Evie had to really think about it for a couple of seconds. She could just brush it off and make a joke about him, but she felt like that’d be taking the easy way out. She’d caught sight of his little smile playing on his lips, the way he’d bit his lower lip. It was hard to tell, but he might have actually cared about her response. “The type to work for what he wants.” The words fell between them in a way that felt kind of heavy to her, like she was being a little too honest for some reason. She let out a quiet mhmm when he’d mentioned that being a pretty safe assumption. For a second, her thoughts slipped down the rabbit hole of why cars were even considered feminine in the first place. It was probably something to do with women being seen as objects, or something close to it. Her thoughts were drug back to him when the words ‘pretty girl’ were uttered. Her cheeks burned a pretty red as she ducked her head, her right hand reaching up to scratch at the back of her neck. “I’ll keep that in mind, “ she murmured, her hand dropping back down to her side.
Billy Hargrove was going to be the death of her, she was positive; with the way that he was winking at her, there was no way that he wouldn’t be the end of her. Her breath got caught somewhere in her throat and she was finding it difficult to remind herself that she didn’t care. She wasn’t supposed to care. This was Billy Hargrove, for crying out loud. He was an ass. A pure, unadulterated ass. “I’d like to study medicine, become a doctor and all that,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. “I always wanted to work with Doctors Without Borders for awhile, and help people. She hadn’t been sure, but after seeing what they’d done to that poor girl in the lab, Evie had realized that she really wanted to help people. She’d never been good enough at science to get into the human DNA stuff, but she was smart enough to become a doctor, she figured.
She took in a deep breath, willing her cheeks not to flush as she shook her head. “I’d like to think that lines don’t work on me,” she said, stealing a glance towards him. She ducked her head immediately, caught off guard by his broad grin. For an irrational second, the thought crossed her mind that she was curious as to what would happen if she leaned over and kissed him until he wasn’t grinning. Now that thought sent her cheeks flushing. While they weren’t as red as before, it was still pink enough to be noticeable.
“Looks like you missed out, then , Billy,” she said, a small smirk on her face. A thrill shot through her at the realization that he might have been thinking about her in that outfit. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, making herself stop. No. She wasn’t going down that path. Not with Billy fucking Hargrove. Even if he wasn’t as absolutely horrible as she’d thought. She looked over to him, wanting to ask him if he was sure, if he really would do anything that she asked him to. But it was too late. He was leaning towards her and she couldn’t breathe and God, kissing him wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world and then he was opening the door and suddenly Evie Henderson couldn’t even think straight. She just sat there, blinking as he pulled away and opened his down door.
Scrambling, she stepped out of the car, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder as she ran her fingers through her hair. The cool air was making it easier to think. She was fine. So what if she’d contemplated kissing him for half a second? It was fine. It was okay. She glanced over to him and nodded in the direction of her backyard. “It’s this way,” she said, all thoughts of kissing him melting away as reality set in. Whatever it was - and God knew it wasn’t good - that was in her cellar was probably dangerous. Could she really bring Billy into this unaware? “So my brother trapped a… thing in our cellar, and I just need you to stand by the doors and make sure that I don’t get hurt. You can’t go in the cellar, though. Just stand outside unless it sounds like I’m dying. In which case, feel free to go in and save me.”
Steve hummed a little, shrugging his shoulders. He wanted to snark back, but any thoughts he had fell flat. “Thanks,” he said, shooting her a small smile. He knew that he’d changed, he knew that. But there was still a voice in his head screaming that he was still King Steve, Lord of the Assholes. Sometimes he saw Jonathan get a little too close to Nancy and that same loathing rose up in him, that same feeling that had driven Steve to destroy the camera. And yeah, Byers kind of had it coming, taking pictures like that, but still. It hadn’t been okay of him, hadn’t been okay to go along with Tommy and Carol and their shit plan of vandalising the movie theater. Honestly, the more he thought about it, the less sure he was of why exactly Nancy had even agreed to still date him.
He pushed the thoughts away, trying to focus on the here and now. And now Kate was talking and when he glanced over to her, her cheeks were a little red. Pride welled up within Steve at that. He’d made her flush a little. Good. It was payback for her probably turning his cheeks permanently pink. “Well then, looks like I definitely don’t look like shit then,” he told her, a little smirk growing on his lips. Bright red cheeks really complemented her hair. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he tried to warm them up, the heat in car not helping all that much against the brisk chill outside.
“I’m telling you, they bring in tourists from thousands of miles away. It’s a real scientific miracle. Brown cows make chocolate milk,” he said, going on with the joke in the hopes that it would make her laugh more. He liked the way that she sounded, bright and happy. “I get what you mean. Thinking of jokes is tough. I’m funnier on the fly.” He glanced over to her, catching sight of her grin. The sight of it made his stomach flip. That wasn’t good. He really wasn’t supposed to feel like that. She was pretty. That was all. Just really pretty and it caught him off guard a little. That was it. “Wow, that was a good one,” he said, his tone dry as he shot her a pointed look.
“A baseball bat,” he mumbled, shaking his head. Oh God. He was going to have to get that out of his trunk. He was going to have to pull out a nail ridden bat and try to keep it from her. And she’d managed to pick up that he and Nance were having some troubles, so God knew that Kate would probably notice the bat no matter how hard he tried to hide it. What was worse, her thinking that he was going to brutally murder a racoon or her finding out that there was probably some real fucked up shit in Dustin’s cellar? He stole a glance over to Kate, watching as her eyes shut. He really didn’t want to bring her into any of this. He wasn’t thrilled that Dustin had asked him, but the kid needed help. And for whatever reason, Evie wasn’t around to help her brother. Which meant that Steve had to step up and deal.
“We don’t - It’s not - I swear to God, this does not happen ever,” he muttered, flipping his four-ways off as he put the car back into drive. He waited until the kid had started off on his bike before he eased his foot onto the gas, moving slow. “Just… I’m sorry about this. He’s not normally like this.” That was a lie. He coudn’t remember how many times Dustin had strolled into the Wheeler place like he owned it and ordered Steve to get him a Pepsi. This was just like that, although instead of a Pepsi, it was a…. Thing. And with Steve’s luck, it was a demogorgon thing.
“I wasn’t going to kick you out, Kate. Dustin’s just a bossy little shithead,” he told her, finally cracking a small grin. “I promise that it’ll take like five minutes, and then I’ll get you home.” He sped up a little as Dustin peddled wildly, eliciting a snort from Steve. “He’s a weird kid, but he’s alright. A little dramatic, is all.” He was dramatic, sure, but it took something real special for him to be like that. Steve’s stomach sank at the thought of just what had that kid so rattled. Odds are, it wasn’t good.
Billy Hargrove was going to be the death of her, she was positive; with the way that he was winking at her, there was no way that he wouldn’t be the end of her. Her breath got caught somewhere in her throat and she was finding it difficult to remind herself that she didn’t care. She wasn’t supposed to care. This was Billy Hargrove, for crying out loud. He was an ass. A pure, unadulterated ass. “I’d like to study medicine, become a doctor and all that,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. “I always wanted to work with Doctors Without Borders for awhile, and help people. She hadn’t been sure, but after seeing what they’d done to that poor girl in the lab, Evie had realized that she really wanted to help people. She’d never been good enough at science to get into the human DNA stuff, but she was smart enough to become a doctor, she figured.
She took in a deep breath, willing her cheeks not to flush as she shook her head. “I’d like to think that lines don’t work on me,” she said, stealing a glance towards him. She ducked her head immediately, caught off guard by his broad grin. For an irrational second, the thought crossed her mind that she was curious as to what would happen if she leaned over and kissed him until he wasn’t grinning. Now that thought sent her cheeks flushing. While they weren’t as red as before, it was still pink enough to be noticeable.
“Looks like you missed out, then , Billy,” she said, a small smirk on her face. A thrill shot through her at the realization that he might have been thinking about her in that outfit. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, making herself stop. No. She wasn’t going down that path. Not with Billy fucking Hargrove. Even if he wasn’t as absolutely horrible as she’d thought. She looked over to him, wanting to ask him if he was sure, if he really would do anything that she asked him to. But it was too late. He was leaning towards her and she couldn’t breathe and God, kissing him wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world and then he was opening the door and suddenly Evie Henderson couldn’t even think straight. She just sat there, blinking as he pulled away and opened his down door.
Scrambling, she stepped out of the car, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder as she ran her fingers through her hair. The cool air was making it easier to think. She was fine. So what if she’d contemplated kissing him for half a second? It was fine. It was okay. She glanced over to him and nodded in the direction of her backyard. “It’s this way,” she said, all thoughts of kissing him melting away as reality set in. Whatever it was - and God knew it wasn’t good - that was in her cellar was probably dangerous. Could she really bring Billy into this unaware? “So my brother trapped a… thing in our cellar, and I just need you to stand by the doors and make sure that I don’t get hurt. You can’t go in the cellar, though. Just stand outside unless it sounds like I’m dying. In which case, feel free to go in and save me.”
Steve hummed a little, shrugging his shoulders. He wanted to snark back, but any thoughts he had fell flat. “Thanks,” he said, shooting her a small smile. He knew that he’d changed, he knew that. But there was still a voice in his head screaming that he was still King Steve, Lord of the Assholes. Sometimes he saw Jonathan get a little too close to Nancy and that same loathing rose up in him, that same feeling that had driven Steve to destroy the camera. And yeah, Byers kind of had it coming, taking pictures like that, but still. It hadn’t been okay of him, hadn’t been okay to go along with Tommy and Carol and their shit plan of vandalising the movie theater. Honestly, the more he thought about it, the less sure he was of why exactly Nancy had even agreed to still date him.
He pushed the thoughts away, trying to focus on the here and now. And now Kate was talking and when he glanced over to her, her cheeks were a little red. Pride welled up within Steve at that. He’d made her flush a little. Good. It was payback for her probably turning his cheeks permanently pink. “Well then, looks like I definitely don’t look like shit then,” he told her, a little smirk growing on his lips. Bright red cheeks really complemented her hair. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he tried to warm them up, the heat in car not helping all that much against the brisk chill outside.
“I’m telling you, they bring in tourists from thousands of miles away. It’s a real scientific miracle. Brown cows make chocolate milk,” he said, going on with the joke in the hopes that it would make her laugh more. He liked the way that she sounded, bright and happy. “I get what you mean. Thinking of jokes is tough. I’m funnier on the fly.” He glanced over to her, catching sight of her grin. The sight of it made his stomach flip. That wasn’t good. He really wasn’t supposed to feel like that. She was pretty. That was all. Just really pretty and it caught him off guard a little. That was it. “Wow, that was a good one,” he said, his tone dry as he shot her a pointed look.
“A baseball bat,” he mumbled, shaking his head. Oh God. He was going to have to get that out of his trunk. He was going to have to pull out a nail ridden bat and try to keep it from her. And she’d managed to pick up that he and Nance were having some troubles, so God knew that Kate would probably notice the bat no matter how hard he tried to hide it. What was worse, her thinking that he was going to brutally murder a racoon or her finding out that there was probably some real fucked up shit in Dustin’s cellar? He stole a glance over to Kate, watching as her eyes shut. He really didn’t want to bring her into any of this. He wasn’t thrilled that Dustin had asked him, but the kid needed help. And for whatever reason, Evie wasn’t around to help her brother. Which meant that Steve had to step up and deal.
“We don’t - It’s not - I swear to God, this does not happen ever,” he muttered, flipping his four-ways off as he put the car back into drive. He waited until the kid had started off on his bike before he eased his foot onto the gas, moving slow. “Just… I’m sorry about this. He’s not normally like this.” That was a lie. He coudn’t remember how many times Dustin had strolled into the Wheeler place like he owned it and ordered Steve to get him a Pepsi. This was just like that, although instead of a Pepsi, it was a…. Thing. And with Steve’s luck, it was a demogorgon thing.
“I wasn’t going to kick you out, Kate. Dustin’s just a bossy little shithead,” he told her, finally cracking a small grin. “I promise that it’ll take like five minutes, and then I’ll get you home.” He sped up a little as Dustin peddled wildly, eliciting a snort from Steve. “He’s a weird kid, but he’s alright. A little dramatic, is all.” He was dramatic, sure, but it took something real special for him to be like that. Steve’s stomach sank at the thought of just what had that kid so rattled. Odds are, it wasn’t good.
March 21st, 2018 at 10:57pm