Love Is A Battlefield (A Stranger Things/Steve Harrington Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty-One: We Make Our Own Rules

Static now blared from the orange radio on our dresser as Eleven sat on the floor, a black blindfold around her eyes. Max and I sat on her bad.

"Is this really gonna work?" Max questioned. She nodded. "Holy crap, this is insane."

"Max."

"Yeah, quiet, sorry."

"I see them." She said. I stayed on the bed while Max climbed down, sitting beside her.

"What are they doing?"

"Eating. They say we're a 'species'." She reported.

"What?"

" 'Emotion, not logic'."

"What?!" We exclaimed together. She ripped her blindfold off, looking at us.

"What? What happened?" She burst out laughing as the blood escaped from her nose, laying down on the floor as she giggled. "What happened?" they both started laughing and I smiled, excited to see that my sister was finally, not only hanging out with friends, but also hanging out with another girl. 

Their laughter was cut off by the sound of a car engine, signaling that Dad was home. Max reached up, pulling down the magazines and they laid on their stomachs and began to flip through them. I turned some actual music on, instead of just the static when we heard the door slam.

"Hey! HEY!" My eyes widened. "When I say three inches, THREE!" The door slammed open, revealing a very angry and very intoxicated Jim Hopper. We all looked up at him and I furrowed my eyebrows, my eyes falling to the bottle of fancy restaurant whine in his hand.

"Do you knock?! Jeez!' Max exclaimed.

"Yeah! Jeez!" Eleven repeated.

"Oooh, hey." He said, looking at me, clearly not realizing that i was there, or that it was indeed, not Mike Wheeler that was in our room. "I'm sorry. I thought that uh..."

"MIke's not here." Max told him.

"Max wanted to have...a sleepover." She told him. "Is that...ok?"

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Your parents know about it?" He questioned.

"Yup." Max said, giving him a weirded out look.

"Uh, yeah, its cool. Yeah, that's-that's really cool." He just continued to stand there.

"Ok...come on." I stood up, pushing him out of the room and shutting the door behind me. He smiled.

"What?!" He asked. I laughed. "She's hanging out with a girl?" I nodded. "You...you did it. You got her away from Mike!"

"Hey, you're the one who got him away from her long enough to show her she needs friends, not just a boyfriend." He smiled. "Also, where did you get this shirt? And why do you have this?" I pointed to the bottle of wine. He shook his head.

"I um...I asked Joyce to dinner." My eyes widened.

"What?! Dad!" I exclaimed excitedly. "Like, a date?"

"Well no, not technically, but I was going to sort of treat it as one," He said, "But it didn't matter because she stood me up." My smile fell.

"Oh...I'm sorry, Dad." He shrugged, sitting down in his chair and reclining back.

"Its ok. El's taken care of, so I'm happy." I nodded, and something about the look on my face concerned him, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. "Everything ok?" I sighed, sitting down on the couch and pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Can I ask you something? As a...guy?" He sat up straight, even more confused by this.

"Is this about Steve?" I nodded. "Did something happen?"