Like the previous bedrooms, it's left untouched from recent horrors. Though the bed is unmade with dried blood on its yellow stripped pillowcases and the mushy bag of peas still on the floor from days ago. It's almost as if walking into it after a long day, wanting nothing more than to confide in the Chief about stupid school shit, rather than returning to reality where he's dead and gone.

God, he was right when he said I'd miss high school… just not for the exact reasons. I miss him and Dad enough that if returning to that shitty place meant getting them back, I'd do it in a heartbeat, every day for the rest of my life.

"You didn't do much decorating either, huh, Babe?" Leave it to Steve to help me escape those depressing thoughts.

"Nah. Every time I brought something, I ended up giving it to El."

"Of course, you did. Anything to make those kids happy."

"They are the greatest blessings, but also my worst curse," a joke to lighten the heavy in my heart and happy when he chuckles.

"Funny… I feel that way too," his fingers finding mine and twirling me to face him, "- but they seem to be a package deal when it comes to you." I relish in the warmth that comes from him, even with so little contact. There's always been something about Steve that lights a fire inside me, my temperature always rising so easily in his presence.

"Seven for the price of one, ya know? That's a bargain Sugar."

Those words bring a grin to his lips, "right, right, right. No complaints from this guy. All that matters is that I have you now," the brown eyed charmer hands slide along my arms down to my hips. "So, am I the first boyfriend you brought here?"

"You are. The last too."

"I'm flattered."

"If only I had a little more time to prep. Could have had candles lit and rose petals leading to the bed."

Steve chuckles, "oh yeah? What would have been your intentions, Danielle Newby? Almost sounds like you planned on seducing me into bed."

I easily pull off an expression of innocence, "would that have been so wrong?"

The blunt comment throws him for a loop as he tries to find his next words, he should be use to it by now. "I uh… it wouldn't-", my mouth cutting off whatever else he's about to say by shutting him with a passionate kiss. It doesn't take any time for my boyfriend to forget his next words, instead choosing to fall into the fondness and stepping in closer to me.

To be honest, there's nothing romantic about this setting. It's depressing as hell, the homeyness feeling long gone along with its owner, which is the most depressing part of it all… yet that doesn't matter. Not currently anyway. What does, is the heat spreading throughout me, making me feel alive… more so than I've felt for a while. He's the reason, as usual. All my senses are haywire as his taste overwhelms my mouth, our tongues joined in play and bodies flushed against one another. I don't care if it's unconventional or insensitive to be intertwined like this, removing each other's clothes without a second thought in this broken home.

Why should I? After everything I've lost, is it so wrong to dive into one of the only things that's finally gone right?

Mmm, I can't help the soft moan escapes my lips when Steve's hands rest on my bare skin, our shirts already askew on the floor somewhere and knees knocking as he backs me onto the bed. All other thoughts forgotten when rushed kisses become deeper, both of us exploring and touching freely, goosebumps and hairs standing from excitement and arousal. Slowly, his mouth travels from mine downwards, peppering kisses from my mouth to jaw and neck, further to the collarbones which immediately draws a deep gasp from me. I can feel the grin on his lips at realizing his find, taking another opportunity to abuse it and nip at the sensitive skin there.

"Steve," his name coming out breathy which freezes him in place, dark orbs lifting to find me in intensity. With him paused, I manage to push onto my elbows and reach behind me to unclasp the black brazier with one hand and fluently sliding it off. The action breaks our moment of hesitance, the brunet going right back to pressing his warm breath to my skin and drawing more sounds of pleasure from within, especially when he his tongue slides over newly exposed cleavage.

Fuck, jolts of delight revibrating and roaming throughout me, pulsing richer and uncontrollably as he continuously touches and kisses. An urgency to be filled with him settles heavily and naturally my legs clench to ease some of the throbbing. Every little trace of his mouth and touch of his skin on mine electrifies me, heat burning under every surface for more, which he seems to effortlessly read, slipping my shorts off and touching my most vulnerable spot through thin black fabric, an embarrassing gasp breaking from me.

"For the record, I've known where the clit was since health class in freshman year," his statement so random, until it clicks that he's referring to my words to Billy from gym class months ago. I laugh, not at all bothered by him sitting back and pausing our serious moment.

"Well, if there's any class you should actually pay attention to it's that one."

"It's the only one that ever stuck… which brings me to my next point. I don't have any protection."

"Oh. Right. Uh, I do," propping myself up and maneuvering around.

He's surprised, "you do?"

"Yeah… I also paid attention in sex ed ya know," tone teasing as I purposely leaned over him to reach into the small dresser beside the bed and pulling out a polka-dotted makeup bag.

"Let me guess, straight A's in that one."

"Solid C's," winking at him and smiling when he gets the joke and laughs. With that, I unzip the small purse and pull out a condom, along with my birth control and opening the round container to take one the pills. "I've missed the last four days, first time in three years."

"Not really surprising…"

I glance to where his eyes rest upon realizing he's trailed off, finding them on my purple, black and yellow discolored body. "Hey," reaching out and laying a hand on his jaw, my loves dark sight lifts to mine, "it looks way worse than it feels. Besides, there's worst pain than a few bruises."

"I know… but dammit Danny, look at you."

"I'm fine Steve… if you're that worried, you're welcomed to kiss it all away," shifting closer to him again and guiding his face to mine to kiss ardently. The move is all it takes to regain our previous mood, things picking up where they left off without difficulty.

Like earlier, our bodies clash and press together, soon the last layers separating us join the rest on wooden floorboards below. Ecstasy and fulfillment are upon me in no time, moving in sync as we find a comfortable rhythm, skin on skin and moans of enjoyment filling the hallow household. Between us, his hand works on bringing me where I need to be, stomach clenching in desire as it builds higher and higher. When nearly there, I quickly change the momentum by getting control and laying him back, my hips keeping the pace and drawing a guttural groan from Steve, "fuck."

Aware we're both close to finishing, I pick up speed, which makes my boyfriend throw his head back in pleasure. I'm not at all surprised when he flips us over again moments later and wanting to take charge, mouth on my neck as he drives deeper inside me. His teeth graze my collarbone for another time tonight, the last push needed to reach a genuine orgasm, his name leaving my lips in a panting purr, which is what does it for him. Lights seemingly flashing behind my eyelids as I ride out the wave, chest rapidly falling up and down in thick breaths.

"That was…"

"-wow?"

A boisterous laugh leaves my boyfriend's chest as he rolls from on top of me to the side, his hand still on my hip, using it to shift me towards him, "exactly, Babe." I can't help but think his flushed neck and face is endearing, very much loving the messy un-styled hair from my fingers running through it continuously over the last ten minutes. Even with a black eye and purple discoloration from Russian hands, Steve manages to look attractive as hell. Maybe even more so, especially in a rugged and rough sort of way. It takes a large amount of control to hold back from caressing his chest and jumping back into another bout of desire. "What're you thinking so hard about?" he asks.

I hum, "mostly you."

"Me?"

"Mhhmm… you make me feel things I can't really explain and being right here with you, like this is both terrifying and exhilarating."

"Terrifying?"

"Because you have this unexplainable power over me, Steve Harrington."

"It goes both ways, I'm just an idiot for not realizing it sooner," dark brown eyes imploring he's sincere with his words as my hand seems to have a mind of its own, once more tracing along is jaw and down his soft skin to lay on his bare chest.

"Feeling differently doesn't make you dumb; everyone has can feel what they want, when they want. Never feel stupid for that." As long as it's not morally wrong and fucked up, go for it.

"How do you do that?" Confused, I furrow a brow and wait for him to explain. "You always know what to say to make any uncertainty go away."

Honestly, "I had a good role model… I'm sure we've been over this before."

"Right, right."

"Are you uncertain about something Steve?" The question twisting my stomach in stress until he shakes his head.

"No... it's not that. I guess I just hate that I wasted so much time denying what was so obvious."

"It doesn't matter." Now it's his turn to ponder what I mean. "Whatever didn't happen between us in the past. It's the present that matters and in it, we're together. So, screw the rest." Steve appears to like that answer, arm reaching around my back to pull me into a kiss, a sigh of content and warmth escaping me when released.

After another small peck, he grins happily, "I can rock with that."

"Good, cause you're mine now, so prepare for a lifetime of wild sex and even wilder adventures," pressing against him stirs the same beast withing me from earlier.

"Something else I can also rock with. Just promise me, no more life-threatening ones."

"I wish I could, but friends don't lie…" fingers dropping down lower to trail along his hip bone. "-guess I'll have to make it up to you in another way," voice leaving no room for him to question my intentions, lips meeting in a smooth manner, second round of forgetting about responsibilities.

By the time Steve and I make it back to my house, it's dark and I'm both physically and emotionally exhausted. Fooling around only put off the inevitable of dealing with the remaining packing of stuff, along with bidding farewell to another home. I cried, which is surprising considering that's all I've done for the last 24 hours. The funerals are sure to bring more.

But, hopefully after all that I'll be able to move on and look at the brighter side of things… though it's hard to see without a father figure to lighten the way. Especially as Eleven is relying on me to be that light for her now, meaning I have no choice but to lead by example and be strong in times of weakness.

Speaking of, the supernatural teen and her redheaded friend sit on the couch still, flipping through magazines and eating popcorn, perking up instantly when we enter the main room. "You're home."

"Yeah, sorry it took a while… it was a mess, but everything is in the cars. No need to go back."

"You, ok?"

"I am… just tired and in need of a hot shower. We grabbed a few groceries too," lifting bags to show her while my boyfriend drops the rest on a counter.

"Thanks. I will put away, you go rest," El says, leaving no room for argument as she moves to get up and take the bags from me.

Nodding, I ruffle her hair in appreciation, "you're the best Lil'sis."

"I guess I'll get lost then. See you tomorrow?"

What? Immediately turning to Steve and pouting, "you're going?"

"I don't want to… just thought you might want some space."

Awe, "don't think that. Ever. Smother me with attention and affection until you're sick of me, okay?" The brunet laughs, his arm wrapping around my waist and tucking me into his side, "-I'm serious, ya know." Really.

"That's what makes it funny Babe. It's impossible to get sick of you by the way, so you're pretty much inviting me to stay forever."

"That doesn't sound so bad," a playful smile tugging at my lips as I tilt back to meet his eyes.

Max groans, "Dustin was right… you two are ridiculously gross and cheesy together."

Eleven giggles amid stacking groceries in their rightful place, her head nodding in agreement and drawing a gasp of betrayal from me. "Cute, not gross," attempting to defend Steve and I from their torment. When they glance to each other to laugh again, I take the opportunity to tug my boyfriend down the hall with me.

"Are we really that bad?" He questions once the bedroom door is closed behind us.

"They're just teasing… I think. If not, screw it, we're cute as hell," pushing onto my toes to kiss him quickly and dodging his endeavor to continue our mouth to mouth. "Shower first… join me?"

Steve's face goes blank, "in the shower?"

"Yeah…." raising a brow at him in suspicion, "-what?"

"I never showered with a girl before…"

Another surprise, "really? But you've had like, thirty girlfriends."

Brown eyes roll in exasperation, "stop over exaggerating. Six total."

Hah. "Are you only counting the ones you slept with?"

"What? No. Ones that lasted for longer than a month."

"Well then, I'm honored to be the one to introduce you to a whole new fun for couples," winking over my shoulder while sifting through a few drawers for spare clothes.

"Clearly I'm not your first."

"Nope, but just once with you will beat all the other times with my exes," hearing Steve take a breath and sounding way closer than previously.

"There you go again. I was jealous thinking about who, and then you have to go say something like that," the weight of his hands settling on my hips as he presses his chest into me, "you're not worried about the teenagers roaming about?"

Allowing myself to relax, I lean back into him, his warmth enveloping me wholly and smell awakening all other senses to 100%, "nah… they both have a lot on their plates. The last thing they're thinking about is what we're up to."

"Right, right, right… then lead the way Babe."

"Gladly."

On that note, I tow him and our fresh clothes to the bathroom, locking the door after us. There's a couple of towels inside the cabinet within, tossing them onto the counter too while shuffling over to the tub and turning it on.

Once it reaches the right temperature, I released the nob, shower running and steam soon rising. "Want some help?" My boyfriend murmurs in my ear while slipping his hands under my shirt to lift it away. The bold action leads into a playful fight in removing the other clothes, random kisses and teasing touches thrown in on my part, flustering him as planned. When he has enough, he wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up, "no escape now Newby," ot breath on my neck as he moves us towards the bath.

My new position gives me the vantage point to press back into him and roll my hips, drawing a groan from the victim. "Why'd I ever try such a thing? I'm perfectly happy right here, Harrington," meaning every word as he sets me down for us to get in the tub properly, fingers never leaving my skin as we climbed in and swiftly sliding the glass door closed.

The water feels wonderful, but nowhere near as incredible as the light trailing of fingertips along my ribs and stomach, "so, I can't help but wonder what perks showering together comes with. You spoke mighty big words babe," his wandering hands traveling lower and tempting sensitive spots lovingly.

"Besides shower sex you mean," peaking over my shoulder at him and locking our gazes. "It's nice to have someone to reach the hard places, ya know?"

His chest vibrates on my back as he leans forward to snatch the loofa from its hook along with body wash, "show me." That's all that's needed to initiate one of many unforgettable showers.

The night eventually ends on a high note. Literally. Steve and I smoking a joint from an old stash of mine from months ago. It numbs the lingering hollowness, while enhancing every sweet touch. I'm aware it's only a temporary fix for the heaviness weighing on me, but when I start to fall asleep without a care in the world, a part of me contemplates if whether that's from the weed or the safety finally being in his arms. Highly likely the latter.

Wednesday August 1st, 1985.

Over the last month I've taken a few shifts at the station, but my heart hasn't been in it. Even just dealing with an insane amount of paperwork and reports from countless townsfolk, things are not the same without Hopper. So, as of last night, I quit and handed in every article of the job, leaving without a glance back. Every step further eased a pressure on my shoulders, until finally it disappeared, mind and heart settled on finding another job to pay the bills, savings enough to last a while yet.

Still, working is necessary to grow and get anywhere in life, though I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do concerning a career. In the meantime, I'll focus more so on raising Eleven and ensuring a stable future for her, rather than myself. The last thing I want to do is any sort of job that risks my life and potentially refusing to never come home to her. I know you can practically die doing anything nowadays, but there's certainly a higher chance when working in law enforcement.

Anyway, its mid-morning and I have yet to exit bed, content in the freshly washed sheets and sunlight bathing the bed in warmth, its hot rays forcing through the ancient coral curtains. Note to self, replace those asap. Sadly, Steve had somewhere to be early this morning, meaning he left before 8 sometime, a ridiculous and needy sadness settling over me the instant he kissed my mouth and muttered a goodbye.

It's the likely reason I haven't bothered getting up since, as we've pretty much been inseparable this last while with him spending a good many nights here. I'm not sure if this is what people consider the honeymoon phase, but I don't ever see myself loosing that giddy feeling I always get whenever he's nearby, or mentioned, or crossing my mind… it's something that's constantly lingered, for years on end, till current day. He's like a drug and I'm undoubtably addicted to Steve Harrington. Subtle at first, then abruptly driving any common sense and control over my own actions right out the window. He makes my legs turn to jelly and knees go weak, my heart pump faster and stomach flip wildly. Any sort of affection, word, or glance from him livens the beast within me, an unquenchable monster always wanting extra, willing to take anything he offers freely without question.

Foolishly in love, so fast and hard, more so now that we're official and intimate...

So, besides my ridiculous amount of everything Steve, life around here has gone on since the funerals mid-July. Hoppers was absolutely heart wrenching and hard to get through, more tears shed on relentlessly until one look from Eleven signaled she was ready to leave. Billy's' wasn't nearly as hard for my little sibling and I but seeing how torn up Max is has broken our hearts all over again. The pair of teenage girls have been relying on each other in their period of grieving, an unfortunate circumstance that has brought them closer. Since then, El's spent most of her time outside of the house during days and nights here with Max, Mike or the party. Slowly, my house is becoming a casual spot for the teens to hangout, atmosphere always relaxed and welcoming to them...

I wonder if anyone's around? With that thought, I force my body to slide out of bed and out to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, no sign of my little sister as per usual… house far too quiet for my liking, preferring chattering voices and company over solemn thoughts and never-ending questions about what comes next. Once the black liquid of light starts dripping, I use the bathroom, brush my teeth and comb out any knots from my shoulder length dirty blonde hair, still leaving on pjs for now. When returning to fill up on the nectar of life, a knock at the door stops me in place.

Huh? Anyone who visits comes right in most of the time… who could be here? I shuffle towards the entrance and answer it, my heart instantly stopping at the sight upon me. Steve wears a collared shirt and jeans with his hair styled as usual, looking like a snack, yet what really take my breath away is the bouquet of sunflowers he holds out to me with a casual grin on his lips. Nothing can stop the tears from springing free as my fingers meet the wrapped flowers, other hand covering my mouth to stop a sob escaping.

"Shit," handsome brunet immediately stepping forward to tuck and hug me in his arms, a small chuckle sounding from his chest. "I probably should have seen this reaction coming."

I tilt my head back to glance at him, tears slowing in the meantime, only love and insane amounts of affection left for the man in my line of sight. "Thank you, Steve… this… I," can't find the words, dammit. Instead, planting a delicate kiss on his jaw. "You're too good for me."

"It's the other way around, and you know it, Babe." Humming and lacing our fingers together, I pull him with me into the house, feet leading us to the kitchen where I set to work on getting the flowers in a vase and placing it on the table. All the while thinking about throwing caution to the wind and letting free those three words I'm constantly thinking...

But, what spills out next isn't exactly as planned, "move in with me."

What did I just say?

Steve is speechless, expression blank as he opens his mouth, no words coming out. Shit. Shit. Rectify this… how? "Okay." What, eyes locking with the darker brown ones across from me. "-if you're serious, then yeah?"

"Really?"

"Why not? We're together and should be able to live that way. If not, we're wasting time, right?" My boyfriend makes sense, which doesn't shock me, only surprises me to the core that he's utterly up for it.

"I thought for sure you'd be out that door and, in your car, just like a couple years ago with the Demogorgon at The Byers."

He laughs, "you're not nearly as scary as that Newby."

"Awe, now that's definitely the sweetest thing you've ever said to me Sugar," winking at him over my shoulder as I dig in the drawer for the last remaining key. It's attached to a keychain with the letter S, simple, yet personal and tucked inside a black velvet bag that I pass over. His brows furrow amidst opening it and finding my gaze again.

"You know people are going to say we're crazy."

"Family and friends included… think you can handle that?" Raising an eyebrow at him in challenge.

Steve shrugs casually, "screw it. They'll eat those words in no time," confident as he attaches the chain with his car keys. "Does El know about this?"

I nod, "she's cool with whatever I decide and trusts me." We're honest with each other whenever we talk, especially concerning feelings and boundaries.

"So,"

"-we're officially moving in together," I finish for him amidst shuffling to grab the tequila and shot glasses above the sink. "I forgot the champagne, so this'll have to do," joking as our fingers brushed amidst him taking the Mexican liquor shooter.

"This is better anyway," clinking his glass against mine, "to wild adventures and even wilder sex," he repeats my words from last month and tips the drink back.

"Here, here," following his actions and relishing in the burn of hard alcohol momentarily, until Steve initiates a deep kiss, drawing a moan and sigh of joy out of me.

A few minutes pass and we're both breathing hard with swollen lips, my hands entangled in his hair as he rests is between my legs. I sit on the kitchen counter, shoulder blades pressing into a cupboard behind me. I'm about to ask him if he wants to take this to my room or our room technically, however multiple voices ringing out together and the clicking of the front door forces us apart. Not nearly enough time to hide our prior activities other than scooting myself to my feet and reaching for the forgotten pot of coffee.

"Morning Big Sis," El the first to greet me when turning the corner, her eyes landing on my boyfriend next. "Hi Steve."

"Sup kid?" He asks her while passing me the milk and winking when our eyes meet another time.

"Danny-bear!" Dustin calls out, appearing next and followed by Max and Lucas, who both head straight for one of the couches. "Nice hair," D says to Steve, who understands what Daring's getting at and running his hand through it.

Mike and Will are the last to enter, the latter giving me a small smile and wave as he passes by to claim the small recliner. "A little early for a drink, isn't it?" Wheeler points at the tequila.

"You know, I haven't set a curfew or any rules for Eleven since I trust her... but I'm not opposed to enforcing a few specific ones when it comes to you Mighty."

The lanky teen raises his hands in surrender, an obvious flag of white being waved around as he crosses by me, "you're house, you're prerogative."

"That's more like it," sipping at my coffee and returning the wink Steve sent me earlier and earning a laugh.

"Anyway, what are you guys doing?" Apparently his question is rhetorical as Curly Q goes on instantly, neither of us able to reply, "-the arcade is re-open so let's go check it out! We can invite Robin too. It's been a while since we seen her," looking between my boyfriend and I.

I answer with a shrug, "I'm down. You and Will hop in with Steve and go get Buckley. The rest of us will meet you guys there. After that, maybe we can grab some take out and movies, hang out and make a night of it."

"Hell yeah! You're the best! Tell me you got quarters too?" With an eye roll I reach for the piggy bank on the windowsill and open up its plug. A good amount of quarters pour out, the teenager making quick work of depositing them in his pockets. "Thanks Danny-bear."

"Anytime kiddo," ruffling his curly hair and pushing him away lightly, continuing to drink my coffee.

"Man, I haven't been to the arcade in years."

Raising a brow at Steve, I can't stop the playful smile that falls on mouth, "you definitely suck at games, right?"

The brunet mock glares, "nowhere near as much as you suck at sports."

"Touché," lifting my drink in acknowledgement of his diss. "You have such a way with words, it almost makes me want to forget kicking your ass at the arcade and take you to my room instead." Simultaneous groans from every teen fills the house, giving me the exact reaction I was aiming for. "Sorry, couldn't resist." I'm definitely filling the spot of embarrassing guardian to El, who catches my eyes from beside Mike and shakes her head at me, a small smile lighting up the supernatural teens face.

"We should go. I'm 99 percent sure she means it," Max remarks from her spot by Lucky, who doesn't hesitate in pulling the redhead to her feet and leading the way back out. Will tails them, avoiding my eyes in utter embarrassment as he passed to leave too.

Dustin notices and shoots me a look, "your inappropriate jokes are going to scar Will."

I snort, "give him more credit Daring. He survived the upside down and being flayed. A few dirty jokes won't effect Will in the least," shooing him to follow the others while finishing my drink.

The curly haired teen understands and snags Steve by his collar, dragging him along, "let's go Harrington. If I let you stay, you and Danny will get distracted."

He's not wrong, "I'll be out in five, just gotta throw some clothes on. You guys head out to get Robin."

"Right. See ya, babe," my love says amidst the sound of someone getting smacked echoing around the corner. "That's what you get for manhandling me Henderson," door opening and shutting a second later.

"Big Sis?"

"Hm?" Glancing at Eleven as I washed the mug out, waiting for her to go on.

"I stay home?"

Naturally, my honey browns orbs peered between the couple who sit on the floral printed loveseat, hands intertwined and sides pressed together. "If that's what you want to do. No parties, okay?" Joke earning a giggle from my little sibling and nod from Mighty. Ending on that, I make haste in throwing on a button up jean dress over an Eagles crop top and dividing my hair into pigtails after applying mascara.

Shortly, I'm exiting the house with a wave goodbye and classic 'I'm watching you' motion to Michael, for Hop. Max and Lucas wait in my car, engine already running to keep it cool as Indiana's summer still undeniably hot and muggy. "Fall can't come soon enough," digging through the center console for sunglasses and turning to the pair, "you guys need to stop off anywhere?"

"No… what about El and Mike?"

"They're staying here."

"That's an option?" Lucas asked, his eyes sliding to Max's.

I shrug, "as long as you respect my house, then you're always welcomed."

"Dustin's going to complain when he gets back later," the redhead tells her boyfriend who climbs hastily from the vehicle.

Lucky doesn't falter in his choice, "so? He complains about everything anyway."

Max shimmies over and out next to him while agreeing with his statement, quickly shifting to look at me again, "El and I will make sure the boys don't do anything stupid."

"I know Red. Have fun and don't do anything Steve would, okay?" She laughs and nods in understanding, having spent a good amount of time around my boyfriend this last month. Our conversation ends with her closing the door and me reversing out of the driveway.

With only myself for company, I click play on whatever tape is in the player, Kiss strumming through Old Betty's speakers and eliciting a head bob. Two songs are all it takes for me to arrive at the arcade parking, unsurprisingly beating the BMW. It doesn't stop me from grabbing the handful of quarters in the cup holder and shutting off my car, locking up as I move on to the air-conditioned building.

"Keith, hey," feet bringing me over to the gaming employee, who instantly looses his concentration at Dragons Lair and dies. "Shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to throw you off."

"Uh. That's okay, Danielle… how are you? You're alone?"

"I'm good, thanks for asking. Waiting on a few people actually... how are you? I haven't seen you in awhile," my fingers working on putting a quarter in the game and starting it up again. When he shakes his head on continuing, we switch places for me to play. "-been a crazy month, right?"

"I knew that mall was going to be a problem."

Humming and pressing start, I work on passing the first level with ease, sight switching between my current company and screen, "who would have thought it'd lead to thirty deaths."

"All by fire though? Don't you think that's kind of strange?"

"I filed a number of the reports… it's a lot more tragic than strange."

Keith shuffles in place, "oh… I uh, I didn't mean to-"

"-don't worry about it. The whole topic is better left alone. It's too heavy to talk about," admitting that freely while completing level 3.

"So, um, have you seen the preview to Big Trouble in Little China and Ferris Buellers Day Off?

An automatic smile lifts my mouth at the mention of upcoming films and I almost lose focus, barely saving my character last second. "I can't wait for either one Please Please tell me your video store job comes with secret, early, before theater releases?"

The arcade employee chuckles and shakes his head no, "I doubt there's even a magic spell available for that."

"Yee of little faith. I'm sure if I dug through some dark spell books, I could make something work."

"Where are you going to acquire these books?

"I'm sure there's a market, or, perhaps I'll have to travel in search of them within haunted houses and witch graves."

"Sounds like fun. What are we searching for, might I ask?" A new voice noted, easily distinguishable.

I peak over my shoulder at Robin Buckley, a wicked grin replacing my smile, "spell books and scrolls of ancient sorcery."

"Count me in. I'm ready for a new adventure."

"This is who you were meeting? Since when have you two been friends?" Keith asks, his hand reaching out to press the blue button on my game and beating level 5.

"We've never not been friends... more so now due to-"

"-hey, there you are," Steve cutting off his former Scoops worker. "How the hell did you find Danny so fast?"

"She has every high score in Dragon's Lair, so this is probably her most played game, which is why I looked here first."

"You come here often enough to know that?" My boyfriend inquired amid leaning in to kiss my cheek and simultaneously mess with buttons as well. I gawk and knock his hands away with elbows, blocking his attempt to try again with my body.

Robin laughs, "I like the arcade Harrington, is that so surprising? Also... you guys are unnecessarily touchy."

"Told you," Dustin says popping up with Will.

I continue playing and intentionally ignoring D's complaints, not minding in the least when Steve gives up on messing around. Instead choosing to stick close and watch my score climb higher, myself gladly welcoming the pressure of his body pressing into me. "Where are the others?" He wonders looking for the missing four.

"Back at base, likely being just as sickening us at the moment."

"God. Of course they ditched, the Bastards."

"Wouldn't you, if Suzy was here?" The question from my love seems to shut curly up, the teen moving on by handing out quarters to Will and Robin.

Level 10, woo, "whoever gets the highest score of today gets to pick the movie and take out order."

Both Will and Dustin groan, "Danny-bear, you always win."

"Maybe today that'll change."

"You always say that too," Daring grumbles, "come on Steve, we might have a chance if we cheat with your help."

"I think you'll have a better one if you leave Dingus to distract his lady-love," Robin points out, eliciting a small snicker from me at her nickname for my boyfriend. "I'm good at Pacman and Frogger, so let's start there." She suggests leading the other two off, Keith long gone too, having made an escape a couple of seconds after Steve's arrival.

"So, babe, how about you teach me how to play all your favorites?"

11th level reached, "sure, how about we start here," using my left hand to find his and wrapping it around me. It doesn't take him long to figure out what I'm getting at, another arm encircling to pin me between him and the machine. "Dragon's Lair is pretty basic, so I'm sure you'll pick it up in no time."

"With you as my teacher I'll be an expert."

Humming and shifting to meet his gaze, "you trying to sweet talk your professor Mr. Harrington?"

"Will it get me extra points on the exam?"

"No, but if you're looking for extra credit, there's a few extracurricular activities I'm willing to pass off as such."

"Any time for that now?"

I know he's just playing along, but my eyes can't help but seek out a private area to sneak off too and landing on an employee only door that's next to the washrooms and fountain. Why not? Forgoing the game and pushing my back into him to breakaway, I drag him with me towards the hopefully empty room. Twisting its knob and poking my head inside and finding no one within, I'm unable to stop the mischievous smirk playing on my lips.

With another quick glance around and seeing everyone distracted, I pull my boyfriend inside and plant a hard kiss on his mouth while locking the door. "Shit… shit. Is this really happening?"

A laugh escapes me at his excited, yet nervous tone, "unless you don't want to..." pausing in action.

He immediately shakes his head no, "what? No. No. Shit. I mean yeah, I do. This is just crazy… and risky as hell."

"That's what makes it fun… and crazy hot," dropping my hands from his chest and stepping back to slowly unbutton my dress.

"Right," brown eyes trailing downwards to follow every movement of my fingers, "screw it. No risk, no reward." A bold statement, followed by even bolder actions as Steve takes total control, starting off with his hands in my hair, massaging and teasing well-known sensitive spots... arousal and excitement build fast, increasingly so when I'm lifted and placed against a broken game, my boyfriend making quick work of my panties by sliding his fingers under the fabric and tenderly rubbing.

Fuck.

"Steve," is basically the only thing I'm capable of saying as I'm brought higher, a gasp and moan of pleasure filling the room as he finally enters me. Everything after that is utter bliss. Our month of shacking up and making love endlessly helps in reaching climax together, having figured out each other's body to an extent.

They say practice makes perfect, right?

"We're getting really good at that," my words earning a genuine laugh from the out of breath brunet.

"I was just thinking that exact thing," a fond expression on his face as he watches me re-loop the remaining buttons of my dress. "You know, when I showed up with the flower, I had planned to take you out on a proper date."

"The unexpected is so much better."

He grins, any evidence of our adult activities gone, other than his wild hair. "I'm starting to believe you, Babe."

"You're not convinced yet?"

"Not fully."

"I'm going to change that," a promise I intend to keep.

"Those are big words Newby." Pshh.

"Go big, or go home, am I right," running my fingers through his brown locks to tame it, and finishing off by resting my hand on his jaw. Say it. Just say it, Danny. "We should do skinny dipping at the lake in Glendale before summer ends." Really? You've loved him for a long while, how hard can it be to say those three words?

Steve's brow raises, "why so far?"

"I'm not sure I can swim anywhere near the quarry after everything."

"Ah. Now that you mention it, I'm not sure I could either."

Suddenly, the employee door shakes and muttering sounds through, righhhht, meeting Steve's eyes and crossing the room to unlock it, finding Keith with his brows furrowed, "what are you-"

"Hey Buddy," my love cutting him off and coming to stand at my back, guiding me past with a hand on the lower part. Momentarily, he pauses to place his other on Keith's shoulder, "we took a wrong turn, sorry." Neither of us give the worker a chance to reply, going straight for the opposite side of the game room and laughing when we're in the clear. "If this is what going to the arcade is like with you, count me in every time."

"This is all new to me… it's you who brings out the want for such rebellious activities."

"… was that a backwards way of telling me I'm too blame for what we just did?"

"Maybe not so backwards if you picked up on it. Seems years of dating girls finally paid off, huh?" My tone teasing and flirtatious again as I search for a game to play, Galaga player free, which is exactly where we end up.

"Glad all my failed relationships taught me something useful."

"Lucky me who gets to reap the rewards," pecking him on the lips before slipping a couple of quarters in the game. "Anyway, I want to rent The Warriors and get Mack's burgers for take out, so no more distractions Sugar."

"Okay… anything I can do to help?"

"Cheer me on? You don't happen to have your cheerleader uniform tucked away in your car?" Obviously, a joke… though picturing my boyfriend with pompoms and in a skirt makes me snicker.

Steve shakes his head, a grin pulling at his lips, "it's at the dry cleaners."

I pout, "of all the days."

Our playful banter and affections continue for another hour, my score never reaching high due to the constant interference of the handsome brunet. The party joins us again, Daring informing me of their score on Pacman which easily beats my pitiful non-scoreboard attempts, both teenage boys rejoicing simultaneously about claiming victory.

Anyway, now I'm at the video store waiting on the younger pair to pick out their film choice, myself grabbing The Warriors and The Breakfast Club as they decide on something.

A couple bags of groceries, mostly junk, sit in the trunk from a quick stop beforehand, the three of us splitting up and getting out of there within minutes. Both Robin and Steve went to Mack's Diner to make an order for 9 and plan on meeting us back at my place… our place? Base?

"You are definitely thinking about Steve right now. You got that dumb smile on your face." Dustin comments, joining me at the front counter with Will in tow.

I shush him and tug on his curly hair, "my smile is perfectly respectable, always."

"Not really," the Byer teen unnecessarily comments while depositing Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom next to my picks. "It usually borders more on mischievous and slightly evil when you make a dirty joke or good diss."

Fair point, shrugging in acceptance and watching as the owner rings us through, reminding me to return them within 72 hours and bidding us farewell when paid. Another minute later we're on the road to my house and pulling up within ten.

The BMW is already here, Robin and Steve laughing over something outside of it, food sitting atop on the car as he gives her the middle finger amid strolling around my newly parked vehicle to open the door for me. "Hey Sugar. Thank you," shutting off the ignition and unclipping the belt to get out.

"Anytime Babe," hand taking mine to pull me up and out, then smoothly tipping my chin back to kiss me short and sweetly.

"Get a room!" Robin says, her tone teasing as she loads her arms up with take out. "A little help kids," next words directed to the pair of boys who exit my car.

Will and Dustin jump into action, while I do the same by dragging my love with me to the popped trunk and handing him two of four bags. Myself gathering the remaining two and leading the way inside and glancing back at Buckley to comment, "for the record, I have an entire house to swap spit with Steve, driveway included."

"Fair point. Next time I'll avert my eyes."

Dustin snorts, "you're going to spend a lot of time looking at random crap then." Ha-ha, such a joker Daring.

Upon entering the quiet house, Max and Lucas break apart, faces flushed and lips swollen. I snicker loudly at their terrible attempt at covering their recent festivities, "you guys should probably work on that timing."

The others appear behind me, carrying paper bags and placing them down, my hands already setting to work to unpack and store things away. Will helps, unlike D who quickly throws himself onto the couch to lounge and sigh in content. What a brat, wishing there was a pillow nearby to peg him with.

Of course, my one and only seems to feel the same way, crossing over to cuff the curly haired teen on the back of his head. "The hell was that for?" Dustin groans sitting up and glaring at Steve.

"Danny paid the arcade, rentals and groceries. Plus, she lets you hang out here free of charge, so get your ass up and help her out." That's all that needs to be said for both Lucas and Dustin to get up and take over my tasks, while Max set the plates out and offers to tell Eleven, we're back.

Moving on, I tug Robin with me to the main room and dropping down next to Steve as she claims the recliner. "Mi casa es su casa," meaning it as she looks around in curiosity, never having been here.

"Thanks. It's nice… though these couches leave much to be desired."

True, "they belonged to my great grandmother, and she had them covered in plastic until her death two years ago."

"Why am I not surprised… that sounds like something my own would do."

"It's weird right? Isn't it just a waste of money to buy something and never actually enjoy it?"

"Without a doubt."

"You two plan on redecorating?" Referring to us, quickly realizing that Steve must have told her about my spontaneous question, which was really a cover up because I wimped out in telling him how I feel.

I shrug in answer and casually tip my head back for his input, "what do you think? Should we invest in an 80s couch and not something sixty years old?"

"Can we afford it?"

"I can budget it in. Wouldn't be a waste of money in a house full of people like this one."

My love nods, "true, true, true."

"I'm just going to come out and say it… you actually don't think this is too early to move in together?"

"WHAT?!"

"You're moving in here?"

"It's been like, a month!?"

"So?" My complete and utter non-chalance stopping the multiple voices inputing. "What's your point? We made a decision and we're going to go through with it, see where it leads," no matter what they say. "What does time have to do with it anyway? We're both adults, barely and I know that. Just because it's sooner than most doesn't mean we can't make it work." I think anyway. "If not, then we know whatever we have is just chemistry and we move on as friends. Sometimes people are compatible in certain areas and entirely opposites in others. It's what you as a couple make out of it."

Robin is the first to break the silence, "I can get behind that. You're basically saying the concept of time doesn't apply here, right? That you rather follow your hearts and see where it gets you." Exactly. "-that's cool."

I can't help but look at the brunette in a new light, her words settling a small bout of anxiety caused by the teen's reactions. I like to pretend they don't affect me, however, like anyone, approval and support from friends and family is of utmost importance. "Maybe this lot is just too young to get it, huh?"

"Oh yeah. Practically babies, as none of them have got to second base."

"Second base?" Eleven repeats in her appearance, Mike a step behind her.

"Did you know about Steve moving in?" Dustin's question directed at the pair.

"What?" The Wheeler teens stumbled, head whipping to look at my boyfriend and I, "Eleven and I have been dating longer and you're already moving in together?!"

El glances between our party in confusion, "Steve is always here anyway. Why such a big deal?"

"Case and point," raising an invisible glass to my sister and winking. "Moving on, let's get this nerd fest started. Will, if you'd please pass me the Temple of Doom, I'll throw it on. Sis, I got your fav from Mack's, so dig in… I'm sure you and Wheeler worked up an appetite."

"Danny!" multiple voices grumbling at my words.

I snicker and feel eyes on me, meeting dark brown barely a foot away and grinning, "something on your mind Sugar?"

"Just thinking about breaking in our new couch," Steve's murmurs, dirty thoughts for my ears only.

"Yeah? We'll definitely have to test out the quality ahead of purchasing."

"How do we do that?"

"I'll show you when we go pick one out."

"Is this going to be anything like the arcade visit?"

"Won't know until then."

Lucas's groans, "someone, anyone, please separate them," our obvious flirtation and romantic advances unwelcomed by most of our group, sounds of agreements traveling throughout the room.

Yet, there's something so enjoyable about working up the younger crowd, my orbs observing them and getting a kick from Darings frown and Lucas's exasperated expression. Mike's still at a lost from my previous comment, his ears and face flushed, the lanky teen quietly searching the bags for his order.

"See," Will voiced, "that's the smile," head nodding at me.

Eleven giggles, "Big Sis does it on purpose."

"The dirty jokes and innuendos, 100%. The cheesy crap that comes from my mouth when Steve's around? Even I don't have control over that."

"And the being touchy feely?" Buckley asks.

"She's always like that with close friends." Max adds in. Am I? "Up until I started spending more time here lately, it was little things that progressed over time, like hair touching and holding hands; now she'll just squeeze into any space beside me to cuddle or full on use me as a pillow to nap."

My boyfriend draws my attention by playfully pulling at one of my pigtails, "I never actually noticed that until now, but Red has a point."

Well, "I spent a lot of my teenage years away from most of you, while the rest was spent rebelling and neglecting my Dad. I'll forever regret time and opportunities wasted in showing my love, especially knowing now I'll never be in his presence again." Remorse, disappointment, and guilt weigh heavy in understanding that too. "I never want to feel that way over, which is why I am the way I am, nowadays."

My family and friends' unsubtlety glance around to each other, "Danny-bear…"

"Look… if it ever makes any of you uncomfortable, you'd tell me, right? I wouldn't be insulted or anything. I'm sure it can be a little bit too much sometimes."

"No complaints from me Babe."

I nudge the handsome man next to me teasingly, "you don't really get a say in that. You practically signed your rights away when you accepted this relationship." Obviously, a joke; considering every ounce of love for him is genuine and I only ever want him to find true happiness and success, whether that's with me or not. "Honestly, just tell me straight if I cross boundaries. Communication, conversation and compromise is better than avoidance, excuses and lies… we've all learnt that the hard way, right?" Gaze landing on the boys at the table, who immediately nod.

Robin chuckles, "Poor kids, I'm sure they had their fill of inappropriate jokes, under handed threats and heart to hearts today. Save the rest for tomorrow, Newby."

"Fair point. Let our newest guest take pity on you punks, tomorrow's a new day."

And so it was.

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Friday, August 30th, 1985.

Danny POV

As the rest of summer has gone on, the Newby, Hopper and Harrington household got some upgrades and personalization, our once sad and empty home feeling homier and more welcoming than ever before. Nowadays, the spare room never seems to be empty, and I've become accustomed to finding sleeping teenagers on the new, larger sofas first thing in the mornings or at the table eating breakfast.

I also got a job waitressing at Enzo's a few nights a week, something for extra cash. Who knew feeding a house full of teenagers all the time could get pricey? Though that'll slow down when school starts, hopefully…

Speaking of, that's something I'm both excited and nervous about concerning El. Her first year in school and she's entering as a freshman. Sure, she has the party at her back, but it's also a huge change. Yet, I know she'll handle it fearlessly and with grace, it's like only myself who's panicking more than anything.

Anyway, tonight Steve and I have plans with Nancy and Jon. Our original arrangement was to get dinner and go bowling in the next town over, but I'm dragging them out for skinny dipping instead. It's something the slightly uptight and less wild couple need; a night to let loose and get out of their comfort zones. If I'm able to convince them that is… if they aren't entirely up for it, the choice of leaving their undergarments on is always an option too. I wouldn't force them to strip naked if they outright said no after the speech I've got planned.

Currently, I'm still in bed with my love, whom I haven't said that to since making us official. For some reason, asking him to live together came easier, and surprisingly, so did going through with it. So far, so good. A month has only made every wonderful feeling Steve gives me a thousand times more intense. In a spectacularly amazing way of course.

Tap, tap, tap, very faint, but my ears catch it. Someone's knocking at the door, which is unusual; as everyone who usually comes here, has a key already… unless it's the mail or neighbors? Unfortunately, leaving the warmth and calling of his sleeping body for me to return to wake him up properly and say screw whoever's there; they can come back later or leave a note. Still, I go through the motions of throwing on whatever shirt my hand finds first from the dress dresser and yesterday's jean shorts that's sitting on the vanity chair.

Upon passing the main room and kitchen, I find no one. Either the teens are asleep in the rooms upstairs or out doing only God knows. When reaching the front door and pulling it open, my eyes land on a fidgeting Joyce. "Hey Mama J. Come in," scooting to the side to let her bypass me and shutting the door afterwards. "I should get a key made for you."

"Don't bother, Hun." Huh, immediately turning to face her amid preparing a pot of coffee. "I got an offer on the house and I'm going to accept it." What? "Hop didn't tell you before everything happened…" Oh. OH.

"Honestly, I forgot about that… so… that means you and the boys are leaving?"

The mother of two nods while shuffling for a moment, and then settling at the kitchen table, her next words throw me in utter disbelief, "California."

"You're moving to California with Jon and Will? Why there?"

"Big cities are easier to blend into… that and we need to get as far away from Indiana as possible. Moving is in our best interest, safety wise especially..." Fair point, agreeing with her as I set the sugar and creamer on the table, along with two worn-out mugs. "Danielle," at her tone, I quickly forgo my preparations and sit across, waiting for whatever serious statement she's surely to make. "Come with us."

"No," instantly leaves my lips.

"Danielle, hear me out, please."

"Joyce, I can't. No way."

"Please." Ugh, sighing deeply and coming to terms I have no choice in the matter, deciding on filling our cups with black life nectar and retaking my place to listen. "Whether you want to believe this or not, Jim would support me here." Would he? "-now that he's gone, he'd want Eleven out and away from Hawkins. I know he entrusted you with her, and I'd never dream of splitting you two up… but she'll never be safe here. You know that already, don't you Danielle?"

"Isn't she safer here with everyone?"

"Is that true or is that something you tell yourself because you're afraid to leave again?"

Fuck. Is it?

"I get it Danielle. I really, really do. You're happy here; in this house with Steve, Eleven and the kids coming and going whenever. It's an escape from the outside world where things are uncertain and absolute crap most days." Try 5 years straight. "- you're young and in love, and you don't want to give that up now that you have it." Steve… "- but it's blinding you from the truth, which is that Hawkins will never be secure, and Jane Hopper is only at risk here. I think its best for her to come with us; with or without you, Danielle."

Anger is the first feeling that arises in me from her bold assertion, though my Dad's voice repeating familiar words, soothes the ugly emotion. See things from her point of view and try to understand where she's coming from. It's a place of concern for my little sibling and owing it to Hopper to do what's best for the girl he considered his daughter. Joyce only wants Eleven to be out of harms way and hidden from those who would abuse her powers again…

GAH!

Fuck you Byers for blindsiding me, tears starting to form in my eyes knowing Eleven's choice has basically been made for her. She's going to hate me for it, ugh, wiping the waterworks trailing down frowning cheek, but how can I argue against keeping her alive and safe?

"Babe?" Shit, rapidly scrubbing away the evidence of tears and grinning at Steve, who shoots a weary glance between the older women and I. "Hi Mrs.Byers… everything okay?"

"Morning Steve. Everything is okay, just sharing some news with Danielle. How are you?"

"Uhh, I'm good…"

"Joyce, Will and Jon are moving to California."

My boyfriend pauses in search of a mug, surprised evident on his face and he looks at us again, "since when?"

"My house has been on the market for a while and there's an offer I can't turn down… figured it's time to move on."

"Oh… that explains the tears," ah, so it was obvious, "- I can't for the life of me picture Jonathan on sandy beaches or in swim trunks. Does he even own any?"

I giggle, "he does, though I don't think he's ever worn them… he's so pale too. He's going to stick out for the first while in Cali."

Steve laughs, "poor kid is going to burn, burn, burn."

"Without a doubt. He'll be a lobster in no time."

"Please take pictures." I nod along with my love's plea, our childish banter concerning J slightly cheering me up. Though in the back of my mind and tucked away for when I'm alone, is the important conversation with Joyce from minutes ago…

One I circle back to for the next 4500 hours, ultimately coming to one of the most heart-breaking decisions and worst goodbyes I've had to make.

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Thursday, October 3rd, 1985.

Steve's POV.

"Morning Kid… shouldn't you be in school?"

Eleven lifts her head at my greeting, a half smile on her face, "Hi Steve… not today. I'm packing."

"Packing? For what? A school trip this early in the year?"

"No… um…" the younger girls tone throws me for a loop, her eyes quickly avoiding mine when I raise a brow. "Um, Big Sis left you something on the fridge." What?

Instantly, I zero in on an envelope with my name on it, held up by multiple magnets. Okay… forgetting about the awkwardness for a moment to grab and open it up. A letter? Why in the world would Danny leave me a letter?

Steve,

I'm a coward and an absolute asshole for what you're about to read, and by the end of it all, I wouldn't be surprised if you bury every thought, moment, and memory of me, deep, deep in a hole of your heart, to fill with hate and bitterness. In fact, no one hates me more than myself, Sugar. I mean that with every fiber of my body. If I could clone myself to punch me in the face, there'd be no hesitation. Anyway...

Let me start off by being honest; you deserve so, so much better, but there's no way I'd ever be able to get the words out staring you in the face. I have tried 134 other times over in seventy-six hours when I made a final decision Friday and failing every.single.try. I'm sorry this must be informed to you through a letter… like I said, I hate myself wholly for it. Well…

On to the real reason behind this shitty note, which brings me to the beginning of all this hell. It started when Joyce came over informing me, she sold her house and is officially leaving Hawkins with her sons, as you're already aware. I had completely forgotten that had been her plan amid everything going on, still congratulating her, and then asking where she'd be going. After sharing, the mother of two said that the actual reason for her visit was to invite Eleven and I to go with them.

Very quickly my first thought was hell no… however, the women knew how to pull on my heartstrings, mentioning she'd never dream of separating my sister and I, but thought it'd be best to get El out of Hawkins. Her statement serious and reasoning that being far away is the utmost importance for my little sister's safety, and more importantly, it's what the Chief would want most for us…

Even though the voice in my head told me her speech was making sense, nothing else registered, solely because the thought of leaving all this hit me, preventing any common sense and care to register. I immediately told myself I couldn't do it and there's not a damn chance in heaven or hell I'll be abandoning Hawkins ever again. It practically destroyed me last time and surviving another round is impossible… especially now that you're finally mine.

Yet, bits and pieces got through anyhow, planting and waiting for an opportunity to arise and come to light once more. Which they did; at any given silence or peaceful moment, pushing to the forefront of my thoughts and lingering tediously, forcing me to consider every point made concerning my little sister.

Over, and over again, I've gone back and forth, fighting what'd be in Eleven's best interests. Would keeping her here be better, where she can grow alongside our friends, or am I risking her life in fear of leaving? How will she respond to me taking her away? Will it ruin the relationship and bond we've built as sisters, even if it's to ensure she's out of harm's way? What about everyone we'd be leaving behind? Will she blame herself for the hole in my chest, even if I never would, or will she blame me for hers?

Ultimately, I came to the same conclusion as Joyce, even if it kills me to do so. I'm sorry Steve. I'm sorry for leaving like this, I'm sorry for chickening out of talking to you in person, I'm sorry for this shit letter. I contemplated multiple times on asking you to come with us, but I could never be the person to make you leave behind your home on a whim. Not when you just moved in with me, which was already a dose of crazy…

But damn it all, if this hasn't been the best chance I've ever taken. From the second you walked through the doorway early July, up until now, has been an absolute dream for me. Despite losing another parent, I still managed to gain you. It in no way made up for such tragic luck… however, all the pain and grief moved to the backburner, long forgotten because of you.

A large part of me says to never admit this out loud or on paper, but you are my kryptonite, Steve Harrington… with every beautiful feeling that comes from loving you, also comes many which can destroy me. Without the light, there would be no dark, vice versa and all that jazz. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; you have this power over me, unexplainable and staggering, like plunging into a cold lake without hesitation. Fully submerged by water where all outside sound is cut off and the only sign of life is rippling light, shadow, and shapes above, when opening your eyes on a whim. I'm aware returning to the surface is safest, however there's something so alluring about sinking deeper and watching everything else fade from sight. A never-ending pull and force that comes from being with you. One that I crave wholeheartedly, and if things didn't play out this way, I'd never give up this high you give me with your every word and action.

Basically, what I'm confessing is that wherever I go, my heart belongs to you Sugar. Keep and do whatever you want with it. Be angry and upset or lost and confused… just don't be afraid to feel or let this hurt effect you from feeling again. NEVER fear what others will think of you for it either. Do whatever makes you happy. That's what really matters. Everything else means nothing if you're not happy…

Even if that may mean I'm not to be a part of it. I get it, and as of now, I'm completely uncertain where you stand on the matter or where this leaves us. All I know is how I feel and that I'm beyond sorry unexpected circumstances has prevented us from remaining together at the moment, more so than I can ever put into words. Just know, I wish and hope only the best for you Steve Harrington. Until then, I'll see you when I see you, and I'll call when I can. Pease take care of the house; I'm leaving it in your hands, bills are paid until January 87, don't let Dustin burn it down in the meantime. XOX.

D.A.N.

...

...

...

"She's gone?" My eyes falling back on the only other person here, "she left?"

El's nod is all that's needed to get me moving, feet storming back to what's supposed to be our room and stomping inside to check her dresser drawers. Empty. Next. Empty. Next. Empty… FUCK.

When did she have time to pack?

Why didn't I notice?

Am I the last to know? Again?

Goddammit Danny…

How could you just up and leave?

FUCK, slamming every drawer away with a rage and wanting nothing more than to flip out and break shit…

"Steve?"

I flinch, El's quiet voice reminding me I'm not alone. "Yeah?" Turning to find her in the doorway.

"Big Sis… she only left you for me… she… she cried a lot when she told me. I didn't know either till this morning."

"She only told you today?"

The teenager gives a small nod in response, "I... I don't know how to tell Mike and the others… I don't want to go either, but Danny-bear made a lot of sense… at least from what I understood through the crying."

Right… right, right, "I would have gone with her, you know," meaning it. "I get why she had to do it, Kid… I just don't get why she didn't believe in me follow."

"When you talk next… ask her. I know what she told me, but I should not say."

"I get it… so I'm guessing you're leaving with the Byers over the weekend, right?"

"Yes… Mrs. Byers will come by to help me pack today and then we go to her house to start there."

"Well, I'm around, so what can I do?"

"I thought you were job hunting today?"

Oh yeah.

"I should probably shower and shave first, then I'll help... so uh, give me a few, ok?"

"Okay... Steve?" Hm? "She loves you... don't give up on her," closing the door and leaving me alone.

Right.

I know where the teenage girl is coming from, but it doesn't make me any less pissed off.

In fact, I don't remember the last time I've been this fucking angry, tearing around to collect my clothes and going about preparing for the day.

When that's all said and done, I help Eleven with what little she needs packed, most of it done by the time I'm able to spare a few minutes.

Frankly, she doesn't have a lot in the first place. Alot of her stuff is clothes and whatever she wants to bring from her bedroom, which she leaves pretty much untouched. "We'll be back... Sis said we visit Christmas time hopefully... when we're older we will come back here, she promised."

"Then there's nothing to worry about, huh?" Danielle Newby never breaks a promise... or so she says, I tell myself amid stacking the last of 8 boxes by the entrance.

"Steve..." Shifting to Eleven, I wait for her to go on. "- I know I said I would not say anything... there's something she said... it uh... I might not say it right, but I hope you understand."

"I'm sure I'll get the gist of it kid."

"Hawkins will always be a home to come back to, but home is where the heart is; it goes with you or you trust someone enough to keep the fire burning until your return."

More wise words from my girlfriend.

Wait... is she?

For a third time this morning, I pull out the letter and read it over. No where in it does she say we're over and broken up. Then again, it also doesn't say anything about us being together still...

Goddammit Danny.

This is such bullshit.

For another time, the note is tucked away in the envelope and shoved in my back pocket. God knows I'll be stupid enough to look over it another thirty times today.

Suddenly, I'm brought back to the moment, arms wrapped around my abdomen as El hugs me, "I'll miss you... I know Big Sis was afraid to ask, but you should come... whenever you're ready."

"Yeah? You think I can make it out in California?"

The teenager steps back and nods, "yes... you faced the Demogorgon and evil Russians. California will be easy."

"Yeah? I better get a job and start saving for the trip."

Eleven smiles widely, "you will surprise her?"

"I'll do my best... so this stays between us, got it?"

"Yes. Not a word." I want to believe her, but knowing how close they are makes it almost impossible. "Take care of her for me, yeah?"

"I promise. You watch over the party?"

"They don't call me Daddy Steve for nothing." My lighthearted intentions making her giggle.

The sound of the front door opening stops any other conversation between us, Henderson and Wheeler's voice questioning the boxes out front.

"Is Danny donating all this?" The lankier teen asks upon rounding the corner. Eleven glances at me wearily, making it pretty obvious she has no idea what to say right now.

What would she say...?

Something ridiculously heartfelt probably.

I sigh. "It's for California."

"For the Byers?"

"It's mine." El drawing the boys eyes. "Danny-bear left already and I'm going with The Byers when they leave this weekend."

Instantly the pair of teens falter, Mike the first to get his next words out, "what? Like to live there?"

"Hawkins isn't safe enough anymore, not without Hopper."

It seems my serious statement halts anything rash, the Wheeler kid frowning and crossing the room to hug his girlfriend. "You'll be safer far away..." his voice cracking as she returns the embrace.

"How long did you know?" Henderson's question directed at me.

"I didn't."

He gawks, "she just left without saying anything to you?"

"Her drawers are empty and car is gone."

"But.. but... Danny-bear wouldn't do that!"

A bitter chuckle leaves my mouth, "hate to break it to you Henderson, but all I got was a letter."

"She wrote you a letter?"

"Uh-huh," figuring there's no harm in letting the curly haired kid read it and passing it to him.

"You know, if she left you a letter, that means she didn't actually leave without saying something." He points out.

"Whatever kid. She completely blindsided me... never saw it coming."

"If she dropped hints, you think you would of picked them up?"

The nerve of this shithead, "you notice anything off with her this month? You're here every other day."

Dustin shrugs amid scanning the written note, "well, when I really think about it, she spent a lot of time spoiling us this the last few weeks..." Did she? "-she had something planned every time we came over... not just the usual movie nights, you know? We played a few campaigns, went bowling, did predator and prey, hide and seek in the dark, tie dye and all that other random group stuff..."

...

All our spontaneous and out of the blue moments, from risky sex to genuine lovemaking ... was it all planned or out if guilt?

The curly haired teen regains my attention with a laugh, "haha... this is so Danielle."

"What does that mean?"

"You don't see it?"

"See what?"

With a deep sigh, Dustin shakes his head in disappointment, "God Harrington... I'll never understand what she really loves about you so much."

"Not once did she say in that letter she loved me."

"She did though... she also said she's left her heart with you, what more evidence do you need to believe it?"

"What evidence? You're kidding right?" Anger bubbling under my skin again. "Not up and leaving would be great! Not lying and hiding shit like this, straight to my face; can't forget that or actually expect me to trust her feelings, when she can't even trust me enough to be honest."

"Come on Steve! She left you a house and basically wrote you're it for her!"

"Fuck the letter and house, it's not good enough man," throwing my arm out in frustration and wanting to punch something as hard as possible. "I don't want that shit... I want her. I want Danielle Newby not a few thousand miles away..." Admitting it out loud hurts as much as I thought it would. Deciding I've had enough of being here right now, I almost rip the letter from Henderson's hands on my way out, ignoring his inquiries about my current plans and getting in the BMW.

Without a look back, I'm on my way to Robin's. Foreigner is jamming in player, helping me forget about the aching hole in my chest. We're not, not together... just separated... I think. It only takes a couple minutes to reach the Buckley house, driving up the parking to find my friend outside on the porch reading a book.

Upon my arrival she enters the car and takes one look at me, before raising her brow, "someone pee in your cornflakes this morning, Harrington?" I glower and nod to tbe letter on the dashboad, rapidly reversing out of the driveway as she begins reading it. "No doubt about who wrote this... so she's on her way to California then?"

"Uh-huh. No idea she was going to up and ditch me in the early a.m. Nope, not a clue. I'm an idiot Robin. Everyone always says it and I finally get it."

"You're a doofus and completely oblivious things sometimes, but you're not a total lost Steve. You have your qualities."

"Really? Tell me something then; Henderson says Danny clearly states that she loves me in this letter, but nowhere does she say it. Are we even together anymore? That was totally unclear too."

Robin chuckles, her attention on Danny's writing still, "oh Dingus..." What now? "You'd think after the Russian transmission thing, finding a code or underlying message would stand out to you." Code? "-besides, she says right here that she left you her heart and the house too... so that's cool." I guess. "As for if you're a couple, that's up to you. Her stance on the matter is evident from this letter."

...

"So I missed something?"

"Yes. It's bolded, and yet, you still didn't see it." Bolded? She sighs and as if reading my mind, "certain letters darkened."

"Oh."

"Mhm.. so I know this is going to sound a little girly, but this is pretty romantic."

I can't help the glare that settles on her, "how?"

"This is basically a love note, Steve. It's personal and sweet... I'm also not at all surprised she couldn't explain to your face."

"But why not ask me to go?"

Now my friend has the indecency to snort, "you guys barely moved in together, after one month of dating. Asking you to ditch your hometown and move across the country is wild, even for her." Is it really that crazy? Am I for knowing I'd do it with no hesitation. "Would you have gone?"

"Maybe." Yes..."Well, maybe that's why she didnt ask. Maybe she was afraid to hear your answer."

"Maybe... I guess I'll know when she gets a chance to call." Whenever that'll be.

"Anyway, you got your resumes right?" I nod. "-good. Let me look it over before we drop them off." Figuring it wouldn't hurt, I pass them from within the center console and continue the drive to main. Our first stop on the small list is Family Video.

Luckily, Robin somehow convinces Keith to hire us both, at least some kind of high point coming through on such a shitty day... that and the not so hidden message within Danielle's letter for me...

Speaking of, I wonder how she's holding up?

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Danny's POV.

The last seven hours of driving have sucked. Dry eyes from crying, air conditioner and heater crapped out, no company other than The Beatles and of course, the cherry on top is the missing organ from my chest.

Not literally.

Figuratively, as in I left it back in Hawkins with Steve. Who must have read the letter by now and either of A.) ripped it to shreds in q fit of anger at my abandonment. B.) tucked it away to deal with another time and is burying his feelings. Or, C.) missed the entire point and is storming around in utter frustration and at a lost.

I suppose I won't really know until I can call or radio in... which I likely won't do as I'm too much of a wimp to hear anything concerning him at the moment. I'll check in with Joyce when I pull into a hotel for tonight. Only another couple nights on the road and I'll be in the City of Angels... it won't be home without him, but I'll do my best to make it one for Eleven.

Afterall, all of this is for her.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Author's note: So this story will be on hiatus for the most part, up until season 4 is released anyway!

Though I do plan on writing and releasing a chapter containing extra scenes, (like the skinny dipping one I intentionally left out.) or certain moments from different POV that I think are important to showcase.

Thanks for the reviews, follows and likes. Be back soon. A.T OUT