Trouble // [steve harrington / stranger things]

38 - "You looooooove me, Steve Harrington!"

May, 1985.

Prom Night.

"You look gorgeous, Franks." Sylvia whispers, looking at me. I was at the hair salon for what felt like ten years, getting my hair curled and teased into a look I can only call "show poodle."

"Thanks." I give her a hug.

"When's Steve going to be here?" She asks, wiping a tear from under her eyes.

"Um, not for another half an hour." I push a little piece of hair away from eyes.

"Good, I've got a surprise for you." She says and opens the front door, revealing my parents.

"Oh my God." My eyes widen. "Mom, dad." I whisper, rushing to them and giving them a tight hug.

"Hi baby." My dad whispers, kissing the top of my head.

"You look gorgeous, hun." My mom mutters.

"I've missed you guys."

"We couldn't miss your prom night." My mom pinches my cheek and Sylvia hands me a tissue to wipe my under eyes with before my makeup smudges.

"That's Steve." I say, looking out the window after taking pictures with each of my parents, a group shot, one with Sylvia and we were hoping that Hopper would get here before I had to go so I could get one with him too.

"That's your new boyfriend, right?"

"By new you mean been dating for like six months, but sure, new." I shrug and swing the door open, taking a step towards him and he smiles, eyes raking me up and down. "Hi handsome." I say, taking another step down my porch and giving him a smile.

"Hi gorgeous." He kisses me. "You look stunning, Franks." He whispers, looking me up and down again.

"You don't look half bad yourself, Ste." I peck his lips again. "My parents are here. They surprised me." I say and he smiles.

"So they did make it?"

"You knew?"

"Sylvia mentioned something about them maybe visiting. I'm glad they're here. I can't wait to meet them." He kisses the top of my head.

"Hi." My dad extends a hand out to Steve. "Nice to meet you, son. I'm Paul."

"Steve." He shakes his hand. "Great to meet you, sir."

"I'm Maura." My mother extends a hand and he kisses the back of it.

"Beautiful like your daughter." He smiles. "It's amazing to meet you two. I've heard a lot."

"Well, I'm sure it's not all the best but I'm happy that you're putting a brave face and still excited to meet us." My mom laughs and she's not wrong. I have talked a lot of shit about her to Steve, but I can't help it, I've been through a lot because of my parents.

"Ma, come on." I groan and Steve just shrugs.

"I'm not scared of much."

"Good thing you're with her, then. Terrifying, isn't she?" My dad asks, pointing to me and I laugh.

"We just reunited, you can't be nice for a day?" I ask and he laughs, hugging me again.

"I missed you, kiddo." He kisses my hair. "Now, let's get some killer shots. We should get some outside. We need a good Christmas card."

I pose with my parents outside, a big smile on all of our faces. Then, Steve hops in, and four of us smile for the camera as Sylvia does her best European accent, giving us directions on what to do. Hopper ran out of his car to crash into a photo of Steve and I kissing, which neither of us wanted to do, but Sylvia was forcing us to. We then took some picture with our "Hawkins Parents" as my mom has dubbed them, Sylvia and Hopper, taking an annoying amount of pictures, my favorite being the one where I'm standing with Hopper doing the classic "prom pose" and Steve's standing with Sylvia, doing the same—is it creepy? Yes, absolutely, there's no doubting that. Does it also completely sum up our dynamic? Yes, yes I think it does.