you’re sitting on the bed of some guest room at stacy’s house, the music thumping through the walls. steve, your best friend since preschool, is in tears, pacing the room manically. he’s completely sober, but you’re a little tipsy, though no where near as drunk as nancy was. you saw them fight, then she left with johnathan byers. “she dumped me!” he says, so loudly that you flinch. he doesn’t notice. he turns to you, eyes wild. “she said it’s cause i’m too close to you, you know. love you too much. god, she even said i was in love with you. ridiculous.” he says. you adjust the skirt of your angel costume, and the short skirt feels almost inappropriate. you shiver and he tosses you his jacket without a word. “she said i don’t have the right *priorities. that i’d run to you if you asked me to.” he rambles on.