FINALLY, SHE'S BACK...
WITH A HAPPY CHAPTER? Can it truly be?
Yes. This is a happy one. And a LONG one. The next one will be a happy one, and the next one if I split the Snow Ball and Christmas into a two-parter. Let me know if you want that, BTW, or if you want both things in the next upload. The one after that will be happy with your regularly scheduled angst session - not super angsty, but this is still a show/fic/thing with teenagers so it's bound to happen.
Anyway, this is the promised Thanksgiving and Birthday special! I wanted to have it up on Thanksgiving, but that clearly didn't happen. The next chapter will (fingers crossed) be uploaded before Christmas. I got this.
Thank you to all my readers for sticking with me! And thanks for being patient, I know it's been a hot minute. This chapter is all love and friendship. We've got cute scenes with everyone, El's included, and Veronica's presents are freaking awesome. And yes, Jonathan can afford the gift he gets her. He works hard and he loves his pseudo-sister, and this is a gift for him, too. I also finally mentioned the fact Claudia and Joyce are friends, and were close before their husbands dickishness took over and forced them to work even harder than they already did. I figured they must have been close, considering their husbands are pals and their kids have been friends their whole lives. I'm giving those two wonderful moms more friends. I'm also going to add in more of the Sinclairs and Erica. She's also in this chapter - well, she's mentioned, but it isn't in passing. She's her usual sassy self. Jonathan and Nancy talk some sense into Veronica, Steve has to answer that age-old "what are you doing after high school?" question that gets asked on Thanksgiving. And because we've all been slow-burned enough, this baby's finally gonna catch fire - ironic, given the title of my fic - and my babies will finally get together. How are we feeling about "Steronica"? "Stroni"? Whatever, y'all let me know if you've even thought about a couple name for them.
As always, I only own Veronica. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
It's been two weeks since El closed the gate. Two weeks since Will was freed from the Mind Flayer's control, two weeks since my powers went dormant and I learned how to breathe again. I mourned Barb and Bob, I've had nightmares that I can now wholeheartedly claim are just nightmares, and the world's kept spinning.
It's different this time around. The trauma. Not easier, or better, but different. Maybe because I'm at the point where I know it's okay to move on instead of just saying it and pretending. I'm not alright, I'm still scared and sad. And yes, there's this darkness in me, has been for over a year. I'm not letting it dictate how I choose to live my life anymore. I'm not letting it consume me. But when I find myself slipping, when I feel that darkness sinking its sharp teeth and talons into me, I look to the people I love. My family, my friends, Steve.
Maybe that's why it's been different this time around. I'm reminding myself of the good, instead of holding onto the bad.
It wouldn't be Hawkins without bizarre changes, though. Take Tommy H and Steve. Inseparable until November of last year, you could imagine the student body's surprise when they greeted each other in the cafeteria with friendly quips rather than threats of flying fists. They aren't best friends, they aren't even close to being close friends, but it's nice to see. This isn't to say Tommy's "flipped a switch" internally - he's still a dick, but now he's a tolerable dick. Or maybe I've had more time to be patient now that I don't constantly think I'm losing my mind.
Carol, though? Now that's been the weirdest, most welcome change. It came the Monday after the anniversary, in the second-floor girls' bathroom.
I checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror, leaning forward too much and pulling my torso taught. I grimaced at the twinge of pain and stepped back, lifting my shirt. The bruises were fading, but the one from Billy's elbow was still large and irritatingly in the way.
"Holy shit!"
I jumped at the shrill shriek and turned to see Carol standing at the entrance of the bathroom, door slamming behind her. I shoved down my shirt quickly and went to grab my bag. "Been taking self-defense classes." I try out, the lie slipping through my teeth easily.
"Did he do that to you?" She asked, mouth snapping shut when she heard the concern in her voice. I just blinked. "Did Hargrove hurt you?"
"No, uh -"
"Holy fuck, that makes… Jesus, I was wondering why you two even went splitsville, especially with Billy still so obviously into you."
"Carol, seriously, it's nothing."
She raised an eyebrow and crosses her arms, thoroughly unimpressed. "Yeah, I don't think so." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "I think Billy saw you with Steve and lost it on Harrington. I bet you got between them."
"Almost. I wasn't… I wasn't with Steve. Not like that."
"I know." I watched her read me. "You wouldn't have done that to Billy." I bit my lip and looked away, arms still crossed. "He didn't break anything, right?"
"It was an accident. And you can't say anything." I warned frostily.
She held out her hands. "Not this time, I won't. Anyway, we still have our truce." She shrugged like it was no big deal.
I actually smiled. "Tommy spilled the beans to Steve. I know you two actually like me."
Carol groaned and rolled her eyes. "God, I'm dating a dumbass."
"Hey, you said it."
Carol snorted. "Yeah, yeah." We broke into silence, and I played with the strap on my backpack. "I'm… glad you're doing better."
"Careful, Carol, other people might think you have a heart."
"Just don't tell anyone. I've got a reputation to maintain. But since Tommy blew my cover, do you need me to get you some ice?"
"I'm okay, but… Thank you, Carol. You don't totally suck, either."
She grinned and flicked her hair to the side, cocky grin a little less infuriating. "Only where it counts." That prompted a laugh from me, and five minutes later three sophomores were given the surprise of age-old enemies bonding in a dirty high school bathroom.
And look, it's not like we're having slumber parties or shit, but we talk to each other outside of school. It's done wonders for school life, Tommy and Carol being less irritating. Them relaxing means I don't constantly have to be on guard for a verbal spar or ready to fight with their crew of jackasses and airheads - Tina not included. I still can't stand Vicki and Nicole, but those girls are thankfully too busy challenging each other - and most of the female population of Hawkin's - for a certain California boy's affection.
So far, he's kept his unwanted promise to me. He stays away, he doesn't say anything to me, or Nancy and Jonathan, or even Steve. The only exception is basketball, where they've been put on the same team every practice so the coach can no longer be concerned about either one of them getting messed up more than they were before - Steve's words. So yeah, Billy will call out plays to him but beyond that… nothing. Not that Steve minds. His forehead's still healing.
If we pass each other in the halls, Billy will move out of the way and make it look like he's trying to hassle someone, but I see right through him. It's his way of "submitting" without his followers thinking he's soft or some macho shit like that. Hell, he won't even look my way. Not a glare, or a pout, or an awkward wave. This isn't even just at school. Max has been coming over to mine and Dustin's since the weekend after the anniversary. Billy doesn't even get out of the car, parking at the edge of my driveway and peeling away when Max is out of the way.
Look, what we had… it wasn't love. It could've been, if things hadn't gone down the way they did. But he was - is - important to me. I worry about him, especially because I know all about who his dad really is. I rely on Max for information on my ex; how he's been doing, if he's been hurting her. Aside from driving the redhead to school and around town, Billy hasn't broken his promise. While Max's own walls have crumbled thanks to it, she gets this look on her face sometimes when he isn't looking or has left her behind. Like she doesn't know if it'll be the last time she sees him. One time she nearly panicked when her mom picked her up from my house instead of her stepbrother. She told me the next day he'd been at home cooking dinner because he asked if he could, then mumbled something about the deliciousness of chocolate cake.
I guess I've learned that when it comes to Billy, relationships with him are complicated. You can care about him all you want, but you're also going to be a little angry that you do. I am, and more than that I'm pissed that for all the kindness he showed me, he refuses to treat other people the same way. He can be good - I know he can be - but he just. Won't.
Other than all of that, life's been smooth as Jif's peanut butter. It's something to be thankful for.
Which is only fitting, since it's Thanksgiving and this year there's no cast limiting my movement. I'm injury free and ready to dance around the kitchen like a lunatic.
"Veronica, Steve's on the phone!" My mom shouts down the hall and I hide my squeal behind my hand, slipping around the wood floor in my haste to get to her, fuzzy socks doing me no favors other than keeping my feet toasty-warm. "Here she is, dear."
I try to still my rapidly beating heart and hold the phone up to my ear. "Hey, Steven."
"Oh, I get it. When the danger's over we're back to 'Steven', huh Veronica?"
I grin and bite my lip. "Maybe."
"You aren't as cute as you think."
"That's because I think I'm beautiful."
"No, you're gorgeous." I laugh breathlessly as he coughs on the other end. "I mean, I -"
"What're you calling about, Steve?"
"Uh, the, uh… the stuffing. I'm just making stuffing, right?"
"And the mashed potatoes! You promised to make them this year." I remind him, mind briefly flashing back to this time last year, when we decided Steve coming over for Thanksgiving would be the new tradition.
"Yeah, yeah, okay. I make -"
"'Some mean mashed potatoes', I know, baby."
He snorts. "Shut up, Roni."
"Make me, handsome."
"Gross." I jump at my brother's grumpy complaint, and he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. "Morning Steve!" He shouts and I jump again, this time at the volume.
Steve laughs some more. "Tell the dipshit I said good morning, too."
"He said 'ditto, dipshit.'" I paraphrase. My brother grins then walks away, shaking his head.
"Rude, Roni."
"Take it up with my lawyer. Anything else to ask me?"
"Nope. I'll be over at 5, princess."
"See you then." I make to hang up, but he stops me.
"And, uh, Roni?"
"Yeah baby?" I ask, the nickname slipping out once more.
"Wear the green dress. If you still have it." He hangs up and I'm left a blushing mess, feeling very much like a prepubescent girl with a crush and less like the Ice Queen I made myself become.
"So, what did Steve want?" My mom asks as I walk into the kitchen, heading straight for the coffee.
"Oh, he just wanted to confirm the, uh, time. And what he's making."
"Yeah, that's all he wanted to do." My brother sasses and before I can react my mom slaps her dishcloth playfully at him.
"Dusty!" She scolds and I laugh as he rubs his shoulder.
"What else would he have wanted, D?" I ask innocently.
"You know, mom knows, we all know. It's gross." He grumbles. My mom and I look at each other and begin to quietly laugh, knowing we've failed when Dustin throws his arms up and marches back to his room.
"Why don't you finish your coffee and then get started on the pretzel rolls? I'm going to make this darn cranberry sauce." My mom finally announces, and I watch her to get to work, heart bursting with unspoken happiness.
Nearly seven hours later, the house is completely warm, smelling as amazing as it has every prior Thanksgiving. Dustin's begrudgingly allowed mom to boss him into wearing a nice blue button-down and slacks, his gross sneakers traded for dress shoes. Mom's in a soft burgundy dress, hair curled and pinned into a bun. She's always beautiful, but it hurts to see her look this good and remember what my dad did to her.
I pace back and forth in the living room, white closed-toe heels clicking on the floor and the skirt of my green lace dress swishing around. It's a little before 5 o'clock so it isn't like Steve's late, but my whole body is vibrating, every nerve pulsing with excess energy. "Relax, Leia, he'll be here soon." My brother rolls his eyes, but he's smiling and looking at the clock with anticipation.
"Oh, like you aren't excited, either!" I growl.
"Veronica and Dustin, you be nice to each other before I throw out this pumpkin pie!"
Dustin and I gulp. "Sorry."
"Our bad, mom." He and I amend, right as the doorbell rings.
"Oh God, I'm going to throw up. Do I look good? I look good, right?" I ask my mom and Dustin.
"Yes!" My younger brother exclaims, and I nervously tuck my long blonde curls behind my ears as our mom opens the door.
"Steve! It's so good to see you again, dear. Let me take those dishes."
"Thanks. You too, Claudia." Steve responds, and I almost dash towards the hall to hide for a bit when Dustin stops me, shaking his head like he's suddenly an unamused adult. "Henderson! Hey buddy, I… wow." He looks past my brother's shoulder and blinks at me, and I force my blush away. "Yo-you look great. Beautiful. Uh, I like your dress?"
Dustin looks between us, snorts, then walks over to assess the two bouquets in Steve's hands.
"What, no flowers for me?"
Steve glares down at him, but his lips twitch like he's about to smile. "Next time, buddy. How do you feel about roses? Maybe lilies?"
"No thanks, I'm good."
My mom laughs as she passes us, carrying two large Tupperware containers. "Dusty, quit teasing our guest. And bring me Steve's Thanksgiving bouquet - it deserves to be our centerpiece!"
I smile as Dustin snaps into action, probably still concerned mom's going to ban him from touching the pumpkin pie. Steve doesn't meet my little brother's eyes as he hands over the more colorful flowers, and Dustin gives me this mockingly-cute face, jumping away when I lunge towards him.
Steve clears his throat and I face him, smiling up at the older teen softly. "These are for you."
I grin and accept the gardenias, taking in their sweet scent. "Thank you. The ones you got a couple of weeks ago finally bit the dust. Literally. You going to get me another bouquet on Saturday?"
Steve rolls his eyes and comes closer, a hand on each of my hips. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll get you sixteen more so you've got your seventeen."
"You gonna fill my room with gardenias?" I ask, still smiling up at him as he tugs me closer.
"That a challenge, gorgeous?" I wink and laugh as he bends down, kissing my forehead and then my cheek. "I could, you know. No problem."
"Bet the florist'll be even happier."
"Please, I'm Ms. Harper's best customer." He pulls away from me a bit, hands still in their place as his thumbs stroke the lace fabric covering my hips. "You sleep okay?"
I shrug and lean up, kissing his cheek. "If I had a nightmare, I don't remember it."
"Good." His hand raises to tug at the ends of my curls, gentle. "Let's keep it that way."
"You're preaching to the choir there, but sure." He rolls his eyes and steps away from me, slipping his arm around my shoulders as I lead him into the kitchen.
"You're a menace, you know that?"
"An absolute hellion."
"The worst."
"Ouch."
Soft lips press against the scar on my temple. "The best. The greatest."
"Stop it." I groan, slapping his chest half-heartedly.
"Oh, excellent, I'll put these in water too." My mom interrupts us, stealing the bouquet from my hands with a conniving wink.
Let it be known that Claudia Henderson is as trouble-making as her children.
"Mom, come on, I'm goddamn starving right now! It's ten past five, can we eat yet?!" Dusty complains from the dining room table.
"Dustin Henderson, you watch that mouth of yours!" My mom shouts back, absentmindedly handing me the vase as she storms over to deal with my brother. "Dusty, if you even think about touching those rolls -"
"I wasn't! Oh my God!" As my mom and brother argue I nod my head to my bedroom and Steve snorts, trailing after me.
Like before, I put the vase on my bedside table. "Excited for your second Thanksgiving with the Hendersons?"
"You've got no idea. I've been looking forward to it all year." I turn and grin up at him. "What can I say? Your mom makes the best pumpkin pie."
I pout and kick at his shin lightly. "Mean."
"Yeah, you're right. I was mainly looking forward to Dustin's rants about Cells and Monsters or whatever."
"Dungeons and Dragons."
"Nerd."
"By association!"
"Uh-huh. Right." I narrow my eyes at his playful look of disbelief.
"Were you looking forward to anything else?" I ask, stepping a little closer to him, hands clasped behind my back.
He shrugs, then begins counting off different reasons with his fingers. "Maybe one of the Star Wars movie. The one with the teddy bears. Dustin's brussel sprouts burps. Ooh, hot apple cider, definitely the leftovers-" I roll my eyes at his teasing, and he stops, pulling me into him so my hands are braced in his chest, curling into the green fabric of his fluffy sweater.
Oh. We match. I dumbly think to myself.
"You in this dress. That's what I was most looking forward to."
"Steve."
He gives me a soft look and starts to lean down. "Roni."
"Assholes, c'mon, it's time to - whoops." Steve and I step away from each other, Dustin pointedly looking above our heads. "Dinner. It's dinner. Sorry, my bad. Um… bye." He skitters off and I sigh, two strong arms wrapping around my waist from behind.
"Well, we should go join them. Do I have to worry about fighting Dustin to sit next to you?"
I shake my head and giggle as we walk out of my room like that - Steve's arms still around my waist with me leading the way. "You could take him."
"He's just lucky I didn't bring my nail-bat."
Lie. It's in his trunk. I saw it yesterday when he picked me up from work.
"Mhm. I know you actually like him."
"He's my second-favorite Henderson. Your mom has all my love."
I roll my eyes and playfully push him away, but let him tug me to the dining room nonetheless. My mom's standing up, Dustin seated next to her and nervously looking at the sharp knife in her hand, poised to carve the turkey. Steve lets go of me, and I think he's embarrassed at us being caught until he pulls out my chair and pushes me into the table, all chivalrous. He sits next to me after offering to help my mom, who shushes him. She begins to carve the turkey, making happy noises and noting its perfectly cooked. My brother's licking his lips like some kind of wild animal and I catch Steve laughing into his hand from the corner of my eye.
When she's finished, my mom sits down. Just at Dustin is reaching for a piece of meat, she takes his hand and stops him. "Before we dig in, I'd just like to say a few words." My brother groans then jolts a bit, and I realize it's because Steve kicked him. "Oh, Dusty, patience is a virtue." He grumbles, yelping when Steve kicks him again. "Last year was… it was difficult, to put it simply. I think we were all mostly thankful that Veronica made it home." My mom's voice breaks and my eyes well up with tears. A large hand grabs my smaller limb and I look over to see Steve staring down at me, his own hazel eyes wet. "We haven't done this in years, but I'd like for all of us to say something we're thankful for. And no, Dustin, this meal does not count." She preemptively warns, and I grin. "I'll go first. While I miss Mews dearly," I glare at Dustin who returns it with a guilty grimace, "I'm thankful that both of my children are healthy and happier, and I'm thankful Steve could join us again."
Steve blushes a little, but he's still holding my hand. "I guess I'll go. Um, I'm also thankful I get to spend Thanksgiving here, again. I'm thankful that Dustin and I are friends."
"Aw, buddy." Dustin blushes, and I snort.
"And I'm thankful for Roni. For being here." He awkwardly adds, clearing his throat. My mom sends me a conspicuous wink and I blush deeper than my younger brother.
Dustin is side-eying the food, but gives into my mom's request.
"I'm, uh, thankful for my family, and new friends." He pointedly stares at Steve. "And the food, mom. I'm starving." Dustin can't help himself, but my mom's in too good a mood to care.
Everyone looks at me and Steve squeezes my hand. "I'm thankful to be here. I'm thankful for everything that's happened this year, bad and good." I smile over at my little brother. "I'm thankful for all the love and patience that's been given to me." My mom sends me a teary grin, and I look up at Steve. "I'm thankful for the people who make me happy." He gives me a soft look, thumb rubbing over the back of my hand. I look back over at my mom and brother. "Also this food. I think we'd all be thankful if D was eating - less chance of a tantrum."
My mom lets out a wet laugh as my little brother makes an offended noise, but he doesn't stop her from piling his plate high with every dish on the table. Much to mine and Steve's chagrin Dustin grabs nearly a quarter of the brussel sprouts, which means he's going to be gassy the rest of the night. I'm not sitting next to him on the couch, that's for damn sure.
"Holy shifth Svehve." I get out as I take in a forkful of the best mashed potatoes I've ever had. They're creamy, but not liquidy, buttery and garlicky with subtle herbs. "So good." I finally swallow, mouth no longer full. His ears turn red when my mom wholeheartedly agrees.
"Thanks. It's my grandma's recipe."
"Well they're fu-"
"Dustin Henderson!" My mom warns.
"Sorry, Jesus. They're freaking good." He sticks his tongue out at her and she mimics him, eyes screwed shut tightly as she adds a mocking noise to it.
I shake my head at their antics and keep eating, practically shoving everything into my mouth thanks to my hunger. If I wasn't close with our guest I'd be completely grossed out with my lack of etiquette, we've seen each other covered in blood and monster goo. Hell, he watched me slit the throats of every demodog I managed to kill in the junkyard and that wasn't enough to scare him away.
"So, Steve, have you started thinking about your plans for next year?" Steve coughs on his piece of turkey and I quickly pat his back, handing the older teen his cup of water.
"Uh, well, I missed the early application deadline, but I still have time to meet the regular deadline." He awkwardly mutters, shifting slightly. He's holding himself confidently, eyes meeting my mom's with their usual softness, but I know what to look for. His knuckles curl up a bit and his tongue flicks out in a way that can be excused for wetting dry lips, but really means he's trying not to say something dickish.
I place my hand on his thigh, barely squeezing it. His knee starts to settle and his jaw moves a tick. "You wanted to look it over on Monday after school, right?" I pretend to remind him, even though we never made those plans.
In fact, any time I've tried to mention helping him, he's blown me off with a "Don't worry, my dad's been calling me to help."
Please, like John Harrington would ever stay on the phone for longer than five minutes to help his son. Nance only met Mr. Harrington twice in the year she and Steve dated, and that alone said enough about the man.
But now he can't turn down my offer. He knows it, too, his cheeks flushing with the frustrated kind of red - not in the "you're so hot and we're in public" way - in the "I will kill you" kind of way.
"Right. Yes."
"Will Mark let him occupy your time like that?" My mom asks me, but I don't look away from Steve who's pointedly taking a bite of roasted vegetables.
"I picked up the Tuesday shift instead." I will. "This is more important, anyway. Monday's are always slow."
"Yeah, you've complained enough about them. Where are you thinking of applying to, Steve?" My mom asks, but it's not in a nosy way. She's just trying to make gentle conversation.
He shrugs. "Indiana State. Chicago State. My dad went to Dartmouth, but that's a bit of a stretch for me." He says it like that doesn't matter, but I know it weighs him down, especially because I can easily infer those were his old man's words. "There're may be some scouts coming in for basketball soon, but it all depends on how this season goes."
"That would be wonderful! But you know dear, it's also more than okay to take some time. I took off a year after I graduated high school, and it really did do wonders for me. Then again, Robert was also still fighting in Vietnam, so that definitely distracted me from my studies."
In the past, she would've said that clinically, like if my mom said it any other way she'd burst into tears. That's fine - no one in their right mind who knows how that relationship ended would judge her for it. It's just nice to see she's allowed herself to move on even more.
I can't help but wonder if she's ready to start dating. Maybe I'll get her a new cat, first. A new man can come later.
"Maybe. Dad's pretty adamant about me going somewhere for business. We've talked about me working for him, maybe even take over later on down the road."
"What does John do again?" My mom sips her red wine, and my fingers tap at his thigh to an unknown beat.
"My dad is the CEO of my grandfather's real estate investment company. He's out of town a lot now, expanding in different states and going to different meetings."
"I see. And how is your mom? I ran into her briefly a few weeks ago, she seemed a little stressed."
"She's good." Steve waves off her concern. "Yeah, dad's been trying to finish up this big deal for a property in New York, so the house has been a little hectic."
No, baby, it's been empty. You've been sad, and I've been too scared to actually go in and keep you company.
"Well, I hope it goes well for him. And I'm sure that whatever you decide for next year, it'll be the right choice for you." She sends him that all-seeing look of hers, reading him like he's one of her favorite romance novels, easily and with her full attention.
Steve breathes out quietly, giving my mom a warm smile at her reassurance. It's something he's needed from a parent for awhile now. Reassurance.
He looks at me and I smile, nodding my head in solidarity.
The moment is broken when Dustin belches louder than Chewbacca roars, immediately prompting a laugh from Steve.
My hand doesn't move from its place on his thigh.
3rd Person POV (Steve)...
Ever since Mrs. Henderson asked him about his future, Steve's felt this lump in his throat. The last conversation he had with his dad was what - five days ago? John Harrington went in on him when Steve admitted he hadn't turned in his applications. His dad was so pissed any concern about his son - the insurance company finally got in contact with the older Mr. Harrington - was shoved out of the way.
Which, look, Steve knows he's an idiot. But he's not stupid enough to send in a shitty essay to go with an unhelpful side of shitty grades and poor academic decisions.
He isn't mad at Claudia, he knows she's just curious. He just wished he was smart enough to actually have a plan to talk about. Maybe he should take a year off and get his life together. He'd have to work for his dad, probably, but he could stay here. Be with the people who need him, who want him, who love him. And he could spend that time figuring out what he wants in life instead of rushing into something his dad expects him to do.
Roni's hand on his thigh keeps him grounded and as cool as her Ice Queen persona. She sends him small smiles as her mom and brother argue about vegetables, and he finds himself - easily - smiling back. Because he gets to have this, whatever this is, now. Finally.
As her mom leaves to finish up their dessert he helps the two Henderson siblings carefully clear the table, snorting when Dustin nearly drops the remaining turkey as he stumbles over his feet and Roni calls him "Klutz Master" before she bumps into another chair and almost upends the cranberry sauce on her dress.
"That's karma, Leia!"
"Shut up, dipshit!"
"Veronica Leigh Henderson, you watch your language!" Dustin laughs and points at the scared look on his sister's face. She goes to kick at him and he squeals, dashing to the safety of the kitchen and Claudia Henderson's watchful eye without dropping a piece of meat.
Steve just watches the Henderson girl fondly, carrying the bulk of the table's contents. "What?" Roni asks when she catches him staring, and Steve doesn't even care that his face probably looks like it's on fire.
"Nothing. Just…" The light's caught her hair, turning the blonde locks golden and making her sun kissed skin glow - how its still sun kissed will always be a mystery, especially since it's winter. Her cheeks are still flushed red with anger at her brother and embarrassment from her clumsiness, her emerald eyes shine with residual frustrated-humor. Even wearing that dress, though, he's never needed an excuse to look at her. Well, he'd make them when he was younger. But now…
Well, he's only a man. And that's his Roni. So sue him if he wants to look.
"Just what?" She asks again, smiling at him all soft.
Steve grins at her. "You're gorgeous, you know that?"
He has the pleasure of watching her face light on fire. She stammers then rolls her eyes, practically running away from him. He laughs under his breath and trails after her, shaking his head. Claudia's back is to them when they enter, but Dustin's eyes are flicking between the two older teens. Steve gulps a little when the kid focuses a little too hard on his sister's obvious flush. He wiggles his eyebrows at Steve when Roni isn't paying attention and Steve rolls his eyes, ruffling the brown curls as Dustin walks past him. The younger male slaps his hand away, but sends him a warm smile nonetheless. As Claudia bustles around Roni nudges her head towards the back door. Steve may not be the sharpest dude, but he's always understood people. That's his thing, he's… people smart? He knows how to read 'em, especially this one.
She tells her mom they're stepping outside for some air and he follows Roni out. The Ice Queen shivers when they're no longer surrounded by the warm air in her house, and he tugs her to him with no hesitation.
"Thought the Ice Queen didn't get cold?" Steve asks, cheekily.
He feels her smile against his chest. "And I thought you hated me."
"Oh, I do."
"My mistake, then." There's a pause before she speaks again. "Do you have a cigarette? Left mine in my room."
"Nope. I quit, like, months ago. Did you seriously forget the withdrawals?"
"Now that I think about it, no. Shit, I'll run in real quick, grab us a blanket too -"
"Whoa, no. Uh-uh."
"Why not?" She asks, blinking up at him.
Steve frowns. "You've been smoking like Hopper this year. Maybe you should… cut back?"
"Okay, I haven't been smoking that much -"
"Liar." He holds his ground, even when her signature glare makes him freeze in terror. "C'mon. If not for you, then do it for Dustin. I know last year at my… I know last year I encouraged you to have one, but… quit it for the kid."
"I only smoke once a day now!"
"Yeah, not good enough. Tell you what, once you finish the pack I'll help you quit."
Roni smirks up at him. "I'll just buy more."
Steve narrows his eyes. "Then I'll pay your sellers off. All of them. I have the money to." Sensing Roni's about to say something less polite and more snarky, he finds himself smirking and slipping into the charming tone that helped earn him his reputation. "Also, no one wants to kiss an ashtray."
Roni stammers a bit, then pouts, clearly having one more trick up her sleeve. "Billy did." She grumbles, and Steve feels the words stab at his heart. He doesn't flip out though, because there's regret in her eyes the minute she says it. "Sorry, I'm sorry."
"It's okay if you still have -"
"I don't. Not anymore. I started not to the second he knocked your ass on the ground, all bloody and messed up. Any romantic feelings left the building when my brother told me Billy tried to kill him." She says, but it's not with a reassuring tone. It's final, the truth. "It felt good, though, being encouraged to just be angry. It wasn't -"
"Good for you, though." Steve finishes, holding her even closer. "Not in the long run. I'm sorry that he ended up being the dick I thought he was."
"I know you are." Roni whispers, and he can hear the smile in her voice. "It's fine though, Steve. Honest. I'm good. I'm actually feeling so much better. Like I can finally move on."
Smiling to himself, proud of the girl in his arms, Steve leans down and kisses the top of her head. Even as the cold wind blows around them, and both teens shiver, and pumpkin pie is ready to be eaten, there's nowhere else that Steve would rather be.
Veronica's POV…
"And then, get this. Drew, that shithead from the basketball team, came in!" I growl, sucking in a big gulp of strawberry milkshake, venting about the horror story that was Black Friday at Hunting & Camping. Not because it was busy, but because it was slow and a freaking double shift.
"That dick? What'd he do?" Nancy asks, taking a break from her milkshake - chocolate, this time, since that's the flavor she actually likes. Jonathan steals some of her fries, earning him the legendary "Nancy Wheeler Glare of Doom".
"Ugh. He walked around for like 45 minutes and then proceeded to ask me stupid questions about camping supplies." I slurp some more milkshake before waving a fry around. "And then he had the nerve to say, 'I love me a working girl. But if you were me, you wouldn't have to work again. Well, maybe a little.' Like that was gonna make me swoon or some shit!"
"Here's your onion rings, birthday girl." Shelly interrupts us, the older woman setting down my small plate and worriedly checking me over. "Some punk was bothering you?"
"Don't worry Shelly, I handled it." I flash her a winning smile and she just hums, side-eyeing me as she moves on. I turn my body and refocus on my amused friends. "I did not handle it." I hiss at them.
"What? Why not?" Jonathan asks.
"I didn't get the chance. Because goddamn Billy Hargrove came from around the corner - out of nowhere - and said to 'back off'."
"Seriously?" Nancy asks, leaning forward.
I nod, mind back on yesterday.
As soon as those words left Drew's mouth, I felt two urges; close myself off, or throw a punch. I didn't have time to give into anything, because an angry Billy emerged from behind the winter shelves and advanced on Drew. "Hey, buddy. Back off." Drew's the tallest guy at school, but he isn't built like my ex. So when Billy says to "back off" he held up his hands.
"Just making small talk. Sorry man."
"No. You back off, or you'll regret it. Understand?"
I looked down, my hands clenched into fists while my nails start to bite into my palms. "Yeah. Whatever, man." I didn't have to look up to know Drew stormed out. He knocked over a whole shelf of sleeping bags, snorting as he left.
"It's a day early, but happy birthday." I glanced up as Billy followed after Drew, leaving me behind in confusion and frustration.
"He wished me a happy birthday, before he left. Hell, I don't even know why he was there." I tell Nancy and Jonathan, no longer in my head. "Especially after he said he'd leave me alone."
"Weird. Definitely weird."
"Guys make no sense." Jonathan makes a wounded sound. "No offense."
"Yeah, well, I can say the same about girls… but I won't." He gulps as Nancy and I glare at him in sync, thoughts two girls wink in agreement at his words.
"I think it's fair to say no one makes sense." Nancy reasons, and we all nod.
"When's Steve meeting you with us?" Jonathan asks, after we take a quick break from talking to eat in comfortable silence.
"I don't know." Nance shrugs, then looks at me.
I sigh sadly and tuck a loose curl behind my ear. "He promised to be at mine by 7:30."
"You think he's okay?"
"Let's see; his parents are home for the first time in weeks, and his dad's probably tearing into him about everything. I'm sure he's fine." I frown. "Sorry. I'm just…"
"Worried." Nancy finishes for me. I bite my lip and take a last sip of my milkshake. "Has he at least worked on his essay?"
"I'm helping him Monday. Got Mark to give me the day off since I had the hell shift yesterday." Shrugging, I chew on my onion ring. "He's got until January to turn everything in. We're going to try and get it in by December 10th." I say as we swallow.
"We'll help, too." Jonathan offers. "Where's he applying?"
"Everywhere his dad is making him." Nancy declares angrily, furiously chewing on a fry.
Dartmouth. Indiana State. Chicago. Duke. All reach schools for Steve, unfortunately, thanks to his lackluster grades. Which he's owned up to. But hopefully if he turns in an amazing essay, they'll see how much potential he has. Steve has a lot of potential. He just needs encouragement, and that won't be happening with his dad yelling at him or his parents neglecting him.
"Let's make a pact." I declare, clearing my throat. "No matter what happens with Steve and his college applications, we'll be there for him. We'll be the support system he needs."
"Obviously." Jonathan rolls his eyes. I almost laugh at how their relationship changed - they're not best friends, but they're getting there. "I mean, he's an idiot, but he's our idiot."
Nancy laughs and nods. "Yeah." She smiles at me and takes my hand. "I'm in. I owe him that much." Nancy admits, and Jonathan gives her a soft look of understanding. "And maybe you two will finally get your shit together."
I blink at her, mouth open like a fish. "I - what?"
She crosses her arms and leans back, Jonathan laughing behind his free hand as his other arm wraps around her shoulders. "You heard me. Jonathan and I talked about it. We're tired of you two. Get your shit together." Nancy orders.
I sigh, the breath that escapes me making me sag. Crumpled into myself a bit, I look up at my two closest friends from my lashes and finally voice my fear. "What if we get together, but realize we waited too long and we're just building up a fantasy?"
Nancy raises her eyebrows. "Okay, I seriously doubt that could even be a possibility for you two, alright?"
"But -"
She shakes her head, stopping me. "And even if that did happen, wouldn't it be better if you could say 'at least we tried?' Come on, Jonathan, help me out here."
Her boyfriend looks between the two of us, lost. I fold my arms and make a gesture for him to speak up, and he groans. "I, well, uh… I mean, Nancy's right?"
"Thank you, Jonathan."
"Real helpful Johnny, thanks." Nancy and I both respond, though I'm significantly less smiley.
Jonathan pouts and crumples up a napkin. "Oh, shut up!" He chucks the napkin at my head and I cross my eyes, watching it fall onto my lap. "Think about it though, Ver. You guys are gross."
I narrow my eyes. "That's rich, coming from googly eyes one and two." I point at them accusingly.
Nancy pouts. "Hey!"
"Alright, alright. It's true though. Not what you said about us!" Jonathan clarifies, and I raise an eyebrow. "Even before… everything… I'd catch him staring at you when you weren't looking, and you'd do the same. It pissed me off because I knew you liked him but I didn't realize he felt the same. I know better now, and so do you. Plus, you and Steve have the real shit - shared trauma."
I tilt my head in thought and furrow my eyebrows. "Wait a minute, isn't that the same thing Murray Bauman told you and Nance?" I ask, remembering what he told me about their pleasurable road trip.
Jonathan laughs and looks lovingly at his girlfriend. "What can I say? It was a good point."
I watch them stare longing at each other, like the whole world just disappeared and it's only them. It's so gross. "God, you two are disgusting." I complain.
Nancy smirks at me, all smug and confident and proud. "Yeah, well, this could be you and Steve but you're both being idiots."
"Jonathan, your girlfriend's bullying me!"
Nancy wrinkles her nose at me. "Jonathan, your sister's being stupid."
Said boy groans and rubs his forehead, eyes now on his empty mug. "Jonathan doesn't care. Jonathan needs more coffee if he's going to have to deal with your dramatics."
I grin mischievously. "Jonathan needs to stop speaking in the third person."
Nancy nods and copies my smile. "Jonathan should be cut off from coffee, he barely sleep as it is."
"You would now." He sasses, not missing a beat. Nancy turns redder than a strawberry, blue eyes going dark with rage.
"Jonathan!" She yells, shoving him in the shoulder. He groans in pain and rubs it, glaring at her.
I snort and finish my last onion ring, signaling Shelly for another milkshake. She nods and winks my way. "God, I love you two."
They both soften when I focus on them. Nancy smiles. "We love you, too."
"Yeah."
I roll my eyes good-naturedly. "Whatever."
Jonathan peers out the window, a weird mix of a smile and worried expression gracing his face. "Guess his parents finally let him go."
"What?" I blink and turn in my seat, watching a forlorn Steve walk towards the entrance to Sally's, hands tucked in his coat pockets as he glares at the ground. The bell jingles, signaling the door opening, and the three of us watch him make his way to our booth. When our eyes meet he sends me a sad smile, tugging off his coat and folding it in his arm.
"Hey, my parents had to leave a little earlier. Business emergency or something. I miss anything exciting?" He asks, leaning over and behind me to leave his coat on the thick sill next to me, on top of my own. He sits down and pulls me into him. I go willingly, needing his touch, too. "Happy birthday, Roni." He whispers in my ear, kissing my forehead lightly. I feel him shudder and squeeze and arm around his stomach.
"You good, man?" Jonathan asks and we pull away from each other without letting go of one another.
Steve sighs and shrugs. "Fine."
"Steve -"
He shakes his head at Nancy, frowning now. "Nance, it's okay. I'll tell you guys about it tomorrow. Today's all about Roni."
I watch him carefully, wanting to give in to my curiosity, but I know Steve. He needs time to wrap his head around whatever his dad just threw at him. Hounding him for the story when he isn't ready to talk about it… that isn't going to help him. "Well, I'm happy you're here, baby." I smile up at him, not a word of a lie escaping my lips.
He releases the last of the tension in his bones and gives me a thankful look. "You order another milkshake?"
"Hell yeah. Don't worry, it's only my second." I reassure him, the two of us remembering a time this past July when I'd had four milkshakes and was left with a sugar rush that lasted nine hours.
He snorts. "It's your birthday. I'd be more concerned if you didn't order more than one."
"You two know we're still here, right?" Nancy teases us and we jump, both giving her twin innocent expressions. "Good. So, Steve, you going to suck it up for our birthday girl and order a strawberry milkshake?"
"Did you?" He asks, the two exes glaring friendly at each other, any lingering awkwardness from the last few weeks long-gone.
"No. She had a chocolate one."
"Yeah, and he had coffee." Nancy tattles on her boyfriend in return, who rolls his eyes.
While the new couple bickers like an old married couple, I look up at Steve. "Well, you going to give in to my wishes and have a strawberry shake with me?" He pouts and I laugh at the disgusted look on his face. "I'm kidding. Get your chocolate one. I'll probably steal some."
"Listen, that isn't fair. You know I won't take from yours!" Steve gripes, and I widen my green eyes dramatically, lip wobbling. "I mean, of course you can."
"Guys. So easily manipulated." Nancy mutters conspiratorially to me, and I wink at her. The boys next to us grumble in disagreement.
"Here you go, sweetheart. Hi Steve, chocolate milkshake?" Shelly asks, setting my strawberry milkshake down in front of me and taking away the empty glass.
He nods. "Yes, please. And a big plate of curly fries."
"You got it, sweetie. I'll be back soon. More coffee, Jonathan?" Shelly offers, and my oldest friend grins.
"No thanks. I've been told I'm overdoing it." He pokes his tongue out at Nancy and I while Shelly laughs.
"Okay. I'll be back in a jiff."
"Seriously guys, what did I miss?" Steve asks, and I point at the couple across from us.
"They were torturing me, Steve."
"She's just being dramatic." Jonathan defends himself, and my mouth opens in disbelief.
"They were gross."
"Yeah, but at least we didn't shove an entire slice of cherry pie down our throats!"
"It's my birthday, Jonathan, I got excited -"
"You didn't even chew -"
"Always been more of a -"
"Swallower. I never wanted to know that -"
"Yeah, well, you also made me sit in the cold for hours for ten straight hours so you could take photos of the same tree!"
"It was for a project! You love the woods!"
"Not when the snow reaches my hips and I'm practically an ice cube!"
"I thought you're the Ice Queen!"
"It's not a literal nickname, Johnny!"
"Jesus, I'm sorry I asked." Steve interrupts us, and he looks to Nancy for help but she's busy trying not to choke on her laughter, her face turning bright red. "Have they been like that all day?"
"All their lives, probably." Nancy manages to get out, smirking.
Jonathan and I look over at each other and make the same face. That's fair.
Feeling a little mischievous, I scoot over and stare up at the guy I love, his hazel eyes on me in less than a second. "Why? Is it a bad thing?" I ask Steve, batting my lashes so I look worried at his answer.
"Wha-no! No, of course not. It's awesome. I mean, it's a little weird, but… oh, you devious little shit." Steve points at me, cutting off his awkward rambling. I start to smile. "Stop, no, you suck. Screw you, you blonde gremlin. You've been teasing me like that for two whole weeks, I thought I'd get a break on your birthday." My smile gets wider and I laugh, chest the lightest it's been in five damn years, since my dad left and everything I thought I knew about my then-hero was a lie.
Shelly returns with the plate of fries and a chocolate shake, giggling at the four of us. As Steve accepts his milkshake while continuing to complain about my teasing Jonathan and Nancy laugh at him. I wink at Jonathan as he presses a kiss to Nancy's temple, then take a sip from my strawberry milkshake. Still complaining about the constant teasing to his ex-girlfriend/now good friend, Steve tugs me into his side. His right hand finds mine and his fingers trace over the arrow ring on my thumb.
I haven't enjoyed my birthday, not in five years. Not really. I celebrate it for my family and friends, not necessarily for me. Not even last year, when I made it out of Hell alive. Today, though… today's different. I'm going to enjoy today for me.
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday," I cringe but laugh at the out-of-key singing, a collection of bad, good, and absolutely terrifying voices screaming in my ears, "to Veronica! Happy Birthday to you!" I snort as the gathering cheers, Hopper and my mom shouting at me to blow out my candles while Max, Lucas, and Dustin remind me to make a wish. El is sitting next to me on the couch, Hop telling mom she's his foster kid - but to keep it under wraps, Claudia, it's new and I don't want people bothering me just yet, but Veronica's been helping me with her. So, not really a lie, but not the whole truth. It's need to know, anyway, and that's all mom needed to know before she ushered the tiny girl into the house and swept her up in the storm that is Claudia Henderson's mothering.
El blinks up at me in confusion, her eyes flicking to the candles. "Make… a wish? Why?" She whispers before I can lean in.
I pause and shrug. "I don't know why, really. It's just something you do, on your birthday. You blow out the candles, make a wish, and hope it comes true."
"Does it?"
I smile at her, thinking about last year's wish. I wish El was alive. "Sometimes."
"Seriously, blow out the candles, your cake's gonna be ruined!" Mike warns, and I roll my eyes. To my absolute pleasure El copies me.
I lean towards the tiny flames and think. And nothing comes to mind. I don't have anything to wish for, because everything I want is here, and what I can't have will always be gone. So I just blow out the candles. The kids cheer in relief as my mom picks the cake back up, her and Joyce retreating to the kitchen to start serving it.
"Hey, buddy. How are you feeling?" I ask Will as he comes over to join El and I on the couch.
He's started looking more lively, this past week. I mean, he's still pale and skinny, but he's cheeks are constantly flushed red with happiness and his eyes aren't so dark with fear. Not that he's all better. Neither one of us will be, probably not for a while. We've called each other enough times after a nightmare this past month to think that.
Will grins and nods, and I throw an arm around both kids. "Good. Just got tired of listening to Dustin and Lucas argue with Mike about an old campaign."
I snort and watch the three boys bicker, Max shaking her head and snapping her fingers in their faces to cool them off while Hopper looks down at his beer like he's hoping it'll multiply. Steve's joined in the little battle of wits while Jonathan snaps some pics and Nancy takes a seat next to El, who lets her in the space.
"God, what a bunch of idiots." Nancy gripes.
"Yeah. Idiots." El copies. Nance and I look at each other in amusement.
"Come on guys, let's beat the morons for the biggest slices of cake." I suggest, standing up.
"Hell yeah. Last year I had to fight Dustin for my piece." Will bitterly mumbles and I grin at the sweet boy's malice.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you." A tiny noise comes from my other side as we stand. "And El. El and I will protect you." The quiet girl peers around me to nod supportively at Will, who smiles thankfully at her.
"Cake's ready!" My mom yells, just as we're entering the kitchen. There's a mad dash behind us, but I calmly accept one of the largest pieces, kissing my mom on the cheek and hugging Joyce, who fondly pats my back despite the pain still in her eyes.
A woman as wonderful as her doesn't deserve to be sad.
"This is cake." El mutters up to me, a question without being phrased as one. I nod and sit back down on the couch, a little breathless after having to dodge Lucas and Dustin trying to swipe at my slice.
"Yes. Chocolate with layers of strawberry jelly."
"Like on the sandwiches Hop makes."
I nod, and grin. "I know it isn't an Eggo, but I promise it's still good."
She sends me a shy smile and I eagerly watch her take a bite. She grins in awe and proceeds to stuff half of her slice and her mouth, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk's.
"Whoa there, relax. Careful bites, sweetheart." I gently warn. She nods and chews for a solid minute, swallowing in satisfaction. "I think Mike misses you." I whisper conspiratorially, winking. She blushes and takes another bite, before worriedly looking at the other girl in the Party. "Max doesn't like him. She's nice, El." El looks at me, brow eyes hard, and I raise an eyebrow in motherly judgment. El blushes some more and glances down at her lap. I tap under her chin and she lifts it. "Go talk to your friends. If they get irritating, let me know."
"Okay. Thank you, Veronica." El gets up and walks over to the group of kids sitting around the dining table. I watch as she awkwardly sits next to Max, the redhead giving her a look of surprise before smiling warmly. El's face is deadpan, but my concern fades when I see her shoulders relax.
"Looking a little lonely there, birthday girl." Steve voices next to me, and I grin as he sits next to me.
"Well, it was your turn to handle the kids."
Steve's nose wrinkles. "Next time Nancy and Jonathan can take care of that shit."
I laugh. "Baby, we're the babysitters. Mike doesn't listen to Nance, anyway, and he's usually half the problem."
"Nah. 65% of the problem, at least." Steve snorts, then throws me a confused look. "What?"
I remove my napkin from his cheek, smiling big. "Anyone ever tell you you're a messy eater, Steven?"
He gets this hungry look in his eyes, all flirtatious and shit. I bite my lip and snort. "Not what I meant, and you know it."
"Yeah, yeah. Think of that as payback for the diner, or any other time you've had your fun with me."
"I thought you like me happy?"
"I ain't falling for that shit again." I grin and shove against him with my shoulder. "But yes, I love seeing you happy." I close my eyes and set down my half-empty plate, curling into him. I feel him lean forward to do the same. He moves us so my back is against his chest, and his left leg is bent against the back of the couch. I open my eyes as his arms wrap around me, smiling when Jonathan walks up to the couch and gestures for me to move my legs. I lift them the bare minimum and he snorts, placing my feet across his lap while Nancy sits on the arm of the couch, holding onto his shoulders.
"That's some gross shit, Leia." Dustin voices, and I give him a very unconvincing glare.
"Dusty - oh, how sweet, don't move!" My mom orders, dashing over to the mantle above the fireplace to grab her polaroid. I wince at the flash, my mom taking at least six pictures of us before she sets the photos down to develop, my brother making teasing faces at us the whole time.
"Is it present time yet?" He asks impatiently, my mom rolling her eyes.
"I think that's up to your sister." Mom tells him. I glance at the kids quickly, all of whom are buzzing with excitement. I make a gesture like a real queen would and Dustin whoops.
"Sweet! I go first!" He declares, dashing off to his room, followed by the rest of the kids. They probably all stored them in there, not that it really mattered. Jonathan, Nancy, Steve and I came here later than we thought we would, and I haven't even had a chance to get past the kitchen.
The adults move around, Hopper and Joyce moving any fragile items away from the couch before the hoard of children returns. Steve snorts at their excitement before getting up himself. "Where are you guys going?" I ask as Nancy and Jonathan follow him, their hands entwined.
"What, you thought we didn't get you anything." He winks and walks away, Hopper clearing his throat when the Chief sees my face.
"What?!" I ask, my mom and Joyce back in the kitchen to throw out the chocolate-and-strawberry stained paper plates.
"Nothing, hooligan. It's just good to see you smiling. Don't think I'm giving Harrington a free pass. We'll have a nice chat tonight."
I narrow my eyes. "Oh my God Hop, we aren't dating."
"No, but I ain't stupid. Let me have this."
"As practice for when Mike and El start dating."
Hopper pales, then points at me very Harrison Ford like. "Nope. Uh-uh. You take that back." I bite my lip in amusement. "God, have you always been like this?"
"You're the one who's been calling me 'hooligan'. What do you think?"
He glares, then his lips twitch into a rare, genuine grin. Even his eyes light up. "As long as you keep the lawbreaking to a minimum, I'm alright with it."
"What are you thinking. Two law minimum? Three?"
He snorts, but before he can respond the kids return, Dustin sitting where Jonathan previously was as the others gather around the couch and the coffee table, clutching presents of different sizes. Steve comes in, carrying a decent size box. He sits next to me while Jonathan argues with Dustin about the new seating arrangement before shoving my little brother into my side and awkwardly slipping into the small space before the couch arm and the cushion. Nancy gives both guys an unimpressed look before sitting on the floor, back against the coffee table. Her left foot entangles comfortably with my right.
"Okay! Me first! Because I'm actually related to her!" Dustin announces, the others grumbling. Mike full-on pouts, but blushes when El sends him a shy smile.
Gross.
"Okay, okay."
"For you, milady." Dustin presents the gift to me with his head bowed. I roll my eyes but ruffle his curls, tearing the wrapping paper off and removing the tape from the brown box. I gasp in happiness and pull out something I'd been eyeing since it came out.
"The WM-DD2? No way." I flip the new walkman around in my hands. I look up at him, eyebrows raised. "Okay, you spent all your money at the arcade. How'd you even afford this?"
"Mom, duh, stupid." I make to punch him and he flinches, glaring up at me when I smile teasingly and play with his curls again.
"You suck."
"I know." I set the walkman in my lap and open my arms, laughing when he crashes into me and nearly topples us both into an unprepared Steve.
"Okay, my turn."
"Jonathan, dude, relax." Dustin gripes, moving back into the cushions.
Jonathan throws him an incredulous look. "You little hypocrite."
"Oh, I'm sorry I was excited to give my sister her gift!"
"I'm her brother, too!"
"I'm so sorry, I guess I missed the memo where my mom gave birth to you!"
"You guys do this every year, just hand me your present Johnny." I order in amusement, laughing when my older brother hands over his gift and sends one last glare at my unrelentingly stubborn little brother.
It's a large letter, with the words "OPEN CAREFULLY VER" scratched on top. I snort and carefully open the envelope, screaming and jumping off the couch to attack an already smushed Jonathan, the letter and its contents on the floor.
"HOLY SHIT YOU'RE AMAZING!" I scream in his ear, my best friend laughing and groaning in pain. "Seriously, how did you, I mean, holy shit!"
"I'm glad you like it."
"I fucking love it."
"Language, Veronica!" My mom admonishes.
"He got us tickets to see Bruce Springsteen! I'm going to curse, ma!" I yell back without turning around, Jonathan still hugging me. "I love you, man. Seriously."
"You don't have to bring me. You can -"
"Nope. Me and you. Besides, Steve only listens to Wham! and Toto." I whisper, and he snorts.
"That's true." I finally get off him and awkwardly fall back onto my original spot, nearly crushing Dustin, too. Nancy is giggling, holding up the envelope as she carefully slips the two tickets back in.
"He got these like, months ago. Steve and I were there for emotional support. You should've heard him on the phone, he was an angry mess."
"She's lying. I was very polite." Jonathan assures Joyce, who rolls her eyes with a small smile. Nancy's boyfriend pokes his tongue out at her and she does the same, screwing up her face like she just ate a lemon.
"Seriously, this is amazing. Born in the U.S.A. is seriously the best album ever."
"I know!"
"You're fucking amazing. Don't say that word." I point at El, whose brows furrow in confusion.
"Here, me next!" Lucas cheers, smacking Mike out of the way. He hands me two presents. "The smaller one's from Erica. She said to say 'sorry I can't be there, but I'm a Queen, too. I've got responsibilities. You get it.'" I snicker at his very spot-on impression of the 10-year-old sass machine, no doubt ruling the sleepover she was invited to.
I open hers first, laughing when I find it's one of her newer brushes and some clips and ties. She's been teaching me how to do her hair for the past few months - well, what she knows how to do. Guess this is her way of saying I've got the hang of it.
No. It's just her way of saying I've got more to learn.
I set them aside and tell Lucas to give his sister a hug from me, biting my lip to stop the laugh from escaping me when he gags and complains.
"Really mature, Lucas." Max tells him with an unimpressed glare. Lucas shuts up and blushes.
"Whatever. Open mine, now. It's actually for you."
I smile and unwrap the present, smiling when I pull out a new cardigan. It's warm, thick, and hunter green with an arrow pattern. "Thanks, Lucas." I grin and slip it on over my black long-sleeved shirt, instantly cozy.
"Mom took me shopping and I saw it. Thought you'd like it." He shrugs, blushing a little as he speaks with an indifferent tone.
"Well, I love it. Thanks. I feel very 'Robin Hood' in it. Or Green Arrow."
Mike pushes past him to impatiently give me a bag, glaring frustratedly at the guys who already handed me a gift. "Enjoy, mom." He teases, and I tap his nose.
"Thank you, honey. You're too kind." Mike growls a little and Nancy laughs, kicking him in the shin when he goes to kick her in the side.
The birthday bag is filled with all kinds of candy, as well as a couple of whoopee cushions, shocking gum, and a joy buzzer. "Because you can't bring your bow and arrows to school." He explains, shrugging.
"Thanks, Mikey. Hey, where are the Milk Duds?" I ask, shaking the bag. He snorts and walks away, sitting next to El.
"Hey, me next." Max excitedly walks towards me, her knees brushing the carpet as she goes. She stops next to Nancy and holds up the box, bashfully pushing her red hair behind her ears as her freckled face grows hot. "I know we haven't known each other very long, but you've been really nice to me. Thank you."
"Well, you're pretty awesome, Mad Max." I tell her, accepting the gift and sending her a soft smile. I open the large box to pull out a white skateboard helmet, brand new and everything. There are some pads, too, and a pair of fingerless gloves.
"I know you said you don't skateboard, but I want to teach you. If that's okay. This is also from my mom, too, because she wanted to thank you for watching me these past few weeks. You can just -"
I set the box on Steve's lap and kneel on the floor, tugging the redhead to me. "Thank you. I'd love for you to teach me."
"Happy birthday." She whispers, the usually loud girl bashful. I squeeze her, then release her from my grasp.
"We'll go next week, if it isn't too cold out."
"It may be a little longer. My, uh, board's still busted."
Billy. That fucking dick.
"Hey, I'm patient. Thank you, even though I'm going to look ridiculous all padded-out like some kid."
"Can't have you damaging yourself, Veronica." She says, suddenly all serious. I smile at her protectiveness, and she seems to have won my mom's complete affection because Claudia Henderson is complimenting her for giving me a thoughtful, safe gift.
"Go on, Jane. Give Veronica our gift." Hopper nudges El, who nods in complete focus and walks over to me, wordlessly passing over a large tube. I unravel the paper and twist off the top, smiling when I pull out the arrows - some for training, others for hunting.
"Thanks, sweetheart." I give her a warm hug, hand brushing through her short curls soothingly. She holds onto me just as tight, and I realize how much things have changed since I first found this amazing kid in the rain.
We let go of each other and she returns to Hopper, high-fiving him and smiling when he ruffles her hair.
Joyce goes next, walking over to me with a smile. "Thank you for everything, dear. You've been so good to Will, and such a great friend to Jonathan. Thanks for loving my boys."
"I love you too, mama J." I tell her sincerely, gently taking the box. Inside is a slightly worn watch with brown leather straps. "Thank you."
"My mom gave it to me, when I turned 17. I promised I'd pass it down -"
"Joyce, I can't accept this."
"Shh, let me finish, dear." I nod and she cups my cheeks. "I promised my mom I would pass it down to my daughter. I am."
I tear up and sniffle, but maintain eye contact. "Joyce." My lips wobble, and hers do too. With a little breath she wraps me in that hug of hers, hands stroking my back. "I love it. Thank you, mama J."
"Of course, dear. Now, you promise me it'll go to your daughter when she's this age. Any kind of daughter you may have, blood or not."
"I promise." She steps back a little to place it on my left wrist, and it's a good kind of weight. "There. Perfect."
"Thank you." I whisper again, fingers carefully rubbing around the slightly dented silver casing.
She smiles and my mom pulls her into a hug. It's strange. Sometimes it slips my mind that they used to be close friends. I mean, they've lived in Hawkins their whole lives. They grew up together. Their ex-husbands are best pals - were best pals? - and now their kids are best friends. Before they both had to bust their asses twice as hard at work, Joyce and my mom would have weekly wine nights. Hopefully they'll restart that tradition. I think they've missed each other, even though all that kept them apart was their jobs.
My mom already gave me her gift this morning - brand new makeup and a cute pair of black thigh high boots - so next up is Will. Inside his box is a framed picture. It's a detailed drawing of a girl in the woods, back to the viewer with her head tilted down and to the side. A bow is clutched in her right hand, and an arrow in the other. She's surrounded by trees in the fall, her blonde hair practically gold in the lighting he created. The girl's wearing a quiver across her back, there's a robin hood hat on her hand, and she's dressed just how Robin Hood would've, only more battle-hardened with small pieces of silver armor and tears in her clothes, certain spots filled in lightly with red. She's a total badass.
"I found a picture of you standing like that in Jonathan's portfolio. I wanted you to have a copy, too. Just a little more… medieval, I guess." I smile and set it down on my lap, the skinny boy staring down at his feet before looking me in the eye. "I know you love Robin Hood, and I know people compare you to him. They aren't wrong, but… to me, you're more of a hero than he could ever be written to be. That's how I see you."
I smile and stand up to hug him, one hand clutched onto the framed portrait. "This was your best drawing yet, Will. Seriously. This is how you see me?"
"Yeah. Always."
I grin and kiss his temple. "If I could draw, you'd be the bravest wizard to ever appear on a piece of paper." He nods at my words and we part with a soft smile. He sits down on the floor in front of his older brother, who gives him a proud smile.
"Alright, I've waited long enough. Open it." Nancy claps, passing me her gift. I lift the lid and grin when I see a white jacket with red and blue stripes along its wrist, collar, and bottom. It's an Olympics jacket, from this past summer's games. Where the "USA" used to be, someone painstakingly sewed in a "HENDERSON" patch. "My mom showed me how to stitch it, but I promise this was all me. You like it?" She asks, bouncing excitedly on the ground.
I nod and smile, thinking about Barb's letter to me last year. I still pull it out and read it when I need to remember her voice. "And, hey, archery is an Olympic sport, so when you think you're ready you should totally aim to get in."
"I love it, Nance, honest."
She clasps her hands together and grins. "Good! You need a cool jacket to wear when you're showing off at the range."
I smile and lean forward so we're wrapped in an awkward, yet strangely comfortable hug. "Man, you guys are going to have to beat this next year. I'll give you a break for Christmas, don't want your fire to burn out." I joke, the kids making offended noises as they take the bait. El smirks at me like she can read my thoughts and hey, she probably can. I wouldn't be surprised.
"Hang on a second, whoa. What about me?" Steve asks, pouting. "I've been patient. I didn't fight anyone to go first. I've just sat here, let you throw your presents on me, and I get nothing in return."
"Technically you wouldn't be getting anything. You'd be giving me a gift."
He points at me. "Ha, well, joke's on you since I haven't even given it to you yet."
"You're right, I'm sorry." He narrows his eyes like he doesn't believe me and I kiss his cheek. "I didn't forget about you." I promise, whispering it in his ear. He nods and bites his bottom lip, then wordlessly hands me a little box, professionally wrapped. I carefully undo the little bow and peel pack the green fabric. The box inside is simple, and I frown when I open it to find some baseball cards. "Oh. Uh. Thanks."
Jonathan rushes in front of me, his camera going off with a click as I hold up the cards uselessly, still frowning. Steve starts laughing, Nancy and the others joining him. "I'm sorry! I had to-I had to se-see your fa-face!" He manages to get out. "You're real gifts in your room. You'll see it later."
"On that note, we should clear this mess up. Anyone up for some Monopoly?" My mom asks, getting into action. The kids all agree but tell Lucas he's sitting it out and just playing banker, because the kids gets way too competitive. They rush off to grab a few more games, leaving the rest of us to clean the living room. When the others disappear into the kitchen to throw out the wrapping paper I gather up my presents, setting them down neatly. I put the gag gift on top, snorting.
Okay. It was pretty funny.
Leaning against the open door, I wave as Jonathan and Steve drive off, Nancy in her boyfriend's car. The happy couple's probably off to go neck at Lovers' Lake while Steve goes home to face his parents again. They don't leave for another week, then they're gone for a month. They're missing Christmas this year - Steve had explained that because he's an adult, they didn't think the holiday would be as important to him.
Those assholes. Seriously. If I ever get to meet them, they'll both get a piece of my mind. Or an arrow in the knee.
I'm kidding. Kind of. Not at all.
Max had been the first to go, and I'd watched her jog down the driveway to the blue Camaro. I waves after her, then sent a tentative one to Billy. Either he was ignoring me or he just didn't see, but my ex drove off with his sister.
Joyce had been next, having an early day tomorrow at Melvald's. She took the boys with her, the four of them yapping about their new campaign. Hopefully they'll keep it down, or at least be too tired to start tonight and just pass out in Will's room. I smiled when the moms agreed to see each other next Saturday night, red wine and awful romance books promised.
Hopper followed after her, El and I hugging goodbye while the Chief pulled Steve aside and out of view. When they returned Steve was shaking like a leaf, but Hop looked indifferent. He simply hugged my mom goodbye, gave me a fatherly noogie and got into his car, promising El Eggos for breakfast.
I gave Steve a worried look but he managed a faint smile, still paler than usual. His moles stuck out more because of it, and I wish I could have leaned up and kissed each and every one.
With a longing sigh I step back into the house, closing the door behind me and locking up. "Was it a good night, dumpling?" My mom asks, yawning tiredly and pulling me into a hug.
"Mhmm. Thank you. Does anything else need to be cleaned up?"
"No, we're all good. You and your friends were a big help." This time we both yawn, and she laughs. "Alright, bed time. Don't forget your presents!" She reminds me, heading towards the master. She turns to me and smiles, though, all mischievous. "You're going to love it." She warns me, very unhelpful, then disappears. I frown but shrug, checking the windows and the door again before lifting my box of gifts and shutting off the lights as I go. I pause to grab my purse, having left it on the counter when I got home from the diner.
My bedroom door is open, but the lights are off so I can't see anything. With a sigh and a flick of the switch, the box fumbles in my hands as I'm taken completely by surprise.
In addition to the Thanksgiving gardenias by my bed, seventeen other bouquets have been carefully placed around my room. I subconsciously set the box on my desk and walk around, Steve's voice in my head as I remember him promising to fill my room with eighteen bouquets. I thought he'd been joking, though.
That's not my only present, though. I walk to the foot of my bed and glance down at another professionally wrapped gift. Under it is a sheet of paper, but I just want to make sure I haven't fallen for another little prank.
Just as carefully as before I open the present, and this time a more ornate jewelry box is revealed. It's from the same place as my ring, the fancy one on Main. Lifting the lid, my breath is taken away.
It's a simple necklace, really. It's held together by a gold chain, a pear on either side of the pendant attaching everything together. The pendant is a small gardenia, handcrafted and well detailed. I lift it in the light and fall a little more in love with Steven Theodore Harrington, because damn it he knows me better than I sometimes do.
I place it back in the box, careful not to tangle the chain, then lift the paper up, sitting next to Steve's present. I'd recognize the heavy scratch anywhere, but for once Steve actually seemed to take his time writing.
My Roni,
First of all, I'm sorry about the gag gift. I couldn't help it, though, it was too good to pass up. I hope this makes up for it. And no, it wasn't expensive. Yes, I'm sure this is what I wanted to spend my money on. I mean, gardenias aren't always available. They make you happy, and I want you to be happy. I hope wearing this reminds you that things you love are always with you, no matter what.
So, now that you have your real gift, there's something I had to tell you. I'm just not brave enough to say it, but until I am, this letter is the best I can do. My class read this poem in English class sophomore year, and after some help from the two smartest people we know, I found it again. E.E. Cummings can take it from here:
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
Princess, I don't know what's going to happen in the future. The only thing I'm sure of is how much you matter to me. Back then, now, down the road. You will always matter to me, you'll always be in my heart.
Happy Birthday Roni.
Love Steven
I smile and bite my lip, carefully holding the slip of paper away from my tear-leaking face. With a soft sigh I fold it down, then walk to my purse to pull out my wallet. I slid it into the slot behind my ID, then close the black leather and press it to my lips.
I can be patient. And if necessary, I will be brave. Because when it comes to Steve, I carry his heart too.
I carry it in my heart.