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Nancy Wheeler

Older Nancy Wheeler × Female reader!

To the average bystander, Nancy Wheeler and I are the best of friends. Only we are so much more than that. Nancy is the light of my life and I am the love of her life. Our relationship isn’t necessarily a secret, but in this day and age people see only what they want to see.

    Speaking of people seeing only what they want to see, there are two boys who think they stand a chance with my girl. Every morning, before school, Steve Harrington and Jonathan Byers show up at the Wheeler residence hoping to give Nancy a ride to school. They are in constant competition with each other, always trying to one up the other.

    The both stand outside of their cars, scowling at each other, making sly comments until Nancy walks outside. As soon as the door opens to reveal Nancy, they start complimenting her and trying to convince her to ride with them to school.

    Mike shakes his head at the trio as he leaves on his bike, speeding to catch up the party. “Idiots,” he mumbles under his breath.

    Steve and Jonathan continue to bicker and Nancy keeps turning them down. At this point they’re too caught up in arguing to pay attention to Nancy. Nancy sighs and goes to sit on the porch steps to wait for me.

    I pull up on my bike, stopping right in front of Nancy. “Well good morning beautiful,” I say taking in Nancy’s outfit.

    “Good morning to you too, hot stuff,” she says standing up to hug me.

    I kick out the kickstand and wrap Nancy in my arms, spinning her around. She’s giggling as I set her down. Her arms still around my neck, she looks at me smiling.

    Steve and Jonathan are now looking at us, their bickering long forgotten. Nancy looks over my shoulder at them before smirking at me.

    “I know that look. What are you thinking?” I say noticing the mischievous glint in her eyes.

    With a shrug, she starts to lean in, her eyes closing the closer she gets. I start to lean in too, as we fall into a familiar rhythm. My eyes close as our lips meet. I savour the taste of her cherry chapstick as our lips move in perfect sync. We pull away when air becomes a necessity. Smiling down at her lazily, I catch my breath. She smiles back and looks over my shoulder.

    I turn to see where she’s looking. I see the two boys standing in front of Steve’s car, jaws on the floor and speechless. “Hey guys!” I call out to them, waving. They wave back weakly without a word.

    “Ready?” Nancy asks me while slinging her backpack on. I nod and mount my bike, kicking back the kickstand. Nancy balances herself on the back tire pegs.

    Once she’s situated, I take off slowly. As I pass the boys, I smirk at them and shrug with Nancy’s hands firmly grasping my shoulders. I take off towards the high school, laughing at what just happened.

    We’re halfway there when two cars pull up to either side of us. The driver’s roll down their windows revealing Steve and Jonathan. “When did this happen?” Steve asks.

    “Yeah. And how long has this been going on?” Jonathan adds on.

    “Just about 8 months,” Nancy answers.

    “I can’t believe you idiots never noticed,” I say pedaling with no hands on the handlebars.

    I speed up and take off before they can ask any more questions. The wind flowing through our hair, Nancy laughs and reaches down to kiss my cheek. “I love you,” she whispers in my ear.

    “And I love you, Nancy Wheeler,” I say continuing to pedal, going faster and faster, riding with no hands until we reach Hawkins High.