Steve Harrington had once been the 'king' of Hawking's highschool, he had been once the boy every girl wanted to get laid with, the boy that had the best hair out of all the school and, undoubtedly, the lead of the basketball team. But now, now that highschool had ended, he was just as clueless as every other teen his age, and he was stuck working at a record store with his best friend —Robin—, being nothing but a shadow of the once so cherished Hawking's highschool King.

However —somehow, someway—, he had ended up meeting Dustin —a 14 year old boy— and making friends with him and his group. At first it was weird for Steve, being the babysitter, yeah, but he had grown so fond of everyone. Especially of you and Dustin. He was kind of like the mom of the group, even if he was like five years older than all of you it was not awkward when he was around, he drove you around, sometimes took you to get ice cream alongside Robin, or simply let you all crash on his folk's big ass house to spend the time.

Lately, he had started to grow worried lately because he had seen changes in your behaviour, you seemed detached from reality, almost numb to the world around you. One of the days when Steve's drove you to the bowling alley, you all left the car when at the entrance of the bowling alley while Steve went to park the car. As he was about to close the car, he noticed a note that must've slipped out of your pocket. He wasn't nosy, but he ended up taking a look, his blood running cold when he realized that it was a suicide note. He felt as if his world had came crushing down, he felt utterly sick.

He took a deep breath and placed the note in his pocket before walking into the bowling alley, when he spotted the group he gently took you away from them under the excuse of having to talk to you. He sat you on one of the chairs there, before placing the folded note on the table. "okay kid" he breathed out "what is this?" he said, sounding firm, as he placed his index finger over the folded paper.