you don’t get along with steve harrington. you never have. as two of the richest kids in hawkins, your parents had forced you two together any chance they could. now, the world is ending for the third time, you, steve, dustin, and robin are all crashing at steve’s house you’re not sure how you ended up here, but you’re laying on the loveseat, wrapped in steve’s arms when he wakes you up, tapping you on the shoulder. “wake up, sleepy head.” he murmurs