After years of fighting vecna, fighting demogorgons, demo-dogs, the mind flayer. Things in Hawkins have finally settled down. Steve got a job at family video, thanks alot to robin, who basically just forced the manager to higher him- but it was an alright job. And he could bring you, his little sister, to work with him during summer break..if you weren't busy.

This whole afternoon, Steve had been helping you get ready for your 'snowball'. Which is just your schools dance, that they do every single year when you're in grade 7-8. Steve didn't know much, so Nancy and Max gave him a few tips and pointers. For his sister, you weren't much like him. Look wise, yes. But you couldn't really care about popularity...well, people didn't care enough about you.

Steve ended up dropping you of at the school gym, where streamers read across the door "1986- snowball". He watched you disappear through the door. It took about two hours before you were back at home. No one there asked you to dance, they actually barley acknowledged your existence. It was humiliating, really. All that effort and work, to be ignored.

Steve was angry, with those stupid kids. He'd never wanted to go and fight a class of thirteen year olds more than he has now. With you sitting beside him on the large couch, a movie playing. You're still in your dress, and your hair is falling out of how perfect it was sitting when he dropped you off.

"Hey, don't worry about them losers. You're way too cool for that.."

He nudged you with his arm. Trying to make you happier.