[completed until season five]
you're the remedy i'm searching hard to find to fix the puzzle that i see inside.
[steve harrington x female oc]
[stranger things seasons three and four]
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CHAPTER ONE STARRY NIGHT
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Mavis Wilson groaned when she heard her alarm go off. It was a fact that she hated waking up early, but sadly, duty called. Or well, school did. At least it was the last day of school before Spring Break, so that gave Mavis some motivation to get out of bed, even if the headaches she had been having recently wanted her to stay home.
It was 6 am when she walked towards the bathroom and jumped in the shower. Ten minutes later, she was back in her room, a towel wrapped around her head as she looked through her closet for what to wear. She decided for a white-and-green striped t-shirt — today was the last basketball game of the season, the championship game, and it wouldn't hurt to show a bit of school spirit —, her favorite jeans, her black Converse and a leather jacket in case it was too cold outside.
After she had dried and styled her hair, she headed downstairs, but not without grabbing her teal Fjällräven Kånken backpack, which was filled with all the things she could need during the day. Her father was nowhere to be seen, and that surprised her. After he had lost his job a few months ago, he wouldn't leave the house, which only worsened stuff for Mavis. She was now responsible for paying the bills and buying the groceries, all the money she earned due to her job at Slatewood Records being spent in keeping her and her father afloat.
She could kiss her dream of leaving Hawkins goodbye if this continued.
But then again, that dream had been fading away piece by piece with every moment she spent with Steve Harrington, a new dream taking its place.
Mavis just couldn't help but fall in love with every little thing he did. Like when he invited her to the drive-in cinema to watch The Breakfast Club after he had heard her talk about it with Robin, or when he brought her her favorite snack when he knew she would be working the whole day. He was just... different from anyone she had ever met: sweet, and caring, and funny, and charming. She would be crazy not to fall for him.
However, she had decided she would take her feelings to the grave. Why? Simple. There was no way he liked her back. He was way out of her league, and Mavis just couldn't risk losing him. She didn't know if she would survive it. So, she would have to be content with being his friend, and nothing more than that.
She jumped slightly when she heard the refrigerator door being slammed shut as she washed her plate, suddenly being brought back to reality. That could have only been her father.
"Mavis!" Scott Wilson screamed at his daughter. "Where is the beer?"
"We don't have any," she answered quietly.
"And why haven't you gone to the store?"
"I haven't had the time..." she sighed as she started to dry her plate. "And dad, you shouldn't be drinking so much... Maybe it's good we don't have any beer left, that way–"
He lunged towards her, grabbing her right lower arm tightly and making her drop the plate, which broke at the impact with the floor.
"Listen to me, Mavis," he spoke, Mavis immediately smelling the alcohol. Of course he was drunk. "You don't tell me what I can or can't do, okay?" his grip tightened, making her bite the inside of her cheek to try and ignore the pain. "I've been on this planet longer than you have, which means I know more than you. So next time, think about that before you open your mouth," he snarled, letting go of her arm harshly. "And you better go to the store and get me some beer before leaving for school," he said before he disappeared into the living room.
She sighed, blinking away the tears as she bent down to pick up the now broken plate. This was her life now: doing everything her father wished to avoid being punished.
After she had finished cleaning up the mess, she grabbed her wallet and headed for the door, ready to do what her father had ordered her to. However, she noticed that a bruise was starting to form in the place he had grabbed her. She couldn't let anyone see it, so she grabbed her leather jacket and put it on, its sleeves hiding the newer bruise. Now she could leave.
The store she frequented was just down the block. The owner didn't give a shit about her being underage and buying alcohol, so this was the main reason why Mavis went there most of the time. That, and that it was close to home. She didn't want to risk people from school or work seeing her buy bottles of beer. It would ruin her.
When she made it back home, her father was passed out on the couch. She headed to the kitchen and put all the beers inside the refrigerator. They would only last a few days given her dad's heavy drinking, but at least that would buy her some time.
Before she left for school, she looked at her dad's figure once again. A few months ago, she would have forgiven his behavior, blaming it on her mother's death. But now? He had lost his job due to his alcoholism and anger issues, yet he refused to get help. Instead, he preferred to let his anger out on his daughter. He was slowly drowning, and he was taking Mavis down with him.
As she rode her bike down the streets, listening to Take on Me by a-ha through the headphones of her walkman, Mavis was suddenly thankful for the game tonight. She wasn't a big basketball fan, only going because Lucas was a part of the team and had asked her to, but now, she was looking forward to it: it gave her a reason to stay away from home longer than usual, that way avoiding any further altercations with her father.
Around thirty minutes after leaving her house, Mavis arrived at the school. She parked her bike in the same bike rack as always, pausing the song and taking out her headphones before she stashed her walkman inside her backpack.
She was about to walk into the school building when she heard someone call out to her.
"Hey Mavis, wait up!"
Mavis smiled, knowing instantly who the voice belonged to. She turned around, smiling when she saw Robin get out of Steve's maroon BMW 733i. He had offered to drive her to school last night when they were on the phone, but she declined. She was scared of what would happen if her dad found out.
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