CHAPTER FIFTEEN ; MR AND MRS CONNELLY
also known as;
( the upside down; part four )
STELLA COLLINS SHIVERED AS SHE STARED OUTSIDE, WATCHING THE LATE NOVEMBER RAIN ROLLING DOWN THE WINDOWS OF STEVE HARRINGTON'S BMW. In her gloved hands were a bouquet of purple dahlias, a sweet gesture for the people who resided in the house she and Steve Harrington were parked in front of. Nerves stretched through every inch of her being, and she suddenly felt like she couldn't take a step out the car.
"When was the last time you saw them?" Steve inquired, pulling the key out of the ignition and shoving it in the front pocket of his jeans. He was slightly tense as well, his jaw tight and eyes focused. He seemed unsure of walking up to the front door and knocking, just as she was.
"Not since the day they left Hawkins," Stella shrugged, her voice soft and hesitant. Her sneakers tapped against the floor of the car, before she swallowed and opened the door. "Let's go."
Steve followed as she jogged up the steps of the surprisingly nice home, seeing as the Connelly family had never been too well off during their time in Hawkins. Indianapolis' house prices were quite different to those in their hometown, so it was no surprise they were able to upgrade. Stella watched as Steve knocked twice on the door, before retracting his hand and rocking back and forth on his heels. "What if they're not home--"
Just as Steve finished his sentence, the door swung open to reveal a familiar woman. With blonde hair and bright green eyes, she was an absolute gem. Penny Connelly's pink lips parted in shock at the sight of the two teenagers on her front porch, her slender fingers curling around the doorknob in her hand. "Steve Harrington and Stella Collins? I wasn't expecting to see you two."
"Surprise," Stella offered an anxious smile, holding the bouquet out to the woman, who reached out to take it, muttering a soft 'thank you'.
"We thought that maybe it was time to visit," Steve continued, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his head. "We used the address on the back of the postcard you sent us when you first moved here."
"Well, it's lovely to see you two," Penny smiled over at the two of them, before opening the door a little wider. "Please, come inside."
Stella and Steve inched into the home, hesitance clear in both their expressions. They were doing their best to be polite, hoping not to be too stand-offish in the home of Annie's parents. Stella looked around, her eyes widening slightly in awe of the beautiful home. "Your house is amazing."
"We were lucky when Mark got offered the job up here, I don't think we would've lasted in Hawkins," Penny chuckled softly, leading them into what looked to be the lounge. The tall woman placed the flowers in a china vase on one of the bookshelves that lined the elaborate space. Hardwood flooring extended throughout the entire room, with lighter carpet in the doorways leading to what were probably bedrooms. Large french doors resided at the end of the space, a lush, green garden in view beyond.
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