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Somewhere in Between - Chapter 6

“Come on, bumblebee," Christine's dad announced, a little less than gentle as he shook her shoulder to drag her into consciousness. Enough’s enough.” “Mhn?” Christine batted his hands away, deciding it was too difficult to open her eyes. “Dad, stop—m’tired—” “Yeah, clearly, since you’re sleeping through this rock concert.” Christine scrunched her nose in confusion. She knew she was tired, but she was pretty sure that her dad had said “concert.” She was also pretty sure she was still lying in her own bed in the middle of Hawkins. “Dad, what are you talking—” “Your boyfriend is making a scene.” “He’s not my boyfriend,” she replied automatically. Laboriously, Christine pushed herself up onto her elbows, blowing the hair out of her face as she tried to get her bearings. Now that her dad had pointed it out, she could hear the dull hum of music from outside—quiet enough from indoors, but probably blasting in the street. She frowned as he brain booted up, trying to reconcile the strange sounds and sentences. Then she sat bolt upright in her bed. “It’s May first.” “It’s May first,” her father confirmed. “Now, will you please go outside before Old Lady O’Connor calls the cops? I don’t think you want Hopper getting involved.”

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Somewhere in Between - Chapter 5

“Are you ready?” Chrissy asked warily. “No.” Steve rubbed his hands down his face and dropped his head between his knees, groaning in defeat. “Who am I kidding? I can’t do this.” “Yes, you can,” Chrissy said soothingly. “It’s the last one, and then—” “No, I can’t do any of this! Chris, I’m not getting into college! No one wants a C-passing, high school athlete who’s just gonna flunk out after one semester. I can’t even open the stupid envelope.” “Hey!” One of Chrissy’s Converse shoved his knee, jolting him out of his misery. “Stop talking about yourself like that. We’ve been over this.” “I know, I know—” “You worked hard for this, Steve. You’re not just a high school athlete. You’ve played baseball and basketball, captained the swim team—and don’t think I forgot about the year you did football. Your grades are only getting better and, more than that, they’re steady. That shows consistent progress, and that’s something colleges want to see. And you know you killed that essay. You can do this. Even if you don’t get in, it just means that…I get to keep you to myself for a year.”

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Somewhere in Between - Chapter 4

"You have got to be kidding me." "Okay, now hold on," said Steve, dropping the bags and turning to face her fully. "I promise this isn't what it looks like." "It's not? Because it kinda looks like you brought me out to Skull Rock to hook up with me on my birthday." Christine crossed her arms over her chest, surveying the rock figure that took up most of the clearing. Obviously, she'd never been to Skull Rock before, but the dips and holes in the face of the boulder were a pretty good indicator. It looked a lot more like a skull than she'd imagined. The way all the other girls in her grade seemed to exaggerate the stories of their mind-blowing make-out sessions, Christine had assumed it was all just made up. "I promise, that's not why we're here," Steve pleaded. "I just—my parents are home, and your dad's home, and even if he wasn't, Dustin just walks in whenever he wants, and I didn't want you to celebrate your birthday in a car, so this was the first place I thought of. You know, just so we could get away for a while." "Right," Christine said with a wry smile. "I'm pretty sure that's what you said to the dozens of other girls you've brought out here." "It's not. And I understand if you don't believe me, but they—okay, they—they did not get a picnic."

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Somewhere in Between - Chapter 3

"Aren’t you supposed to be Mister Romance or something?" Max snickered. "And you’re really telling me you didn’t make plans for Valentine’s Day?” “I wanted to make plans for Valentine’s Day,” Steve said tersely, “but Chrissy said no.” “What? Why?” “Because I’m not dating Chrissy,” he repeated. “Not—not officially, anyway. She wants to take things slow after everything that happened with Nancy and—and you know what? I agree. I’m okay with that. I’ve been a real dick to her before, so she wants me to earn it.” “How do you expect to earn it if you don’t do anything?” Steve floundered, gaping as Max raised a challenging eyebrow. Her lips pulled into a smirk, which only grew with every second he didn’t answer her. Finally, Steve huffed and slouched in his seat. “Shut up, okay? I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.” “Because I’m a girl,” she answered, “and you need help.”

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Somewhere in Between - Chapter 2

“We didn’t invite you to movie night, Dustin! Tonight we were gonna—” “Take advantage of Mr. Walcott not being home?” Steve choked on the rest of his sentence. Dustin continued to stare at him, coolly popping another piece of popcorn in his mouth. Steve looked back at Christine for help, but she’d already accepted defeat. She gave him a hopeless shrug and Steve shook his head again. “N-no. No! We weren’t—this isn’t about—you don’t get to do this! You can’t just crash our plans because you feel like it! If you wanna have a movie night, fine. Let’s plan a movie night. We can watch whatever nerdy-ass movies you want to watch, but not tonight. Go home.” He folded his arms over his chest, standing his ground and asserting his dominance. Dustin considered him for a moment, grabbed some more popcorn, then sighed dramatically. “Okay.” “O-okay?” Steve blinked in surprise and hastened to recover. “I mean—yeah. Okay. Now, leave.” “I’m going,” Dustin assured him. He walked slowly around the couch, taking his time to get to the door. “I guess I can just hang out with my mom. I told her we were all gonna watch a movie together, but I’ll just tell her that you guys kicked me out because you wanted the house to yourself. Have fun!” Dustin smiled as he walked past them, only to have Steve yank him back at the last second. “You’re not gonna say shit, Henderson.”

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Somewhere in Between - Chapter One

“Hey, so, uh—are you excited for tonight?” Steve asked Eleven. She nodded eagerly and took a bite of her burger. As she chewed, her eyebrows tugged together like she was thinking, and she waited until she’d swallowed to ask, “Why tonight?" “Um…because of the party…?” he said uncertainly. “It’s New Year’s Eve.” “No, why tonight?” She repeated herself for emphasis and tapped the table, which somehow made more sense to him. Steve’s mouth fell into a small “oh” as he nodded. “Why tonight? Right, uh—I don’t know. Because a bunch of old guys said so.” He yelped as Chrissy flicked him on the arm, rolling her eyes again. “Because of science,” she answered Eleven. Chrissy reached across the table, grabbing the salt and pepper shakers and holding them up for her to see. “See, if this is Earth and this is the sun, we’re constantly moving around it in space. It takes us a year to go all the way around, so whenever we get back to the start, we celebrate.”

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Steve and Christine have an agreement. They’re not dating...technically...but they’re not just best friends. May feels like it’s a long, long way away.

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I’m gonna need Chrissy & Steve for #10!!!! Gimme the Christmas feels!

10. slow-dancing in the living room to classical music

You ask, I deliver. Prepare for sugar plum sweet, tooth-rotting fluff.

Christmas Day, 1985

It had taken a couple years, but Steve was finally starting to enjoy Christmas again. He had hazy memories of bright Christmas mornings when he was a kid, but by the first grade, he’d been attending his father’s corporate business party. It was a big, fancy event at a high-end catering hall where the tables had ice sculptures and the utensils were real silver. Steve couldn’t imagine how much money the company blew on it every year. His mother practically disappeared for the whole month of December to plan it and make sure everything was perfect. Friends and family were always invited, but more than anything, it was a chance for his dad to suck up to other corporate assholes under the guise of holiday cheer.

Steve didn’t hate it—at least, he hated it less than the other events he got dragged to. There were always a couple other kids there, a handful he saw every year. The kids’ table slowly became the teens’ table, and then they’d sneak outside with a couple bottles of wine to wait out the party. It was fun, but he never really enjoyed himself; it didn’t make sense even in his own head.

The Wheelers had been the ones to break the cycle. Once Steve and Nancy were official dating, Mrs. Wheeler invited him over for Christmas dinner. Steve’s parents hadn’t been thrilled, but his absence at the party would give them an excuse to brag about how he was in a “serious relationship” with a nice girl.

It had been a good Christmas, right out of one of those old paintings of a picture-perfect family around the table. The Wheelers were nice, the food was great, and it was all just so much less pretentious than what he was used to. He actually enjoyed it, and things started to make more sense.

The next year, he couldn’t go back. The problem was that he didn’t have a girlfriend as an excuse anymore. In the end, he lied about being sick so he could skip the corporate party and go to the Henderson house instead. That dinner was way bigger than the year before—Dustin and his mom, Chrissy and her dad, even Hopper and Eleven. The two of them didn’t come together, exactly. Dustin just told his mom that El was a friend from school whose parents were out of town, and Claudia hadn’t batted an eye. Everyone squeezed around the table, taking second helpings of everything and, as Steve sat squashed between Chrissy and Dustin, he hoped Christmas would be like that every year.

Well. That Christmas wish hadn’t come true.

This year, Steve’s parents made it crystal clear that they were dragging him to the party whether he liked it or not. He’d pulled the girlfriend card again, hoping to spend Christmas with Chrissy, but it didn’t work this time. After twelve days of Christmas arguments and a ton of tense negotiations, they’d come to a compromise: Steve was coming to the party, but he was allowed to bring Chrissy as his date.

“I really don’t mind,” Chrissy said in the car, after he’d apologized for the hundredth time for putting her through this. “Last year was different for you. This year will be different for me.”

“Yeah,” Steve scoffed, straightening his tie, “if ‘different’ means listening to a bunch of snobby assholes brag about their lives until you want to drill a hole in your head.’”

Chrissy reached over, grabbing one of his hands from the steering wheel and gently stroking the back of his hand. “Well then, we’ll just have to hide in a corner and make fun of everyone until it’s time to go home.”

It pulled a smile out of Steve, even though he was still annoyed. He knew he was being overdramatic. They would be able to sneak out after an hour or two, but until then, he wanted to shield Chrissy from as much of the pettiness and cruelty that he could.

The Harrington house was decked out of Christmas with pin-straight lights lining the roof and an enormous wreath on the front door. It was pretty, but Steve couldn’t look at anything but Chrissy as she climbed out of the car.

She’d been trying to calm him down the whole ride over, but Steve knew that she was nervous too. Everything was wearing was new, from her red lipstick to her emerald dress, the skirt shiny with a complicated gold pattern. When he’d gone to pick her up from her house, the sight of her had knocked the wind right out of him. Just thinking about all the time and effort and money she’d put into her appearance to impress his parents and their friends made him that much angrier about the whole thing.

He grabbed her hand as they walked up the driveway, holding it tight so her fingers would stop trembling. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

Chrissy’s pink cheeks flushed darker as she rolled her eyes. “Thank you. Again.”

“You’re welcome, again. Hey, by the way—have I mentioned that you’re fucking gorgeous?”

That got him a laugh, along with a shove as they hurried up the front steps and into the house.

Inside, the decorations were just as neat as they were outside. Evergreen was wrapped around the banister and lining the side tables alongside towering red candles. They ventured into the living room, where the bough continued along the balcony until it disappeared behind the oversized Christmas tree in the corner. All the ornaments were shades of white and silver, right up to the shining star on top.

“They’re home, right?” Chrissy asked uncertainly.

The house was quiet except for the instrumental music drifting from the stereo, but Steve waved off Chrissy’s concern.

“They’ll be back. They probably wandered down the block exchange gifts with the mayor or whatever.” He gestured for her to sit on the couch while he headed to the stereo cabinet. “ I don’t know why they leave this shit playing when they’re not home. I can turn it—"

“No, no! It’s fine. I love The Nutcracker.” Chrissy was wearing a tiny smile, perched on the very edge of the couch cushion. “Reminds me of Mom.”

Steve pulled his hand back from the stereo. He sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, easing her into a more comfortable position fully on the couch. She leaned into his side, and Steve watched the string lights twinkle in her eyes as she thought.

“Honestly, I barely remember it,” she said softly. “It’s one of those things where it’s like—I don’t know if I actually remember, or if I’ve just thought about it so much that I think I remember, you know? I was maybe…four and a half? Mom was already sick, but it was before things got too bad. I begged them to take me to The Nutcracker for like weeks.”

“Seriously?” Steve squinted at her. “You begged them to go to the NYC Ballet?”

“Oh God, no!” She giggled and lifted a hand to cover her mouth. “No, it was a local show. Just a bunch of kids, really, but it didn’t stop me from becoming obsessed. I listened to that tape until it broke. Told Mom I was gonna be a ballerina.”

Chrissy giggled again, but it was sadder this time. Steve didn’t need her to fill in the gaps. Her mom’s health had gotten worse, and Chrissy’s life became of a blue of hospitals and rental houses. Dance classes weren’t really on the table.

The music shifted into the next section, something even Steve could almost recognize. “This one’s…?”

“Waltz of the Flowers,” Chrissy supplied.

“Right. I knew that.”

“Sure you did, baby.”

She smirked at him and Steve pouted despite the warmth that filled his chest. He stood up abruptly, shaking out his suit jacket with a flourish, then held out his hand. Chrissy raised an eyebrow, bemused.

“What are you doing?”

“Come on.” He pulled her to her feet and led her to the middle of the living room floor. “What we are doing is dancing.”

“Steve—”

He ignored her protest and lifted his arm to force her into a twirl. Chrissy wobbled in her high heels and Steve caught her against his chest as she collapsed in a fit of laughter. He grinned and pressed a kiss to her hair, his free hand finding hers and weaving their fingers together.

“Okay, uh—step back with this foot,” he instructed, nudging her right with his left, “and now sideways with this one, then together. Then you come forward with this one—yeah, there you go—”

It was a clunky rhythm, both of them laughing as they struggled to find their footing. They were stepping more than they were dancing, the music barely a suggestion at that point. It took Chrissy’s brain a minute to catch up, but when it did, she tripped over herself as she looked up at him.

“Steven Harrington,” she said in awe, “are you…? Since when can you waltz?”

He could feel his face turning red, but tried to focus on keeping Chrissy upright as she struggled. “Well, ‘waltz’ is a pretty generous word…”

“Steve.”

“Fine, I—kinda. When I was little, my cousin had this wedding and I was the ring bearer and—it was this whole thing. She made everyone in the bridal party do this opening dance. I sucked and uh—it does not look like I got any better.”

He chuckled, but to his surprise, Chrissy pulled him to a stop. She looked at him in earnest, making sure she had his undivided attention before she spoke.

“You’re amazing, Steve. And I love you.”

“I know.”

Chrissy narrowed her eyes at him, annoyed and somehow still even happier than she’d been before. She tucked her lips in to hide her smile, then closed the distance between them so she could rest her head on his chest.

They swayed on the spot, forgoing the waltz and the complicated footwork. With Chrissy’s head on his chest, Steve could almost feel her humming along to the music. For a few minutes, Steve let himself believe that his parents weren’t coming home. They’d gone to some other party and he was staying here with Christine. They’d dance in the living room until she inevitably dragged him off to dinner—with their friends, with her dad, or maybe just the two of them. There wouldn’t be any sneaking or snide comments or arguments. It was Christmas, he had Christine in his arms, and he was going to enjoy himself.

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Time for my basically daily ask. (I can't promise they'll slow down due to the break cause if anything I'll be going through withdrawal, so if it takes you a while to get to them no worries). Alright so I'm trying to (hopefully) stay away from spoilers so let's talk character characteristics. We've talked a lot about how Steve and Eddie are both a lil 💅 and possibly in a poly relationship with Chrissy. But what about chrissy? Is she just poly? Or do you think of her as queer too? And if yes, who has she crushed on? And when did she realize? Do the three of them (plus robin) bond over it? And do they help the younger kids (if plural) through their own crises?

Honestly this is something I ask myself every time I sit down to write; it's constantly in flux. I think, most likely, Chrissy is somewhere in the realm of demi- or greysexual. She says in Malignant that Steve is the first person she really had a crush on. While she's attracted to him and—as you joked in your review—is ready to "climb him like a tree," it's not really something that occurs to her otherwise. (That's a little bit of what's happening in her first conversation with Max, where she just straight forgets that sex is something Billy might want.)

If the right person came along, she might be open to dating other genders, but for now there's really only a few people she's thought about in that way: Steve (a given), Billy (who expressed interest in her first), and maybe Harrison Ford. (And, yes, later Eddie, but it will take some time for those feelings to develop and longer for her to acknowledge them.)

I think once the dust settles and everything is clear between Stedsy, Steve, Robin, and Eddie all react to Chrissy's sexuality in different ways.

Steve definitely has a hard time wrapping his head around it. He's such a guy in that way, where he sees a cute person and his mind proceeds to the gutter in an orderly fashion. Because of his insecurities, I think he also gets a little jealous and possessive. Seeing Chrissy talk to hot guys or hot girls makes him nervous, and it just...doesn't compute to him that Chrissy doesn't like most people that way.

Robin's open to it, she's just confused. Her curious brain is studying Chrissy all the time to better understand. They could be watching a movie or walking through the mall and Robin will be like, "What about that guy? Would you sleep with him?" To which Chrissy responds, "Uh, no?" "In a world without Steve, in a hypothetical vacuum with no consequences and his confirmed interest in you, you wouldn't have sex with him? He's hot, right?" "I mean, yeah, he's hot so...maybe?" And Robin's just like, "Fascinating."

Eddie, on the other hand, doesn't find it weird at all. He just feels like he's gotten an award, a medal, a gold fucking star. Most mortals aren't worthy of Christine's fantasies, and he happens to be one of the lucky, lucky few. I don't know that he'd brag about it, but when he's tipsy he would definitely brag about it.

This...got long again, I'm sorry everyone lol.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Friends

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Christine’s head snapped up from the page. Steve had folded his arms on top of the car, resting his head down so he could look at her. His smile was half-hidden behind his maroon sleeve, but it was still enough to make Christine’s heart skip a beat. “Steve,” she said in a warning tone. “What? That’s just a fact. You’re incredibly smart and, if nothing else, it’s kinda incredible you haven’t given up on me yet.” Christine didn’t dignify that with a response, just gave him a flat look until he deflated. Steve rolled his eyes and pretended to scream into the crook of his elbow, then stood up with a dramatic sigh. “Okay! I’m sorry. I’m done.” “Thank you.” She turned back to his essay, tapping the pen against her chin. “Do you mind if I take this with me? Otherwise, I can write out my own copy. I want to get the edits back to you fast, but I’ve got work tomorrow and I’m staying over at Hopper’s tonight. El’s been bugging him about letting me sleepover and—” “You know what? No.” Christine stopped again, turning to Steve in surprise. “No…I’m not staying with Hopper…?” “No, I’m not sorry.” Steve folded his arms over his chest in defiance. “I’m done apologizing for shit when I’m being serious. I think you’re incredible. Deal with it.”

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Snow Ball

“Pretty?” Eleven asked Christine hopefully. “Definitely pretty. Yeah, I think that’s the one Nancy wore in the eighth grade. I asked if I could borrow a few dresses so you’d have more to choose from.” To her surprise, that made Eleven's face fall into a disappointed frown. “Wait, what’s wrong?” “Which are yours?” Eleven asked sheepishly. “Oh…” Christine swallowed the lump in her throat, but it still took a few seconds to find the words. “El, you—you don’t have to wear my stuff. You should wear what you like. It’s just…it’s like favorites, remember? You like whipped cream, and I like syrup. It’s okay.” Eleven’s lips twitched up into a smile. She looked down at the dress again, her fingers ghosting over the puffy shoulders, her eyes longing but still uncertain. “Go on,” Christine urged. “You loved the pink dress too, and that was Nancy’s. You’re gonna look way better than I did at my last Snow Ball. Course, I wore a jumpsuit so that’s not saying much…” “Jumpsuit?” El repeated curiously. “Yeah, it’s like—it’s a top that’s connected to your pants and it was bright red and—and I had my hair all curled because I was trying to look like this actress from Charlie’s Angels, because that’s what Nancy, Barb, and I had done for Halloween, only everyone was staring at me and I looked like a total weirdo so I called my dad so he could pick me up early and…yeah…” Christine trailed off, blushing at the embarrassing memory until she was about the same color the jumpsuit had been. Eleven’s big brown eyes were still watching her, so she cleared her throat and continued, “Anyway, that’s why I didn’t bring that as an option. I’m not the kind of person you take fashion advice from."

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Rainbow Deluxe Strawberry Milkshake

“I’m sorry, Barb. I know I said it that night, and I know I’ve said it a million times since then, but…I’m sorry. I’m sorry Nancy and I were so wrapped up in our own bullshit that we weren’t there for you when it mattered. Every day I wonder what would have happened if—if we’d just gone back to your car. If I’d just cried in the passenger seat while you drove us back to my house. We would’ve watched The Exorcist, and you would’ve hated every second, but you’d suffer through it for me and…you did that a lot. Suffered for me, or Nance, or anyone else. You were so incredibly selfless and…I’m just so, so fucking sorry, Barb…” Her hand closed on the edge of the box, gripping the wood like it was the only thing keeping her standing, which that wasn’t far from the truth. She swayed on the spot, ready to start bawling again—but she didn’t. It still felt like Barb was standing there with her, smiling but still exasperated. “Chris, I know you’re sorry—and you know it’s okay. None of us knew what was gonna happen, and we don’t know that anything would’ve changed. I mean, if you’d been in the car with me, maybe it just would’ve gotten us both. But it’s my funeral, so can we please talk about something else?” Christine sighed and shook her head. “Fine. I’m sure I’m boring you with my endless apologies, but…I'm not ready to let go...”

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Chapter 26: The Truth

“I didn’t sleep with Billy.” It was stupid, but for some reason, Christine felt like that was the most important thing to establish. Nicole surprised her again by waving off her concern. “Yeah, I wouldn’t worry about that. No one’s gonna believe that shit, not with your reputation.” “…Psycho Bitch…?” “Ha, no—not that one.” Nicole smiled, somehow managing to seem genuine and patronizing at the same time. “Look, say what you will about Tommy—he’s a total pig, I get it—but you can thank him for one thing. He’s been joking about you and Harrington for so long that no one at this school is gonna believe you slept with Billy.” Christine scoffed. “Wow. Thanks, that—that makes me feel loads better.” “I guess you could’ve been trying to make Steve jealous,” Nicole mused as if Christine hadn’t interrupted, “but after everything with Nancy that’s not exactly your style. Steve starting the fight, that’ll probably still stick. In the end, it boils down to Billy hitting on you and Steve going off the deep end. Maybe he was jealous, maybe he was being protective—it’s actually better to leave it up to interpretation.” Nicole stared thoughtfully into space, oblivious to Christine fidgeting uncomfortably beside her. She knew the rumor mill with ruthless, but it was unsettling to watch Nicole at work, testing different stories to see what would be the most compelling. It was like she was the lead editor of the school’s verbal newspaper.

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Chapter Twenty-Five: The Deal

Christine cleared her throat. “Hey, I’m not gonna leave my best friend high and dry while he’s trying to get into college. And you’re right: that essay was garbage, which means you need my help.” She wrinkled her nose at him, hoping it might knock him down a peg or two; it didn’t work. Steve’s grin only spread, wide enough that the cut on his lip was tugging at the skin again. “Yeah. I really do.” His tone was enough to make her blush. It was infuriating how much influence he still had over her, the way he could short-circuit her brain with an easy smile. “Don’t do that,” Christine said quietly. “I’m not doing anything,” said Steve. “What am I doing? I don’t think I’m—” “You know exactly what you’re doing because you used to do it on purpose all the time. Only these days, I can’t tell when you’re joking or when you’re being serious or when you just want something from me, so I need you to stop. No flirting.” The way Steve’s jaw dropped, she might as well have told him to stop breathing. “Oh, come on, Chrissy! I—” “Nope,” she interrupted. “If you’re focusing on yourself, then you’re focusing one hundred percent on yourself. No flirting. I’ll help with the essay, but those are my terms. Deal?”

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Hopper

“…You brought pizza?” “I didn’t want to come empty-handed.” Christine shrugged, looking almost sheepish. “I wrapped all the slices individually, so if we—if you don’t eat them all at once, you can save some for tomorrow. I knew you’d be mad so—” “So you’re bribing a cop with beer and pizza.” And hard as Christine tried to hide it, Hopper could still see her smile. He pursed his lips, pinched the bridge of his nose, and resigned himself to the inevitable. “Fine. You can stay for dinner, but you’re not staying the night and you never come by unannounced again. Next time, I shoot.” “Deal,” she agreed at once. The bathroom door slid open again and Eleven emerged, marginally more dry than she’d been before. Her hair was still dripping onto her grey T-shirt, but it didn’t stop her from beaming as she scurried back to Christine’s side. “Here,” El began, grabbing ahold of her hand. “I want to show you my room!”

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Chapter Twenty-Three: A Turning Point

“You know,” Dustin announced, “this was fun. Like, in a weird kinda way. We should do this again sometime. Obviously not the whole other dimension, punch a racist in the face, almost dying part, but just like—hanging out. The three of us. I feel like we make a good team, you know? We could go to the arcade, or the movies, or you guys could show—” “Get out of my car, Henderson.” “Yup, you got it, buddy. Talk to you tomorrow.” Dustin gave Steve a salute and hurried out of the car. Christine watched in the mirror as he lolloped up the driveway, bag thumping against his back, and hopped up the front steps. Even once she was sure he was safely inside, her eyes stayed glued to the door. She wasn’t sure if she was waiting for him to come back out or just looking for an excuse to stay in the car a little while longer. “So,” Steve sighed. “Um…long day, huh?” “Yeah,” said Christine, cracking a grin. “Yeah, long day.” They both chuckled quietly. Christine scratched at the inside of her wrists and Steve began fiddling with the volume on the stereo, quietly humming along with some song on the radio. She wondered if he was stalling for himself or if he was politely waiting for her to spit out the words she’d been rehearsing in her head for the last twenty minutes.

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Inside Out: Malignant - The Soundtrack

o1. stranger things theme | o2. pinball wizard, elton john (chapter 1) | o3. don’t stop me now, queen (chapter 6) | o4. halloween, dead kennedys (chapter 6) | o5. thriller, michael jackson (chapter 6) | o6. no quarter, led zeppelin (chapter 7) | o7. theme from halloween (chapter 7) | o8. an innocent man, billy joel (chapter 7) | o9. the stranger, billy joel (chapter 8) | 1o. the chain, fleetwood mac (chapter 10) | 11. long, long way from home, foreigner (chapter 13) | 12. don’t let him go, reo speedwagon (chapter 14) | 13. she’s always a woman, billy joel (chapter 18) | 14. dynamite, scorpions (chapter 21) | 15. drive, the cars (chapter 23) | 16. you don’t mess around with jim, jim croce (chapter 24) | 17. blackbird, the beatles (chapter 26) | 18. last christmas, wham! (chapter 28)

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