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hoekins · 6 years

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HAWKINS 17

i’m sorry this took long. i had to write and rewrite this three times lol

pairing: mike wheeler x oc (steve’s sister)

warning: none in particular

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UNSUSPECTING

Stacy absolutely dreaded the conversation about Steve’s departure for college. It’s not even been six months since she returned to Hawkins, and now it’s someone else in the household’s turn to leave. Granted, Steve’s uni is just a few hours of drive up north but with Stacy’s last year in high school creeping up just at the back of her head, she can already tell communication wouldn’t be as easy as pounding her fists next door to her brother’s room.

Like clockwork, she had to plan an activity to kill the numbered days Steve has at home. Before Stacy left Hawkins, she pulled up the kitchen toy set she got on her 10th birthday and practically dragged Steve to their mum’s garden with a plastic knife against his throat so Steve would comply with whatever bizarre request the girl had. Steve remembered collecting washed up rainwater from the drainage to help Stacy make a meal from scratch. Six years after, she found herself slathering clay mask to her brother’s face despite his constant complaints.

“Stacy, I’m serious.” Stacy contemplated then and there whether it would be a good idea to cover his mouth with the clay mask to shut him up. “I have something to pick up in ten minutes.”

Stacy scoffed, “Then we’ll wash these off in ten minutes, duh.” Upon completing coverage on both their faces, she leaned back against the couch and covered both her brother’s and her eyes’ with cut up cucumber she smuggled from the salad her mother was making.

“God,” Steve grumbled, “You’re such a fucking pain in the—“

“Shh,” Stacy cut him off. “We’re doing this for relaxation so only relaxing words are allowed. Better yet, shut the fuck up completely.”

Steve bit his tongue to prevent himself from going off on his sister. Regardless, he’s starting to like the cooling effect on his skin. After some time though, as it dried up, an uncomfortable feeling settled. “It’s starting to itch. I’m washing this off.” Steve stood up and made a bee line towards the kitchen sink where he rinsed his face bare, his sister only walking suit and mirroring his actions. She watched as Steve dried his face and left the house in a hurry.

He only came back ten minutes after with a medium-sized box in his arms. Stacy looked up and the first thing she noticed was the bright gleam on his face. “Why’d you look so happy, what’d you mess up now?”

“It’s a surprise. Close your eyes, and hold out your arms,” Steve instructed as he shifted between his feet.

A grimace wrapped itself around Stacy’s soft features, “I’m not falling for that.”

“Just- just close your eyes.” Steve groaned. Inside his head, he begs for whatever’s inside the box to not move nor make a noise.

Stacy crossed her arms in defiance, “No, Steve. I am not letting you put a dead frog in my hands again.”

“I swear to god, it’s not—“

“Bark!”

Steve’s eyes scrunched, “You’ve ruined it!”

Stacy’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as she stared at the furry head that popped out from the top of the box. A tiny pink tongue edged its way as Stacy neared the box. “Holy shit!” She exclaimed, almost tripping in the process of picking up the poor puppy stuffed in a box.

The blue pit bull terrier cuddled close to Stacy’s chest, melting the teenage girl’s heart in the process. Steve explained, “I named him Stewart.” It would have been his name had their grandmother not suggested Steve. Ever since Stacy knew about it, it became an inside joke between the two.

“It’s such an ugly name, isn’t it?” Stacy pulled up the puppy to eye-level. She cooed, “What did you do to deserve such atrocity, huh?” With this, Steve can’t help but smack his sister with the empty box. Stacy only laughed at him before her expression simmered down into a serene smile, “But really, thank you. This is the best.”

Steve pulled up a hand to pet the puppy, “Take care of him while I’m out, yeah?”

“You bet.”

The first person Stacy called to share the news about the newest addition to her small family was Max who was a little surprised when Stacy referred to Stewie as her child but as her best friend refused to call the dog any different so Max told herself she’d get used to it anyway. As much as she would’ve loved to head over to Stacy’s house and meet the pup itself, Max had a dentist appointment she’s not allowed to miss. As that call ended, Stacy picked up another one with Will who buzzed with excitement and invited her at the dog park so the two could introduce their own dogs to one another.

Stacy has never really been to the dog park before particularly because she had no reason to be but now she does. Stewie was relatively good with other dogs; he was playful and wagged his tail towards any unsuspecting human walking past. Will’s dog, Charlie, barked a lot and would often bite Stewie’s tiny ears playfully but overall, he was a really good dog too.

When Will got back home after the two friends parted, his mom told him that Mike called while he was out and seemed upset upon hearing that Will was not home. Joyce advised his son to check in on his best friend. “He sounded like something was bothering him,” she said.

At the Wheelers residence, Mike slouched at the couch in his living room, waiting for Will to return the phone call he left almost an hour ago. He was told Will went to the dog park with Stacy and it didn’t sit well with him. Whether it’s about Stacy or Will, or both of them at this point, he doesn’t know.

As Nancy made her way to the kitchen, the first thing she noticed was her brother grumbling to himself. She could’ve sworn a dark stormy cloud loomed over the boy’s head. At first she was able to dismiss it, knowing well enough that Mike can be moody sometimes; some days more than the other. She prepared what she needed for her sandwich in peace until Mike’s mumbling began sounding like an entire colony of bees met up in their living room.

Nancy put down the bread with half-spread peanut butter on it and made circular motions with the knife in her right hand, “Okay, why are you on the verge of throwing a tantrum?”

When Mike merely gave his sister a nasty glare, a confused look settled on Nancy’s face; one that if facial expressions could talk, Nancy’s would’ve already asked, What the hell? Seeing as his glares didn’t swat Nancy off his business, Mike thought he’d lose nothing if he were to ask for a different perspective so he shared, “Will and Stacy took their own dogs to the dog park today.”

“And the problem with that is?”

“They could’ve invited me!” Mike puts up both hands exasperatedly. For him, it seemed like a simple enough situation to feel left out of.

Nancy, on the other hand, was not having any of her brother’s diva tendencies. She gaped at him dumbfounded, dramatically wondering if Mike was ever dropped as a baby. “Okay, Mike, first of all, we don’t have a dog.” She said flatly, blinking twice, “Even if they invited you, what dog would you have brought? And, you were out with Jane today. You couldn’t have joined them either way.” She shook her head, picking her bread back up to finish her sandwich. For a moment, she looked back in retrospect when she was Mike’s age in curiosity of whether she was as ridiculous as him. Probably yes.

“But still,” Mike huffed. “How would you feel if your best friend spends more time with someone else than with you?”

Nancy softened for a split second, “Mike, your friends are allowed to have other friends. You can’t be upset over who Will chooses to spend time with.” She slapped her sandwich together as she made her way towards the staircase near the couch where her brother wallowed. “Besides, how would you feel if the person you liked not only stopped hanging out with you but also wouldn’t even look at you?” She shrugged, “It’s something to think about.”

“Stacy doesn’t like me like that.” Mike wasn’t so sure who he was trying to convince; Nancy or his own self.

Nancy raised one eyebrow, “Hmm, but I didn’t mention Stacy. Sure, Mike, whatever makes you sleep at night.” With that, she took a bite on her freshly made sandwich and made her way upstairs, leaving a stunned Mike Wheeler alone to ponder over her words.

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