She hated him. He hated her. And that was alright in their world until one night. Everything changed then, conversations exchanged between drags of a shared cigarette having developed a mutual respect between enemies.
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Slowburn enemies to frie...
The storm started when I was about halfway to Steve's house. He only lives a couple blocks away from me, but barefoot in the rain and only through sketchy alleys and backroads made it seem like a vigorous hike. During the trek, I wrack my brain with how I'm going to explain all of this to him. "Sorry for disappearing the past two weeks, I fell back in love with a stalker," just doesn't do the situation justice.
The Harrington house comes into my tear-stained view. I'm soaking wet at this point, my pajamas clinging to my skin and my hair plastered to my face and neck. With every step up the driveway, it seems like the rain falls harder. Steve's BMW sits lonely in the driveway and a sense of relief rushes over me, knowing I won't have to face his parents in such a state.
I reach the door and stare at it for a minute. Why am I here? I could've gone to Nancy's or Jonathan's. I could've even gone to the Police Station. Yet here I am, standing outside of Steve's door. It's as if I was a mindless shell, allowing my vessel to carry me wherever it felt like.
Out of all the fucking places.
I pound my fist on the door before I can convince myself otherwise. I'll be damned if I walk any further in the dark, soaking wet and barefoot.
It takes him a minute to open the door, but I regret coming as soon as he does. That familiar, intoxicating scent of expensive cologne and hair gel assaults my senses, accompanied by the warmth radiating from inside the house. Or maybe that's him.
"Hey," he says all too softly. "What're you doing here?"
I struggle to form a sentence so much that I have to look at the ground just to get a word out. "I know we're not---we're not friends but, I need your help,"
"Is that the pizza guy?" A girl's voice asks. A girl with waist-length blonde hair appears behind him, her face falling when she sees me.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" she asks sweetly.
Great. Of course, she's nice and hot.
"Why do you have a pair of scissors?" Steve looks down. "And where are your shoes?"
"I need to find Dustin and Nancy, right now," I press.
Steve pulls me inside, shutting the door behind me. "I just dropped all the kids off at the movies. What's going on?"
