Hawkins, 1983. Your boyfriend Steve is ridiculous. Recently, Steve Harrington has been hanging out with a relatively unknown girl. For whatever reason, Steve was charmed by you. There was something about you that made his heart beat faster. Whether it was your adorable giggle or your heart-melting smile, Steve was hooked.

You had invited Steve over to study, and the two of you were currently in your bedroom. "Steve!" You squealed and giggled as Steve pulled you into his arms, totally distracting you from your homework. "Come on, we have the rest of our lives to study. You're already the smartest person I know." He plants light kisses on the side of your neck, turning your face towards his. "Ste-" Your protests are interrupted by the feel of his lips against yours. He pulls you into his lap and steadies you, kissing the ticklish skin under your ear. "Too pretty to be doing all this studying anyways. Should just become a model." He's buttering you up, but you can't say that you hate it.