The Wasps are all Around Us (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Y/N was sitting in Jonathan's room, on the phone with Steve. Jonathan wasn't home and Y/N didn't want to use the living room phone because Lonnie was out there, so Jonathan's was the only other phone in the house.

"Okay, I'll be over in five minutes to pick you up. From there we can go to a hunting store to get weapons, and we can go back to my place to practice with them. How does that sound?" Steve suggested.

"YOU WERE HERE FOR THE MONEY!" Y/N heard her mom yell from the living room.

"Y/N, what was that?" Steve asked.

"NO, I'M HERE TO HELP! WE COULD USE THAT MONEY FOR GOOD THINGS!" Lonnie yelled back.

"OH YEAH, LIKE TO PAY OFF YOUR DEBITS?" Joyce answered.

"Y/N are you okay?" Steve said, sounding worried.

"TO SEND JONATHAN TO COLLEGE!" Lonnie yelled.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I should go, but that sounds great. See you in five," Y/N answered.

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT COLLEGE HE WANTS TO GO TO?" There was a pause. "NYU! HE HAS WANTED TO GO TO NYU SINCE HE WAS SIX. YEARS. OLD. LONNIE!" Joyce screamed.

"Yep, see you then," Steve said

"Bye," Y/N said and hung up the phone.

She ran into her room and took her time putting on her combat boots and red flannel jacket.

The arguing continued, but she did her best to ignore it.

Grabbing her wallet, and slipping it into the back pocket of her jeans, she ran into the living room where her parents were fighting.

"Going out, don't know when I will be back," she said quickly.

Joyce and Lonnie paid no attention to Y/N as she opened the door and rushed outside. There, stood Steve, leaning against his car, which was parked in front of her house.

The sound of Joyce and Lonnie's fight was still wafting from the open hole in the wall of the house. At least the hole was covered with a blue tarp so he couldn't see her parents fighting. He couldn't see how messed up her life had become.

She ran down the porch steps and Steve opened the car door for her. She got into the passenger seat; he then closed the door, and got into the driver's side. When he closed his door, and the sound of the fight was finally blocked out, Y/N rested her head against the head rest and let out a deep sigh.

"You, okay?" he asked, looking over at her.

She nodded. Steve reached over the center console and gently grabbed her hand. Surprisingly, she didn't pull away. In fact, she squeezed his hand a little tighter.

"Do you mind if I ask you why there is a hole in your house?"

She chuckled, "My mom took it down with an axe, she thought my brother was inside the wall and there was something after him."

"Wow . . . you Byers' women are, like, crazy monster fighting baddasses," Steve said, making Y/N give a small laugh.

It was really nice to hear her laugh. He had only heard it once before, when he had given her the fruit in the cafeteria, and even that was more of a chuckle, he wished he could make her laugh more often. It was refreshing to hear after all of the worry and grieving.

Then the house's front door burst open, practically flying off its rusty hinges.

Out stormed Lonnie in a fit of hot, burning rage.

And with that, Y/N's smile and laugh were far in the rear-view mirror.

"Go . . .Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!" Y/N franticly yelled to Steve.

He put the car in reverse and started to back out of the drive way. Lonnie looked at the car in confusion, but by then Steve had backed out of the driveway and was cruising down the street.

As they drove away, Y/N became visibly calmer.

Steve rubbed his thumb in a circle on her hand.

"Who was that?" he asked.

"That was Lonnie, my abusive, jerk of a father . . . He's a real asshole. He claims to have come to help with the funeral and crap and my mom fell for it! But I knew from the beginning. I knew since I was six: He's a shitty guy who only looks out for himself," she answered.

"What's shitty is that it a six-year-old could see that her father is a jerk," he said.

"Yeah, it is," she answered, looking over at him.

He looked at her with a sad smile.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked.

"You just did," she answered sarcastically, winning a chuckle from him. She smiled, "Go ahead,"

"Why is it that you seem to act more like Will's mom than his sister?" he glanced over at her, "Did I just over step my bounds? I'm sorry I just-"

"No, it's okay. You didn't over step or anything. You're right, I do act more like a mom than a sister . . . I guess it's because I feel more like a parent to Will than a sister. Jonathan and I both feel that way," she paused, thinking of how to word her answer, "when Lonnie left, all the financial concerns fell on my mom, she needed to pick up extra shifts to cover everything, and she became so busy that she was barely home at all. So, Jonathan and I picked up all the other things, including caring for Will, who was a toddler at the time. Jonathan and I practically raised Will. That's why I act more like a mother toward Will than an older sister,"

"I'm sorry, that must have been hard," Steve said.

"Yeah, a little, but I wouldn't trade it," she answered with a smile, "Okay, enough about me. Your turn. What is King Steve's backstory? Let me guess, you're a tortured poet who writes about the long-lost love-of-his-life,"

He could tell that she was holding back laughter.

"Yup, I don't know how you got it right," he answered sarcastically, causing the two of them burst into a fit of laughter.

"Okay, but seriously, what's your story?" she asked when they both calmed down.

"Nothing much, I mean, as soon as I reached the age that I could stay home alone, my parents started going on grand vacations for months at a time, leaving me alone,"

"That's why no one will question us practicing with weapons in your house, huh? Cause no one is there," Y/N said.

Steve nodded.

"I'm sorry, that sucks. I guess we are both in the 'Practically no Parents Club',"

"Yeah, I guess we are," he answered, with a small smile, "We're just a couple minutes from town so we will be there soon,"

She nodded, wondering to herself: 'What made Steve do a complete one-eighty so fast?'.

A/N:

Hey!

Thanks for reading Chapter Thirteen of The Wasps are all Around Us!

I just wanted to let you know that I have started the official playlist for this story.

It is a Spotify playlist called: The Wasps are all Around Us. And my name on Spotify is Olivia_DiCaprio.

If there is a song that you think should be on the playlist, comment the name of it and I may add it to the list.

See you in the next chapter!

~Via