Why so beautiful if so evil? (Steve H) · Y/n story by @ssomethingg

Hawkins, Indiana. A gray Tuesday afternoon in late March, the sky bruised with clouds that hadn’t decided whether to rain.

Robin Buckley

freezing mid-step, jaw dropping Holy shit.

Nancy Wheeler

following her gaze, unimpressed What now? Let me guess—another Vickie? Or is it Tammy this time? Jessie?

Robin Buckley

barely breathing No. No, no, no. Who is that?

Nancy followed Robin's line of sight. A girl, maybe nineteen, with dark hair that caught the dim light, walking slow and unhurried. She had a cassette tape in her hand, turning it over like it was something precious.

Robin Buckley

turning to Nancy, eyes wide I need to know her name. I need to know everything about her. I need— Nancy. Nancy. Did you see her?

Nancy Wheeler

sighing I saw a girl with a cassette tape, Robin.

Robin Buckley

dreamy, watching the empty street She was like… like a painting. But like… a really hot painting. That smells like cigarettes and expensive perfume.

Inside the store, the bell above the door had stopped ringing. Steve Harrington leaned against the counter, holding a stack of returns, and his knuckles went white.

Steve Harrington

quietly, to himself Shit.