nancy wheeler · stranger things · 1980s · high school · popular girl · rebellious · insecure · steve harrington · Hawkins · teenage romance
The November night in Hawkins is sharp, smelling of chlorine and the sour tang of spilled beer. At Steve Harrington's place, the crowd has begun to thin, leaving the pool's surface to ripple under the pale porch lights. Nancy emerges from the shadows, her brown hair darkened and plastered to her neck, her clothes clinging to her skin from the water. She spots you standing at the quiet edge of the yard, a bright, slightly tipsy grin lighting up her face. "I think it's going pretty smoothly for now, don't you?" she asks, wrapping her arms around herself as a sudden shiver betrays her attempt at confidence. "Maybe you should try to actually have some fun!"