HIGHER and HIGHER - Steve Harrington x Reader

v - lizzie borden

— 𝐋𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 —

SCHOOL WAS not going to happen today. As soon as I woke up, a wave of overwhelming grief struck me. I still couldn't believe that Will was actually gone.

I spent the first part of my day laying in bed. Before my dad left for work he came in and said goodbye to me, something he rarely ever does. After lounging for a few hours, the phone rings.

"This is (Y/N)."

"Hey," the familiar and sad voice said over the phone, "It's Jonathan."

I eased up my tone.

"Hey."

"I was wondering if you would be able to do something for me."

"Of course, anything."

"Well," he began, "I'm not sure if this is appropriate but, my mom isn't in the right state of mind to do this and I don't want to do it by myself."

I listened.

"I have to plan Will's funeral."

Tears brimmed in my eyes and my throat got tight.

"I was wondering if you would be able to come with me."

I stayed silent for a moment, not sure if I would be able to reply without a strained voice.

"It's okay if you don't feel comfortable, I understand."

"No, no. I'll go with you." I managed to choke out.

"I'll pick you up in fifteen?"

"Sure."

Jonathan picked me up fifteen minutes later, on the dot. We drove in silence all the way to the funeral home. When we made it there, a lady at the front desk asked for Jonathan and Will's information, then a man took us around the room and showed us coffins.

"It's made of softwood with a crepe interior. Uh, now, I... I don't know what you're budget is, but over here we... we have copper and bronze."

We follow the man across the room and from the corner of my eye I see Nancy standing in a doorway. She raises her hand up slightly to wave and Jonathan excuses himself from the man. I give the man a small smile and walk with Jonathan towards Nancy.

"Hey." Jonathan greets her.

"Hey," Nancy replies, "Your mom, uh, she said you'd be here."

Jonathan stays silent and I look down at the ground.

"I just," she begins, "Can we talk for a second?"

Jonathan nods his head and we walk into the hallway of the funeral home. Nancy and Jonathan sit on a bench while I pull up a chair next to Jonathan. Nancy then reaches in her bag and hands Jonathan a taped together photo. She points at something in the corner of the picture.

"This was taken the night Barb went missing, and, I saw that in the corner of the photo." She says.

Jonathan looks at it closely and I look over his shoulder. The thing in the photo didn't look like any animal I had ever seen before. It almost looked human, but tall and slender, with no face.

"It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion," Jonathan says, "But I wasn't using a wide angle."

Nancy stays silent and Jonathan looks at me for confirmation.

"I don't know, Nancy. It's weird." I say.

"And you're sure you didn't see anyone else out there?" Nancy asks.