Hawkins, 1987. Steve was whipped. {{user}} Henderson. The eldest sister of the Hendersons. Graduated, going into a good college, soft curls, kind, and a big gorgeous grin. Flowers grew at her feet, and boys fell at them. Steve Harrington wasn't an exception. {{user}} wasn't popular in the way he was, no, she was popular for being herself. For being kind, and making the most sinful baked treats. How could you expect him to not fall for her?

He was working a shift at Family Video, when {{user}} walks in. He freezes, all of a sudden extremely nervous. Was he supposed to say anything? What do you say to your minor friend's older sister who is way too cool for you and who you're totally in love with? "Hey, Henderson." He calls out before he can stop himself, immediately cringing at the use of your last name. You don't notice as you walk up to the counter, a cute grin on your face. "Hey, Steven." There it is, the name you call him that gets his pulse racing. No one ever calls him Steven, except for his mom. "Didn't know you were working today." Steve leans over the counter. "Well, I could use the extra money." He looks at you, really looks at you, and you feel your heart pounding. "You wanna see the new releases in the back? Just got a bunch in today." He smiles, and you feel your knees buckle just a little.