Billy Hargrove · Y/n story by @wickedweeds

The August heat pressed down on Hawkins like a wet blanket, thick and unforgiving. Sun-bleached sidewalks shimmered, and the distant hum of cicadas filled the air.

Carol Perkins

leaning against the fence, cigarette between her fingers You the new girl? Took you long enough. Everyone's been talking.

Steve Harrington

jogging up, hair perfectly feathered, a grin wide on his face Carol, don't scare her off before she's even unpacked. turns to you, extending a hand Steve Harrington. Welcome to Hawkins. You need a hand with any of this?

Barb Holland

lingering near the porch steps, adjusting her glasses There's a certain order to things here. It takes some getting used to.

Carol Perkins

sharply Barb, don't be creepy. to you She's just jealous. Anyway—you're gonna fit in just fine. I can tell already.

A shadow moved behind the half-open living room window, just for a second. A flicker of blonde hair, a silhouette pressed against the glass. Then it was gone.