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It had been a good month or so, a really good amount of time filled with all these good times in them that Steve will forever cherish. Maybe that should’ve been his first clue, nothing good ever really stuck around in Steve Harrington’s life. Maybe that’s why he should’ve expected it.
Steve awoke with a groan, his body sore from extended basketball practice and helping the nerd squad with their weird science crap. Steve took a moment to just lay there and enjoy the morning, or at least he planned to until her heard it.
Giggling.
Like, little girl, bell chimes, giggles. The kind he hear Max and Jane make when they whisper to one another.
Steve jumped up to realize 3 very important things off the bat.
First of all, his door was open, he’d always shut it since the whole Upside Down mess that was going on, his room was his second favorite safe place. He hopped over to the doorway, pulling on a pair of grey sweats that rode low on his hips. Steve blushed when he was reminded just whose sweats he had on, he grabbed his bat and slowly made his way down the stairs.
Don’t judge him, he’s been through enough that you don’t trust everything you hear, it could determine life or death.
Second, he smelled the warm and soft aroma of pancakes that hadn’t ever flowed through this house unless he was the one making it. Steve only held the bat tighter, who in the world was in his house this early that wasn’t already invited in the day before.
He thought back to The Party and how many times he’d caught them in his house after a night of adventuring, eating waffles and candy until Steve would shoo them out the kitchen to make them a real meal that didn’t involve chocolate. How Dustin would come over on days his mom would be in tears while on the phone with his father, but Dustin would’ve made his presence known by now.
The last thing he noticed was when he went around the corner were two little heads barely grazing the top of the counter. One had caramel colored curls, the others hair was a few shades darker, but not as dark as Steve’s.
Okay. This was one way to start a morning, maybe the weirdest so far, but he could deal. He took a deep breath and leaned against the kitchen doorway, pushing away the annoyance and confusion to let out what he hoped was a jovial voice, “ Hey, little ladies, what are you doing?” Their little bodies froze and Steve had felt slightly guilty, he walked into the kitchen and admired the work they had done, the pancakes were golden to perfection and the fruit was arranged beautifully, he picked up a tiny golden pancake with crisp edges and groaned at the taste, it was homestyled and buttery.
He swallowed the little bit of buttery goodness and looked down at the tufts of hair that was looking down, he got down on one knee and tilted their chins up. He felt his skin go pale when he looked into their faces. They looked like carbon copies of his mother, the only difference was the blue in their eyes and the brown hair on their head, even if it was a few shades lighter than his own. They looked scared and Steve was too dry-mouthed to calm their worries.
Steve had gotten the girls settled in the living room with a couple of blankets each and their pancakes with slices of fruit was put next to them.
(After Steve had finished being in shock, he manually started making two little plates for them and just about had a heart attack when he saw the little girl with darker hair pick up the knife as she tried to cut the fruit, her little tongue poking out the side of her mouth, he caught the tiny wrist in one hand and the knife in the other right before the knife had the chance to come down onto her pale little wrist. Both girls stared at him with a look of uneasiness that Steve didn’t like so he just shook his head, kissed her wrist and set her down to send the pair off to go get some blankets as he busied himself on getting their breakfast.)
They were sitting on the couch in the mass of blankets and pillows with their plates as the sub began to rise higher and the sound of the VHS Tape playing Popeye filled the usually empty and silent room. Steve checked on them one more time before moving around the kitchen as he looked around for the- gotcha. There was a note stuck delicately with a magnet in the middle of the fridge, hopefully explaining the two little girls that were up in his house at 5 am cooking by a stove they shouldn’t be knowing how to use at this age, he put on his glasses as he read the note.
Steven,
I know you’re probably wondering what’s going on and your father and I apologize for the lack of preparation, but these two girls are your little sisters, your father and I had them raised by nannies just like you until they heard a message you sent about needing to talk to us and pleaded to know who you were. They've only heard stories and have never seen a single picture of you. Your job from here on is to look after them for your father and I,. They, like you, were an accident and we haven’t the need, time, nor want to take care of them, but we’d thought that maybe it could better be done by you whilst giving you a chance to show some responsibility in your life.. Your father and I will be in Peru for the time being until we contact you further.
Do not disappoint us again Steven.
~ Eleanor Harrington
Steve felt himself shaking as he gripped the note with tense hands, crinkling up the note and trying not to scream as he walked back out to the living room to see the girls hugging one another and trying not to doze off in the fluffy blankets.
He really couldn’t do this.