you and steve had been best friends for about two years now, now even closer since the whole thing with the demogorgon last year in ms. byer's house.

now here you both were, helping dustin get ready for the annual snowball dance for his middle school. it warmed your heart to see your little brother all dressed up and excited for this.

"okay," you said, holding out the hairspray can. "stay still, 'kay?" steve added, handed on his hips as he 'supervised' you two.

dustin's nose wrinkled as the hairspray came out with a loud hiss. even steve's brows pinched together in focus as he created his very own masterpiece with your little brother's hair.

"you're gonna kill 'em, henderson." steve grinned and patted the boy's shoulder.