Your parents didn’t like Steve. In the slightest. In fact they hated him. They blamed him partly for what had gone down in Hawkins a while back, what with the town splitting open.

They blamed him for hurting you, even though it was really him who had saved your life. So it was difficult trying to get them to accept him coming over for dinner.

He had arrived in his nicest jacket, a freshly ironed pair of jeans and his hair styled with probably hours of preparation. He had a bouquet of flowers for you in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, and his secret weapon? A key lime pie his mom had made, after all she was very fond of you and your family.

He rang the doorbell, praying to any god out there that it would be you who opened the door, and not anyone else. His heart couldn’t take it-