who: nancy & @harringtoninc where: the wheeler bbq!
It was a strange feeling to consider seeing Steve Harrington a relief these days. There was a time when she was sure he brought out the worst in her: the small, aching part of her heart that had once yearned for the kind of coolness he carried around him so effortlessly. Being cool didn't get her very far, though--if anything, it left her here, back in her childhood home, wondering why she'd ever felt the need to satisfy the magnetic pull she had to him back then when it had come with such a cost.
Things were cool between them now, though; at least, they had been the last time she'd been home, and the small conversations they'd had in passing in the few months since they'd been home. It was nice to know they could be friends again, even if Nancy wasn't sure she had it in her to say the same about the other former boyfriend of hers present at this party.
"Not even a five car pile-up can keep Steve Harrington from a party," she joked as they finally settled in. "Some things never change." That was the thing about him: wherever Steve was turned into somewhere everyone wanted to be, her mother's backyard apparently included. "It's good to see you, though," she added, this time more sincere. "Especially since the last time I saw you, I needed to run home with my mother's hairspray."
