SATELLITE [STEVE HARRINGTON]

eternal flame - prom of '85

"say my name, sun shines through the rain, a whole life so lonely, and then come and ease the pain, I don't wanna lose this feeling, oh, close your eyes, give me your hand, do you feel my heart beating? do you understand? do you feel the same, am I only dreaming, or is this burning an eternal flame?"

eternal flame; the bangles

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"RED LOOKS SO GOOD ON YOU," MAX SAID, FROM WHERE SHE LOUNGED NEARBY. "You could pull off any of these, even the tacky one with the diamond collar."

Ginny had just emerged in the fifth crimson dress the shop attendant had picked out for her. This one was tacky too, but Max was right— Ginny looked fantastic in red.

"We have Steve to thank for that," she said, fiddling with the skirt in the mirror. This one fit her in all the wrong places, landing mid-ankle, which she was just not into. "He gave me a color scheme before I left the house."

Max snorted. "Color scheme? God, he's worse than Lucas..."

Ginny shrugged. "I think it's cute. Besides, I don't really care about prom... I just want it to be good for him. And Steve wants to color coordinate." She turned around to face Max, splaying her hands and showing her the dress. "This is a 'no,' isn't it?"

"It's a hell no. Sorry, I lied— not even you could pull off a bow that big." Max sat up. "I'll tell the lady to find you something less gaudy."

Snorting, Ginny nodded and shuffled back into the dressing room. After the events that took place after the Halloween of 1984, Ginny and Max had spent more time together and found out they were surprisingly similar for girls with a more than four year age gap.

Ginny asked Max to come prom dress shopping with her for this reason. Erica would have been too picky, too controlling with it, their mother would have been the same way, so she asked her brother's redheaded girlfriend.

Lucas was not happy about it, thinking they were planning a team-up against him, but Max seemed excited. She and Ginny had similar tastes, too, so it was a win-win.

Neither of them were too picky— lucky, because Steve Harrington was. He already had a tux and a tie chosen, and wanted her to find a match or compliment to the color.

Ginny and Max had helplessly shown it to the attendant at the formal shop, who picked out about fifteen original dresses. Ginny didn't really care what dress she got, as long as it wasn't ugly on her. She couldn't care any less about prom than she already did; she just wanted Steve to be happy.

He had begged to come along, but Ginny refused to let him, knowing he'd end up wanting to pay for whatever dress she chose. Besides, she wanted to keep it a surprise, so they could have a sweet little movie-moment. Maybe she did care about prom a little bit...

After pulling on the next dress, Ginny smoothed down the chiffon with her palms. Oh, this one feels, good.

Awkwardly, she slipped out of the dressing room. Max looked up from her nails to see her, and a grin slid onto her face. "Holy shit, you're hot!"

Ginny laughed, looking at herself in the mirror. This dress was a longer than the last, but it brushed the floor just right. The material was red chiffon, with rouching around the bottom, and ornamental lace around her shoulders.