𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Three

Chapter Three:
"Are You Calling Me Fat?"
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Ramona repeatedly pounded her fist against the Wheeler's home door. The chilling November air sent chills down her spine. "Nancy! Nance, open up!"

She huffed, blowing the hair out of her face as she tapped her foot. "Ugh, damnit. Na- Oh."

Mike opened the door, an unamused expression on his face. "Can I help you?"

"Oh! Hi, little man, Yeah, you can. Is your sister home yet?" Ramona asked, sliding her hands into her jacket pockets. "I didn't see her at school today and I need to talk to her before work."

Mike rose his eyebrows and puffed out his cheeks as he stepped aside, "She's in her room."

"Cool. Thanks, little man." Ramona gave him a fist bump before she turned to walk up the stairs. "Nancy!"

Ramona's feet carried her down the hallway until she stopped in front of Nancy's door. "Nancy! Open the fuck up. Nancy."

Seconds later, the door opened, revealing her best friend. Nancy smiled kindly, crossing her arms as she leaned against the door frame, "What is it?"

"Why'd you break up with Harrington?" Ramona rose her eyebrows. "In a very bad way, might I add?"

Nancy titled her head, looking clearly confused. "What?"

"You broke up with Harrington." Ramona crossed her arms, "Why?"

Nancy stumbled over her words, "Well, I-I-"

"I can't get his ass away from me now." Ramona said, "I mean, he's my best customer now, so that's goodm I never got those three dollars back.. But still, he's all mopey and sad now and it's just.. depressing.. to see. And that's saying the least."

"Nancy dumped Steve? Ah, finally." Mike said, clapping his hands together  before leaving into his room.

Ramona huffed, raising her hand to rub her eyes. "The night you did it? Halloween? He showed up at the diner at like.. two in the morning. I didn't get home 'till like way, way after five. Almost six."

Nancy furrowed her eyebrows, "Did he stay the whole time?"

Ramona nodded, "Yeah, he's actually not as annoying or dickish as I thought before.. Never thought I'd hear that about him, especially coming from me."

Nancy awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "That's three hours, are you tired?"

"No, I get free coffee at work, and yeah. Three straight hours of rootbeer floats."

"But.. Steve hates those."

Ramona laughed shaking her head, "No, he doesn't. Those are his favorite."

"Oh.." Nancy stammered out, looking confused.

Sensing how uncomfortable Nancy felt with the conversation, Ramona decided to cut it short and leave.

"Mhm. Anyways, speaking of work. I gotta go, I have another long ass shift that I don't wanna do, but still. Later." Ramona saluted before walking down the stairs. Nancy nodded awkwardly, shutting the door. "Later, Mrs. Wheeler!"