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when  bev  failed  to  run  into  steve  at  the  summer  carnival,  she  felt  disappointed  and  a bit sad  but  she  refused  to  give  up  hope.  although  she  wanted  to  run  into  him  naturally  and  strike  up  a  conversation  —  maybe  test  the  waters  a  little  bit,  she  was  just  desperate  to  get  to  know  her  big  brother.  much  to  their  dad’s  dismay.  but  she  didn’t  really  care  what  he  thought.  she  didn’t  care  about  the  anger  she’d  heard  in  his  voice  the  last  time  he  called  or  the  fact  that  he  kept  demanding  that  she  stay  away  from  steve.  she  was  going  to  meet  her  brother  and  try  to  build  a  friendship  with  him.  but if  steve  told  her  to  fuck  off,  she  would.  she  hoped  he  wouldn’t  do  that though.

she  decided  —  on  a  day  where  she  felt  exceptionally  lonely  in  the  new  town she'd moved to on a whim  —  to  go  to  family  video,  where  she’d  overheard  a  group  of  young  girls  gushing  about  the  hot  guy  named  ‘  steve  ’  who  worked  there.  she  could  only  cross  her  fingers  and  pray  that  it  was  the  steve  she'd  been  looking  for.

she  entered  the  store  with  her  fingers still  crossed  behind  her  back.  she  slowly  approached  the  counter  and  offered  a  small  smile.  she  saw  the  name  ‘  steve  ‘  on  the  guy’s  nametag  and  let  out  a  quiet  breath  before  finally  speaking.  “  hi.  um.  are  you  steve  harrington,  by  chance  ?  “

steve's back was turned to the door when he had heard the bell ding. he turned at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, mentally preparing to put on his best customer service smile. steve nodded as he replied, "that's me.." suddenly his mind was racing trying to figure out why this person knew his name and if he was supposed to remember who this stranger was. "sorry.. i don't recognize you, have we met?"

The blonde had been rudely awoken by the sound of a ringing telephone. It wasn't unusual. Ever since starting at Hawkins General, she'd been called at all hours to cover a shift, all hands on deck. Grumbling, Chrissy made her way into her kitchen where the phone continued to ring. Still half asleep, she picked up the receiver.

To her surprise, it was Steve Harrington. Not her boss at the hospital demanding that she came in. He sounded panicked, something about his infant daughter. Chrissy had remained calm, dealing with frantic parents day in; day out, meant that she was almost immune to the panic that presented itself in their voices.

She'd told Steve to come over to her apartment. Chrissy was more than happy to look baby Daisy over, and, if it came to it - she was happy to accompany them both to the hospital. Frantic knocking at her door had Chrissy rushing over. Angry neighbors certainly wasn't going to help the situation at hand.

"Steve, hey." Chrissy greeted softly, opening the door just enough to allow him inside. "What seems to be the problem?"

he had been bouncing his fussing daughter, trying to quiet her down. turning when chrissy opened the door he gave her an apologetic smile. "sorry for calling so late.. i think she's running a fever.. or she was when i checked it at home, i'm not sure if it's changed since and she's been fussing all night.."

max  almost  didn’t  show  up,  but  she  figured  her  friends  would  give  her  so much shit  if  she  didn’t.  it  was  just hotter  than  satan’s  ballsack  outside  and  she  hated  all  the  rides  and  the  games  were  absolutely  juvenile.  but  she  figured  she  could  at  least  eat  too  much  cotton  candy  and  maybe  find  a  booth  selling  alcohol  somewhere.

letting  out  a  deep  groan,  she  shoved  a  huge  bite  of  cotton  candy  into  her  mouth  as  she  glanced around  —  hoping  to  find  one  of  her  friends  or  at  least  someone  who  looked  vaguely  familiar  nearby.  she  turned  in  a  circle,  again,  and  that was when she slammed  into  someone  —  her  cotton  candy  hit  the  ground,  and  she  frowned  down  at  it.  “  well, shit  !  “  she  flipped  the  person  she  bumped  into  the  bird  without  looking  up.  “  you’re  buying  me  more  cotton  candy,  you  know  ?  and don't expect a thank you. “

at the roller coaster

steve rolled his eyes at her comment about him hogging the baby. "you see her almost as much as i do, cool it with the complaints." it was weird at first seeing his friends interact with daisy when she was first born. it was still weird to steve that he had a kid, most days he didn't feel old enough to be a parent. something about it all felt right though, as if daisy were some missing puzzle piece that steve hadn't known he was looking for. "don't listen to auntie max, daisy girl. she's just a meanie," he said giving the baby a tickle before sticking his tongue out at max. "you really need to be nicer to me, your baby privileges can be revoked you know.." he teased.