❝All these years you've lived...but you've never had a life.❞
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She couldn't recall her name. She could, however, recall what had happened to her and what the number imprinted on her wrist meant.
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It was a reminder of isolation...a past life...
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❝ORIGINAL SCENE❞
When Nine told Steve that she was bisexual, he didn't know what to say. Did he really care that his girlfriend liked girls and guys? No, not at all.
Well, wait, let's rephrase that. Steve Harrington did care that Nine was bisexual, but it wasn't an end-all-be-all moment.
Cool, she liked girls. He wondered why people would have a problem with that.
Currently, Steve stood beside the fire pit Joyce Byers had put up for the start of spring.
The weather was warming and even though the moon was full and the air held a chill, he was content.
They all were. Nancy was sitting with Jonathan on a wide chair pulled from inside the house. Her legs hung across his lap, arms wrapped around his torso.
Nari was sitting parallel to them, the fire pit taking its spot in-between the teenagers. She had also come out to the group, and that's why the first fire of the season had been lit.
This was a celebration, not like an in-your-face "YAY YOU'RE GAY" party. More like a low-key night in which everyone relaxed and appreciated that no evil had returned.
Nine was especially appreciative. She was standing behind Steve, who was poking the dying fire with a large stick. Just stay alive you stupid flames.
❝Hop's bringing the oil, sit down Steve.❞
She said, wrapping her arms around his waist in a signal for him to move. She just wanted to sit down; relax. Yet, the fire was dying.
❝Steeeve.❞
She whined, shutting her eyes and tugging him backwards. The boy spared a glance her way, an amusing smirk playing on his lips.
❝Yes, Ms. Nine?❞
His voice held a posh accent, playful and fun. She watched him lower the fire poker only to turn and face her fully.
Now she grabbed his hands, fingers curling around his own. Steve's skin was rough, with calluses, scars, and small nicks.
Unlike her own, which was soft as silk. Steve loved tracing his hands along her skin. It had only recently made contact with the world, and although there were many scars, it remained smooth.
He would have traced over her arms, hands, and neck for ages if she let him.
❝Hey!❞
Three entered the backyard, jogging 'round the corner of the house before stopping on spot and capturing everyone's attention.
❝Dad alert!❞
Steve and Nine immediately sat down on the two separate chairs they'd been instructed to use.
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