wires, steve harrington

forty-four.

"holy shit." meadow breathed, watching as nancy stopped moving, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. "you wouldn't happen to know any soft pop on guitar, would you, eddie?"

eddie shook his head. "no, man."

the group all moved into eddie's room, leaving erica and steve with nancy in case she started to levitate like max had. "what exactly are we looking for?" lucas asked, flipping through multiple tapes and cds of metal bands he'd never even heard of.

"steve says you need to hurry!" erica then yelled, barging into the room.

"yeah no shit!" dustin yelled back, still on an adrenaline high from watching his sister go through the same thing.

"we're trying, we can't find anything!" max agreed as she looked through some vinyls.

robin, who was on the floor, turned to eddie. "what is all this shit?"

"what are you even looking for?" he asked, pacing his own room.

robin shuffled through the cassette tapes in her hands, all of which were bands nancy never would've heard of. "madonna, blondie, bowie, beatles?" she suggested. "music! we need music!"

eddie grabbed the cassette from her hands. "this is music!" he yelled.

meadow wanted to laugh, and she probably would have if the situation hadn't been so dire. "in what world is nancy wheeler bumping it to dio, munson?"

"then i don't know what you want me to do!" he practically screamed back.

"hey, losers!" erica yelled, making everyone stop yelling and look at her. "she's awake."

nancy had collapsed to the floor, and steve had lifted her head up onto a pillow to let her come back to reality. she was shaking, understandably, but overall okay. "we need somewhere to talk that doesn't have.. that." meadow said, glancing up at the hole in eddie's ceiling.

"my place is across the street." max suggested.

everyone was feeling quite somber, but meadow found herself looking over at eddie, who was the newest to all of this. "hey, munson." she called, watching as he stumbled over his own foot before walking by her side. "thank you."

"for what?" he asked.

she scoffed. "saving my life, dipshit."

he smiled, gesturing to his trailer with his thumb. "what, that old thing, no biggie." he then laughed. "how'd you know it was me?"

meadow shrugged. "i didn't think dustin was playing fade to black, no."

"did it sound good?" eddie asked. "i mean, like, in the upside.. whatever."

she laughed. "yes, it was super metal."

"was it? i thought it was pretty metal."

"the most metal." she agreed, laughing again. "you know, when all this is over, you and me should hit up a metallica concert together. maybe see 'em in chicago." she shrugged. "who knows, maybe we can convert steve into a metal head."

eddie smiled. "that would be really fun, henderson."

meadow and eddie caught up to steve and dustin, who were walking in front of them. while eddie and dustin started talking, meadow turned to steve. "sorry for trailing behind, i was just thanking him for-"

"hey," steve shook his head, turning to look at her, "you don't need to explain anything. i get it. i get that i'm.. overprotective of you, and that i get jealous easily. but.. but i trust you. and i know you trust me, too. you don't need to tell me when you're talking to another guy."