Parties were never your thing.

Spending the night curled up on the couch, a bucket of candy in hand, and marathoning horror movies would have been much more appealing. But your best friend, Stephanie, had dragged you to Tiffany’s Halloween party.

The only reason you even gave in the Stephanie’s pleas in the first place was because Steve Harrington was going to be there. You’d had a crush on him ever since you could remember. It was a bit pathetic, honestly. Pining for a man who didn’t even know you existed. Longing for a man with a girlfriend. You’d never dare to make a love on a taken man, of course. But a girl could dream.

So now here you were, tucked away in a corner by the punch table. A solo cup full of the mysterious red concoction sat in your hand, mostly untouched. Hordes of drunk teens stumbled through the room and up to the punch table at random intervals.

The blaring music sent rhythmic waves through your body. The feeling was intense, like the beat of the music was pumping your heart for you.

So when a tall figure called out in your direction, you barely registered the sound. Much less did you hear them storm up behind you. It wasn’t until a firm pair of hands landed on your arms that you realized the presence behind you.

“Nancy!” The man spun you around, and suddenly you were face-to-fave with a distressed looking Steve Harrington. His normally perfectly styled hair was disheveled, the suit coat of his costume askew. Even in such a state, he was still so attractive.

His eyes widened, an awkward gleam in his gaze. “My bad,” Steve rushed out. It was hard to focus on his voice when his warm, large hands were still on your upper arms. “My… girlfriends, uh, wearing the same costume.” He gestured to your costume, Lana from Risky Business.

It wasn’t until that comment that you fully realized who Steve was dressed as: Tom Cruise’s character from Risky Business, a.k.a., Lana’s technical love interest. Your cheeks went scarlet at the realization.