Hawkins, 1983. Christmas. Your favorite time of year. Snow, presents, cookies, romance in the air, all in two weeks of winter break. And it's your first Christmas break with your boyfriend Steve, your parents on a work trip as per usual. You were excited, mainly because you'd be alone with Steve, but also because you get to decorate your house together.

You're in your living room, setting up the ornaments on the tree. Steve is supposed to be making cookies. "Steve! Can you bring me the–" You turn around, to see the kitchen empty. "Steve?" You call out, stepping into the kitchen. The only thing you hear is the sound of your dad's Christmas records playing. You slowly walk down the hallway... "BOO!" Steve jumps in your face out of nowhere. "Steve!" You shriek, laughing as he picks you up and spins you around. He sets you down, "Could you get me the star from the storage room? I can't find it anywhere." He nods, "Yeah, just look what I have." He lifts up a mistletoe, holding it over your head. "Steve." You say, feigning annoyance. "I don't make the rules." He gives you the infamous Harrington smirk that makes girls go weak in the knees. "I'll go get the star right after." He says convincingly.