[ the wheeler family vacation was, as predicted, average at best. they're all so damn shaken ( except Ted, maybe, somehow, but mostly because he's completely oblivious ) that it takes most of their time there just trying to relax. it's been months since the mindflayer tried to destroy hawkins, but it's all still fresh. like, too fresh. shit.
but the lake was nice. quiet. they got to stay in a cabin which was just different enough from their home in hawkins that they could pretend, maybe, that none of it was real. why not, right? they agreed not to talk about it, unless a nightmare hit one of them hard enough that they had to. it wasn't all bad, though. nancy got to lay out by the lake with a book more often than not, and mike managed to talk their parents into getting him a giant lego set to work on. which he did, of course. and that's fine.
can't get a spiteful sunburn if he didn't spend too much time out in the sun.
but nancy's a little bit tanner, a little more freckled, and a little bit more relaxed as they all pile into the car to head back. mike's lego delorean is jammed against her ribs, but it's fine. whatever. it's just a five hour drive.
-- six and a half, with traffic.
she's not sure how she ended up on steve's porch only hours after they got home and brought all of their bags in the house, but there she is. their last conversation hadn't ended great, and she knows he's not going to want to hear another apology from her, but maybe he would. in person. maybe she could manage that much, and see for herself just how fine his "it's fine" face is.
his dad answers when she knocks on the door, and she's not even sure he recognizes her at first, but his brows do lift a bit when she re-introduces herself. ] Steve! [ he hollers up the stairs behind him instead of walking away to get steve, invites her into the livingroom after a moment of waiting ]
STEVE, come down stairs! It's that little friend of yours- Nancy Wheeler!
[ ... okay yeah they are definitely not going to be having a conversation here, nope. maybe the ice cream shop just down the road. or- literally anywhere else ]
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but the lake was nice. quiet. they got to stay in a cabin which was just different enough from their home in hawkins that they could pretend, maybe, that none of it was real. why not, right? they agreed not to talk about it, unless a nightmare hit one of them hard enough that they had to. it wasn't all bad, though. nancy got to lay out by the lake with a book more often than not, and mike managed to talk their parents into getting him a giant lego set to work on. which he did, of course. and that's fine.
can't get a spiteful sunburn if he didn't spend too much time out in the sun.
but nancy's a little bit tanner, a little more freckled, and a little bit more relaxed as they all pile into the car to head back. mike's lego delorean is jammed against her ribs, but it's fine. whatever. it's just a five hour drive.
-- six and a half, with traffic.
she's not sure how she ended up on steve's porch only hours after they got home and brought all of their bags in the house, but there she is. their last conversation hadn't ended great, and she knows he's not going to want to hear another apology from her, but maybe he would. in person. maybe she could manage that much, and see for herself just how fine his "it's fine" face is.
his dad answers when she knocks on the door, and she's not even sure he recognizes her at first, but his brows do lift a bit when she re-introduces herself. ] Steve! [ he hollers up the stairs behind him instead of walking away to get steve, invites her into the livingroom after a moment of waiting ]
STEVE, come down stairs! It's that little friend of yours- Nancy Wheeler!
[ ... okay yeah they are definitely not going to be having a conversation here, nope. maybe the ice cream shop just down the road. or- literally anywhere else ]