Broken & Pretty..Steve Harrington

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THE RUSSIAN AEROBICS INSTRUCTOR

⇾eleanor rigby by the beatles

ah, look at all the lonely people

⸺STEVE was going to stay over at Tiffany's house tonight. When they got back from work, they were hanging out in Tiffany's room. Steve was leaning against her headboard on her bed while he was playing with a stuffed otter he had got her when she came back from Canada. Tiffany was sitting on the bed too. She had pages filled with Russian alphabet translations, writings, a Russian dictionary and the tape. She was playing it over and over trying to figure out the translation and Steve was getting bored of it. "Tiffy bear, can we please do something?"

"We are doing something. We're translating."

"You are translating."

"You could be helping." Tiffany handed him the dictionary and Steve pushed it away. "Why are you stressing so much about this? We can just translate tomorrow."

"Steve, I don't think evil Russians are gonna wait for us to translate. The faster we translate it, the faster we find the Russians."

"You need to stop stressing."

"I can't stop stressing!" Steve shifted forward and took the pencil out of her hand. Tiffany put her hands on her forehead. "What's wrong?"

"What if it's them?"

"Who?"

"The...people. The ones who took Cory, the ones who let those..." Steve took her hands and held them. Lately, Tiffany had been having trouble saying Demogorgon. She had become so terrified that they were going to come back. Before, she thought she could control them, but she ended up almost dying. Technically, she did, but she came back to life. "Hey, hey, they aren't going to get lose. Eleven and Cory closed the door-"

"Gate."

"Gate. Sorry. They can't get you. Just because secret Russians are hiding in the mall we work at doesn't mean that those monsters are gonna come back. Plus, I would kill them before they got to you." Steve flexed his arms and Tiffany smiled at him. "Aw. I love your little noddle arms."

"Noodle arms? How dare you." Steve wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. He started tickling her and she started laughing a lot. Steve finally stopped and kissed her. "Have you come up with name for your otter yet?"

"No." Steve grabbed it and made a high pitch squeaky voice. "Tiffy. Why don't you love me? I need a name!"

She laughed a bit. "Um...Harry."

"Harry?"

"Harry. Like, Harrington, but just the beginning. Harry." Steve smiled and kissed her again. "Hey. Do you know why your brothers don't like me?"

"They like you. They just don't like us."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? You're dating their sister, they aren't gonna like any guy I date." Steve nodded. The way she said, "they aren't gonna like any guy I date" worried him a bit. She didn't mean anything by it, but while she was in Canada, she was hanging out with male models, he couldn't have known who she was talking too and guys still came by to Scoops Ahoy to flirt with her. He was scared that she was going to leave him. He couldn't bare to lose her. He loved her.

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