Life is Strange (Stranger Things Steve Harrington x OC)

Chapter 1

The familiar clatter of dishes was what woke Jenny up, well, that and the fact her dad had the radio up pretty damn loud. She didn't mind though, she quite enjoyed mornings. She let herself lie in bed for a while longer, listening to the muffled songs. The list of things she had to do today was pretty minimal but it would be rather boring; school, essay writing and study. Pretty simple, really. At sixteen, life was pretty easy... but mundane.

Jenny's life in Hawkins was one that wasn't very interesting and it wasn't very fun. It was the same routine over and over, constantly cycling through the same events one after the other. She'd wake up, shower, have breakfast, go to school, come home, do homework, eat dinner and go to bed. It was the same routine over and over. Even weekends were mundane. She'd stay at home, read, do more homework, watch TV, spend time with her father. Once every few weeks, her father would take her out for dinner and they'd see a movie. Life was boring. Jenny wasn't complaining, her life as boring as it was, was her life. She'd gotten used to the normalcy of it all. Would she rather a peaceful, calm yet boring life or a chaotic, busy yet fun life? She would pick the former. Little did she know that in a couple of days the choice would no longer be hers...

She got up, went in a quick shower, and got ready. Her bag was already packed, a habit her mom had gotten her into years ago was to always pack the night before, and neatly tucked by the end of her bed. She picked it up and walked out of her bedroom. The trailer that she lived in with her father was dingy and small and probably wouldn't be classed as much of a home to other people but Jenny loved it. She loved how remote it was; no neighbours, no nuisances. Jenny was like her father; they pretty much hated anyone who wasn't their own kin and even then sometimes they still hated them. Well, credit to Jenny, she was nicer than her father but not by much. Her lack of appropriate social skills and blunt honesty was something that turned a lot of people off of her. Oh well, Jenny didn't mind the loneliness, it added to the mundane lifestyle she'd grown so accustomed to.

The first thing that hit her was the smell of coffee and then the fact her dad was swaying around the kitchen, rather goofily, as he made pancakes.

"Are you dancing?" Jenny grinned, dropping her bag. It was rare to see such a sight. Jim Hopper was rarely in this good of a mood in the mornings especially. It was nice to witness; a reminder of what he father had been like before they lost Sara. He was still the same man but he was sad now; always sad. Jenny hated that. She wished she could've helped him heal but she knew that would never happen, the whole family was splintered and broken; they could never be fixed.

He stopped dancing to look at her and Jenny almost wished she'd not said anything, she missed him being happy, "Are you judging your old man's dancing?"

"Oh, I definitely am. Stick to being the Chief of Police, don't take dancing as a career."

Hopper laughed, "I'll keep that one in mind." He placed a plate of pancakes, with syrup drizzled over them generously on top, on the table, "I slaved over those."

Jenny rolled her eyes as she sat at the small table, "You buy a pre-made mixture. All you do is try to not burn them."

He gave a snort of laughter as he pulled his lighter out of his pocket, "I'll drive you to school today before work, might need to leave a little earlier though."

She plucked the cigarette out of his hands and shook her head, "We had a deal, remember? No smoking before ten in the morning."

He rolled her eyes, "Eat your pancakes, kid."

As Jenny ate her pancakes, her mind wandered to years ago when her dad had tried to make pancakes from scratch. Sara had wanted them and their dad was going to give that little girl everything she wanted... Well, he would have given her it all but... shit happens. Jenny smiled fondly as she recalled the blackened pancakes and having to stand out in the garden in her pyjamas with Sara laughing as their dad tried to air out the house from the smoke.