Right Here, Right Now // Steve Harrington
Right Here, Right Now
Steve Harrington X Henderson Sibling (tried to do gender neutral)
Warning(s): Swearing, that’s about it
A/N: So I finished watching Stranger Things and I had this idea in my head for about three days and thought I’d write for you cool people. My apologies this is kinda long (oops). Let me know if any of you want more Stranger Things stuff from me (I still have a couple Harry Potter requests that I’m struggling to find motivation to finish oops). Thank you for reading, I hope you like it (: P.S - There’s a bad joke in here that you’ll understand if you listen to this song. P.P.S - I have renamed this thing so many times jeez the louise.
I sat in the living room with mom, watching a re-run of M*A*S*H with mom.
“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” I heard Dustin curse to himself as he padded down the stairs.
I stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where Dustin was rummaging around, looking for something.
“What’cha lookin’ for, kid?” I asked, leaning on the counter, wanting to laugh at how ridiculous he looked.
So frantic and stressed and he’s only thirteen. I didn’t know how interested he was in going to the school’s Snowball Dance, but, I’m happy he wants to go. I just wish he was less frantic about because honestly, he’s stressing me out. I’m almost eighteen and I haven’t been that stressed since I took my SAT’s.
“It’s in a paper bag, have you seen it? I put it on the counter and it’s gone!” Dustin said, throwing unopened envelopes to the floor.
I walk around the counter to pick them up and I hear Dustin run out the room, probably with his mystery bag.
I sat on the piano in the basement, squinting at my very hard to read sheet music. My book of sheet music was given to me for my twelfth birthday by mom, it’s from the sixties, and the print is absolutely tiny. I reached for my glasses case, which was on the coffee table and opened it. The case was empty.
“Aw, crap.” I whispered to myself.
I walked up the stairs to ask mom if she’d seen them, but, mom wasn’t there. I looked out the front window to see if mom’s car was there, and it wasn’t. I walked upstairs and towards Dustin’s room.
“Did mom already leave for her-” I opened the door and saw Dustin stood in front of his mirror, frozen, with a can of Farrah Fawcett hairspray in his hands.
“Sure, come on in. The door wasn’t shut for a reason!” Dustin said sarcastically.
“What’cha doing?” I sat on his bed, still fascinated at his hair.
“Getting ready.” Dustin said, spraying, then smoothing down, over and over again.
“Have you seen my glasses? They aren’t in their case.”
“Did you fall asleep reading last night? ‘Cause they’re probably on your beside table.” Dustin said.
“Crap, I didn’t even think of that, thanks.”
“No problem, now, if you don’t mind, my ride is almost here.”
“I still don’t get why you go somebody to drive you when I could easily have taken you.” I stood up and walked out of the room.
“Well, you’re car isn’t the coolest ride.” Dustin said as I walked out of the room. I rolled my eyes at his lame diss towards my car. Sure, my car is ten years old, but, it runs and gets me where I need to be, and that’s all that matters.
I stood up and walked into my room. I heard the doorbell ring through the house, and before I turn my head, Dustin was already rushing down the stairs yelling, “I’LL GET IT!”
I found my glasses on top of my copy of The Great Gatsby, that was sitting on my bedside table. I put hem on and walked downstairs. I saw Dustin standing at the door, facing his chauffeur for the evening.
“Steve?” I said.
“Hi.” Steve said, leaning in the entrance.
I quickly took off my glasses and put them on the counter. I knew Steve had grown closer to Dustin, since going to the Upside-Down, but, I wasn’t expecting Steve to remain close to Dustin, considering he’s my age and five years older than Dustin. His devotion to helping out Dustin was admirable, and I’ve gotten to see his other side to him. Not King Steve; Ruler of Hawkins High School, but his real self. His caring and helpful side. I like that side, I just wish he didn’t hide under the many layers of stubbornness, bad friends and insensitive comments.
“Shit! I forgot to put on cologne! Gimme a sec.” Dustin said, rushing upstairs.
“So, you’re taking Dustin to the dance?” I said, attempting small-talk, badly.
“Yeah. He’s really pumped for it.” Steve replied.
“I know, right? So.. are you going inside with him?” I asked.
“No, I’m just… helping him out. He’s grown on me.”
“Well, that’s nice of you,” I took a few steps closer to him, “You know, you’ve also kinda grown on me, Steve.”
“That’s good. We’ve seen each other a lot lately” Steve smiled.
“So, what are you doing tonight? Besides driving my brother to a school dance?” I asked.
“I didn’t really have much plans. You?”
“Yeah, me neither. I was just gonna stay home… Wow, that’s sounds pathetic, doesn’t it?” I laughed at myself.
“Yeah, kinda does. You want to come with us? Then, after we drop off Dustin we can just be pathetic instead of lonely and pathetic.” Steve offered.
“Sure.” I said.
Just as a finished putting on my jacket and shoes, Dustin finally came back downstairs.
“What the hell are you doing?” Dustin asked me.
“I’m gonna come with you to drop you off.” I answered.
“Seriously?” Dustin whined.
“You can still have the front seat.” I offered.
Dustin’s face lit up, “Okay, she can stay.”
Steve, Dustin and I left the house and drove to Hawkins Middle School.
Steve pulled up the front of the school and I listened to him and Dustin’s little pep-talk from the backseat.
Dustin got out of the car and we both watched him go inside. I got out of the car and slid into the passenger seat. Steve began driving away.
“If you… look in the glove compartment, you’ll find my cassettes, if you want to put some music on.” Steve asked. I pulled down and three cassettes immediately feet to my feet. “Sorry, I have a lot.” Steve laughed.
I read aloud the titles of the tapes, “The Smiths, Tears For Fears, AC/DC, Queen, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath.” All of them were bands I’d heard and enjoyed before, but, one the next title is the one that stood out. “Best Mixtape Ever?”
Steve’s face almost lit up like a Christmas tree, “Yeah, I, uh, I made that a little while ago. It’s got some of the best songs on it. Trust me.”
“Alright, let’s give it a shot.” I put the tape in the cassette deck and it began.
I looked at Steve excitedly when I recognized the intro, “I love this song!”
The first song that played was Too Much Time On My Hands by Styx.
Steve took the long way back to my house and we listened the the entirety of the Best Mixtape Ever. And it was.
Steve pulled into my driveway and we entered the house. We kicked off our shoes hung up our jackets.
“My turn to show you my music collection, now.” I took his hand and lead him downstairs. I stopped in front of the shelf, full of records. “They aren’t your cool cassettes, but, we’ve got some gems here.”
Steve smiled and sat down the piano bench, a few feet away from where I was rummaging through to find my favourite records.
I pulled out about six and squeezed beside Steven on the piano bench. I handed Steve the records and he looked at them.
“Let’s see, we got Hall & Oates: Big Bam Boom, INXS: The Swing, Pink Floyd: The Wall, Queen: A Night At The Opera, The Beatles: Abbey Road, Journey: Frontiers…”
“This album’s my favourite.” I pulled The Wall by Pink Floyd record from him.
I played it on my record player and I sang along with it, on the piano bench, while Steve looked through more records on the shelf.
Another Brick In The Wall, Part Two played and Steve smiled at me.
“What?” I asked.
“I remember this playing at the Snowball when we went to Hawkins Middle School.”
“This song played there? Seems ironic.” I joked
“I know, right? You don’t remember that song playing and everyone screaming the lyrics at the teachers?” Steve asked.
“I didn’t go to the Snowball.” I admitted, “I haven’t even been to a school dance before. Or even danced with someone, for that matter.”
I nodded, “Yeah, that’s kind of embarrassing, I’ve never told anyone that before.”
“Don’t be embarrassed…” He pulled out a record by The Police, “No way, you have Synchronicity on vinyl!”
“I totally forgot that I had that!” I said.
“Best album ever, right?!”
I stood up and put it on the record player.
We listened to the first six songs and the seventh track and my favourite song by The Police came on; Every Breath You Take.
Steve stood up from the piano bench and held his hand out to me.
“What’cha doing?” I asked, trying to diffuse the… electricity in the room. It didn’t feel tense, it just felt like something would happen. He took my hands in his and pulled me to my feet.
“I’m gonna give your first slow dance.” Steve said.
“I don’t know how to dance.” I pulled my hands away.
“It’s easy.” Steve held my hands again and guided them up to his shoulders. He slid his hands down to my waist and pulled me closer.
“So… How exactly do I do this?” I asked, sounding too awkward for words.
“You just… Find the beat… Sway a little…” Steve looked into my eyes for a split second, and continued teaching, “And once you get good at that, you can use your feet.”
“Gotcha.” I joked.
There was no point in cancelling out the electricity in the room. The way Steve was looking me in the eyes, it was like he was feeling it, too, he was just letting it be.
“Look a you. You’re a great dancer.” Steve said.
“I’ve always wanted to know what it looked like when someone lies while slow dancing.” I joked.
Steve laughed, “I’m serious, you’re a natural.”
“Thank you, Steve.”
As the song finished, Steve’s face began moving closer to my face. His brown eyes were up closer than I’ve ever seen them. Steve smiled a little before leaning in to kiss me. His hands moved to my lower back and closed the small gap that was between us. I pulled away slowly and I smiled at him. He smiled back.
“I’m stuck with you, now, aren’t I?” I asked.
“I mean, if you’re cool with that…” Steve laughed lightly.