Broken & Pretty..Steve Harrington

THE COMMUNICATION

⇾the middle by jimmy eat world

don't you worry what their bitter hearts are gonna say

⸺THEY went along with what Mike had said. They were going to reconfigure the shed into a place where Will would never be able to recognize. They had talked to Tiffany in advance to see if she knew anything about the Mind Flayer, but she honestly didn't. Tiffany and Steve were in the shed and they were putting up tarp. Tiffany was right by the door and Steve was by the wall. Nancy came in with duck tape and walked over to Steve. She didn't see Tiffany. "Hey."

Steve gave a half look to her. "What you did, um, helping the kids...that was...really cool."

"Yeah. Those little shits are real trouble, you know?"

"Believe me, I know." They were silent for a few more seconds and Nancy was still unaware that Tiffany was in the room.

"Hey, I know that you like T-" Steve cleared his voice to cut her off and he nodded his head towards Tiffany. Nancy looked over and saw Tiffany. "Oh, hey Tiff."

Tiffany looked back and smiled.

"Steve." Steve looked back at her and Tiffany had her hand out. He handed her the staple gun and Tiffany started stapling the tarp down. She winced and grabbed her arm. Nancy figured it was from her flying onto the ground. "Hey, is your arm okay?"

"Y-"

"No." Tiffany rolled her eyes at Steve. "It's fine."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it isn't"

"Yes, it is! Yes, it is! Yes, it is!" Tiffany plugged her ears like a child. Steve got off the stool he was standing on and pulled her hands off of her ears. "You need to rest."

"That's what you said before and-"

"And you did and you pulled Demogorgons towards you and took control of their minds." Nancy then stepped in. "I'm sorry, you controlled their minds?"

"I don't control their mind, Steven. I just know how to talk to them."

"You talk to Demogorgons?"

"Yes. I told one in the lab to come to me and and it did. I'm a Demogorgon whisperer." Steve rolled his eyes. "Tiff, can you please not make jokes for once and just take something seriously?"

"Alright, fine."

"Now please, rest so you don't hurt yourself more."

"Steve-"

"For me." Tiffany sighed and handed Steve the staple gun. She was about to leave the shed, but she turned around. "I hope you know, I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for my safety."

Steve smirked and she hated it. "Don't smile, I'm not doing this for you."

Steve's smirk grew even bigger. "Okay, that's annoying, so I'm going to go and rest, but it's not because of you."

Tiffany walked outside the shed and yelled back at him. "I'm not doing this for you!"

Steve laughed a little. He went back to putting the tarp on the walls of the shed. Nancy gave him a knowing look. "What?"

"You like her."

"I mean, she's cool, but I don't want to ask her out or anything."

"You do, Steve. I know you do, just do it. I've known her a while and I've never seen her that comfortable around somebody. She likes you too." Steve considered what Nancy was telling him. "Are you sure?"