#josslyn

  “Okay, say hi to Aunt Hannah for me, love you.” Y/n wandered over to press a kiss to her mother’s cheek, giving her a quick hug which her mother returned. 

  “I will,” She reassured her, patting her back before pulling away from the hug. “Make sure you turn your music off so you guys can hear the doorbell so that poor Steve isn’t stuck out on the doorstep until your date get’s here. I’ve gotta go, love you both.” She rushed away from Y/n’s room, leaving Dustin who watched his mother rush to the door. As soon as the door was closed behind their mother, he turned back to his older sister, stepping into her room. 

  “Are you and Jessie even dating? You guys have been on like twenty dates, but you guys haven’t done boyfriend and girlfriend things.” Dustin pried, looking around his sister’s room as she put her record away. Dustin wasn’t fan of Jessie, he felt something off about the allusive ‘boyfriend’. Y/n gave her brother an annoyed look over her shoulder, slipping the record back in it’s spot. 

  “I mean, technically, we aren’t official, but like, we’ve been spending a lot of time together.” She told him, checking her appearance in her mirror, taking in her dress and makeup. Sure, her and Jessie hadn’t put labels on it, but she was positive that all the signs were there. She spend many nights in his bed, going on dates. She knew that they weren't together in the typical sense, but it like an unspoken thing. 

  “So like, you two aren’t together, but you guys are still exclusive?” Dustin was beyond confused. Dating to him was extremely confusing when it was laid straight out, so this was completely new territory for him. 

  “Yeah, we haven’t talked about that yet, but all the signs are there,” She grabbed her purse, stuffing her lip stick in along with her house keys and wallet. “It’s really only a matter of time before we do become official, but this is still a closed relationship.” She pulled her coat on, slipping her heels onto her feet. 

  “Weird, how do you know?” Dustin furrowed his brows. He was still holding out hope for his sister to date Steve. She had been pinning after the former King of Hawkins’ High for years and it didn’t take long for Dustin to figure out that Steve was head over heels for Y/n. It really only took him the second time Steve randomly popped up at their house for a spontaneous movie night while asking if Y/n wanted to join them. Dustin had been making great progress in getting Steve and his sister together until Jessie came into the picture and messed everything up. 

  “You just know, Dusty,” She hummed, her fingers fixing her hair. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, she tapped his nose with her pointer finger making him scrunch it up. “You will understand when you’re older,” She chimed, walking out of her room, her heels scuffing on the carpet. Dustin trailed behind her, closing her door on his way out. The doorbell rang out, Y/n’s head snapping towards it, excitement bubbling up in her stomach. Jessie never rang the bell, he just honked from the curb, announcing his arrival. “That must be Jessie! See, he even rang the bell this time - it might be the night we become official!” She squealed, rushing towards the door. 

  “Shouldn’t he ring the bell every date?” Dustin muttered, following her to the door, wanting to see this Jessie guy for once. Clearing her throat, she did a quick adjustment to her hair and dress, yanking the door open with a wide smile only for it to drop at the sight of who was standing on the other side.

  “Hey, Y/n! Awful dressed up for a night in with your two favourite boys, don’t you think?” Steve smiled, walking in when Y/n moved to the side to let him in. Y/n furrowed her brows, a little sad that she had to let him down. He looked so happy to see her when she opened the door. 

  “Actually, Steve. I’m going on a date tonight and I probably won’t be home till late.” She closed the door, walking into the living room where Steve had made himself at home on the couch. His smile fell slightly at the news, but his heart had dropped through the floor. Of course she had a date. She was attractive, gorgeous. Not every boy was going to sit around, too scared to make their move on her like he was. 

  “Yeah, with Jessie, the mysterious boy who I’ve yet to see, and is yet to ask her to be official.” Dustin grunted, plopping down on the couch next to Steve, folding his arms over his chest. Steve looked at him oddly, his mouth parted. 

  “Shut up, Dustin! I told you that it was only a matter of time before he makes it official.” y/n shot at him, the shrill sound of the phone ringing cutting through their conversation. Automatically, Y/n walked over to it, picking it up. Steve watched her as she disappeared down the hall further. 

  “I don’t know, Steve, I’m getting weird vibes from this Jessie guy. He honks when he arrives. Honks!” Dustin exclaimed, getting worked up. Even at his age and understanding of the dating world, he knew that you don’t honk, you go to the door. 

  Steve went to say something, but he was cut off by Y/n walking towards the front door. “That was Jessie, he is running late and said that I should meet him at the theater and we’re going to go to a later movie, I’m going to go get popcorn so we can skip the line, I’ll see you guys when I get back!” She called over her shoulder, snatching her keys from the table by the door as she breezed out of the house, leaving the sweet, intoxicating smell of her perfume behind. 

***

  Y/n stood outside the theater, the large bag of popcorn in her hands and the drink sitting on the empty ticket booth. It was way past the second scheduled time they were supposed to meet, the box office closing for any ticket purchases, but the scalpers stood around, waiting for people running late, like Jessie apparently was. Huffing, Y/n looked at her watch on her wrist before looking around. She didn’t see him walking towards her. Chewing on her lip, she looked at the scalper closest to her. “Hi! Excuse me,” She called to him nicely, gaining his attention. “Would you like this popcorn and drink? My date and I will just buy new ones.” She offered. 

  “Yeah, sure. Thanks.” He grumbled, taking the popcorn from her before reaching around her to grab the drink. 

  “No problem.” She muttered. Walking away from the box office, she walked towards the sidewalk, wanting to see if Jessie’s car was even at the theater. Her heels clicked against the sidewalk as she neared the dark alley. Subconsciously, she glanced down it as she passed, almost as if some sort of psycho-killer was lurking in the shadows, but what she did see was much worse. In the alley sat Jessie’s blue ford. The car itself was pointed towards her, as if he had pulled into from the street on the other side of the alley. It was dark, but she could see him sitting in the backseat, his head thrown back, his mouth open. She didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what was going on. The windows were steamed up, the car slightly rocked and she recognized his sex face. 

  Storming up the alley, she slammed her palms against the hood of the ford, startling Jessie and the girl who was bent over, her face in his lap. Jessie’s eyes widened as she scrambled to tuck himself back into his pants, zipping them back up as he stumbled out of the car. “Y/n! I thought I cancelled the date, what are you doing here?” 

  “No, Jessie, you didn’t cancel the date and you don’t get to ask the questions here,” She shouted, her voice booming into the night. “You were really going to cancel on me so you could get head in the back of your car from Josslyn Anderson? I know we weren’t dating, but we were certainly something, Jessie,” She yelled, shoving his chest as Josslyn sat in the back of his car, watching everything unfold. “You lied to me Asshole! Were we anything more than fuck buddies to you?” She asked, hurt. 

  “No- Y/n, you weren’t-” She cut him off with another shove to the chest. 

  “I don’t fucking want to hear another lie, Jessie! I don’t want to fight about this, I want you to leave me the fuck alone, don’t call me, don’t talk to me, don’t even look at me you dirty pervert,” She jabbed her finger in his chest, anger coursing through her body. “I really hope the blowie was worth it.” She seethed, turning on her heel and walking away. She felt stupid for even believing that after twenty dates and not being official that they would actually date. She could hear him calling her name, but she didn’t care. 

  Getting into her car, she didn’t even look back at the alley. In a way, she felt empowered. A high from telling him where to go, but ultimately, she felt crushed. She didn’t hurt that much. They technically weren’t going out, he wasn’t her boyfriend, but she was sure the signs had all pointed to being exclusive. “Nothing I can do, he ain’t shit, he doesn’t deserve my tears, he doesn’t deserve being upset over, he ain’t shit!” She yelled at herself as she drove back to her house. Despite her trying to coach herself out of crying, she still felt hot tears streaming down her face, ruining the makeup she spent so ling perfecting. 

  Pulling into her driveway, she saw the flicking light of the TV and the light of the living room still on. She cursed to herself. She had hoped that Steve and Dustin had retreated to either the kitchen to pig out of frozen pizza or to Dustin’s room to talk about boy stuff so that she could make a quick escape to her room so she could cry and scream while listening to the best break up songs. Turning her car off, she trudged up to her door. Throwing it open, she heard the two boys let out girl-ish screams, practically jumping out of their skin. “Y/n! You scared the shit out of us!” Dustin told her, his hand over his beating heart. 

  “Sorry.” She muttered, keeping her head low to try and hide her tear stained and mascara streaked face. Closing the door, she tried to fast walk through the living room towards her room, but their eyes followed her, watching in confusion. 

  “Wait, why are you back so early? Shouldn’t you guys still be at the movie-” Dustin was cut off by her whirling around, her eyes hard. Both boys were taken back by the tears rolling down her cheeks and the black streak marks. 

  “Jessie didn’t show up so I went looking for him only to find him getting head from Josslyn fucking Anderson in the backseat of his car and turns out, he meant to cancel our date not postpone it thirty minutes! Happy? You were right, Dustin. You were fucking right.” With that, she fled to her room, slamming the door. A few second’s later, they heard the sound of her heel hitting the wall followed by the second one. Steve flinched at the sound of the thud, but what broke his heart was the sound of her music playing at full blast. He just knew that she was laying face down on her bed sobbing about some no-good schmuck who had no idea how good he had it by having Y/n. 

  “Go do something to make her feel better Steve! You love her for Christ's sake!” Dustin shoved his older friend. pointing to his sisters room. Steve shook his head violently, his fluffy hair bouncing. 

  “No, now is not the time for my feelings to be revealed and she don’t love me - she’s upset about another guy, Dustin!” Steve’s hands gestured to the closed door of her room. 

  “Jesus, you really are and idiot Harrington,” Dustin muttered, shaking his head. “She’s loved you for years! Did it ever occur to you that she was going out with Jessie because she felt that you didn’t like her and he was conveniently the only other guy she was remotely interested in?” Dustin slapped Steve in the shoulder. 

  “Ow, wait- What? Seriously-” Steve stammered. His heart lifting up as if it was flying. “She feels the same way?” 

  “Yes! Literally everyone can see it!” Dustin cried, shoving Steve. This time, Steve got up, striding towards Y/n’s room with new found confidence. Knocking twice, he heard her yell for him to come in over the pounding music. Opening the door, he slipped in, closing it behind him. She rolled on to her back as she entered, lifting herself from the bed, sniffling. Turning her record player down, she shuffled back to the bed, plunking herself down. 

  “What’s up?” She asked, patting her bed beside her. Steve didn’t waste a second to sit beside her, his eyes on her. He didn’t want to lose an ounce of confidence. 

  “You know, Jessie is an idiot, he didn’t know what he had and he really doesn’t deserve your tears, Y/n.” He told her, his finger swiping gently under her eye to collect a salty tear clouded with some mascara, making it turn back. She let out a small, wet chuckle, wiping her eyes herself. 

  “I said the exact same thing to myself as I drove home,” She told him, her hands folding in her lap. “I guess I’m just crying because of how stupid I feel and how much time I spent on him, god, I should have listened to Dustin! Looking back know, I can see how much of an idiot I am.” She told him, rolling her eyes at herself. 

  “Hey, hey! You’re not the idiot here. He is for letting such a beautiful, smart, funny and insanely hot girl like you go for a quick fuck by Josslyn Anderson, who cannot hold a candle to you.” Steve told her, slinging an arm around her shoulders. She looked at him, confused, but the second her eyes connected with his, it was like it all made sense. It all made sense why she found Jessie cheating, why she was pulled to Jessie in the first place. It was all part of her journey back to Steve. It was like she didn’t even leave him. Steve was always there, he was just blocked by trash. 

  “You like me,” She whispered, her eyes flicking around his. Her heart flipped in her chest. “You like me?” She almost couldn’t believe it. 

  “Is it that obvious? I mean, Dustin found out like forever ago and apparently everyone else knew to-” His rambling was cut off by her. 

  “I like you to, Steve,” She told him. “All of this happening tonight, the night where you were here, it was all because I’m meant to be with you, Steve.” Steve could’ve sworn he was going to pass out right then and there. His heart was beating so fast that he was sure he was having a heart attack. 

  Steve didn’t waste a second to tackle her to her bed, his body between her legs as he stared down at her with warm eyes. “So, if I like you and you like me, can I kiss you?” He smiled down at her, inching his face down towards hers. She giggled, her tears and sadness long gone. 

  “If you didn’t I would be pretty mad,” That was enough of an answer for him, making him crash his lips to hers, his head angled, their lips meeting in a sweet, lingering kiss before pulling away, goofy smiled on both their faces. “If it’s okay with you, could we take this relationship slow? I want to treasure everything about this - and I also just broke up with someone and I don’t want to be that person who goes from one relationship to another in a matter of a few minutes.” 

  “Slow? Oh, I can do slow! I was so slow courting you, you didn’t even know I was courting you until now.” Steve smiled as he pipped his head down, pecking her lips sweetly. She laughed at his statement. 

  “But, not too slow! Don’t take twenty dates to ask me to be your girlfriend.” She teased, faking a warning face. 

  “How about no dates,” He asked, pausing to sit beside her instead of laying between her legs. “Y/n Henderson, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked her, almost dramatically. She laughed at his antics, but nodded her head. 

  “Yes, of course, Steve Harrington.” She smiled. 

  “Well, as a first date, would you like to go watch the rest of a movie with your younger brother?” Steve invited her, nodding his head towards her closed door. She hummed, smiling. 

  “Just let me wipe my makeup off and change into something comfy, I want to rip this uncomfortable dress and tights off of my body so badly.” She told him, scratching her legs where the black tights itched her legs horribly. Steve laughed, nodding.