"You are going to hate me." Steve said as we sat down at the park.

"Why would I hate you?"

"My parents want to meet you, and they want to make you dinner, and i said that you said yes." Steve didnt look at me. He never wanted me to meet his dad, he knew that he'll pick on me. His mother on the other hand, loves me. I grabbed his hand. "I should've told you first! I know!"

"When?"

"Tonight."

"Hey its fine. Just one night right? How bad can it be?" I shrugged off. Steve took me home. I ran to the closet, barely anything clothes. "Aunt Joyce!" I cried out. Will, El and aunt Joyce came in.

"Whats wrong?" Will asked.

"Steves parents want to meet me, they're throwing a dinner tonight and I have no clue what to wear. Can you help me? Please." I begged as i had a dress on one hand. The kids sat down on the bed. Aunt Joyce raid my closet and pulled out some options. I had a little fashion show. I stepped put with a red dress, black flats.

"That one." Will smiled. I looked at myself at the mirror. It just felt weird for me to wear a dress since i never really wear them. But just for tonight. For Steve. Aunt Joyce comes up behind me and puts a necklace on me. "You look pretty."

"You look beautiful." El smiles.

"Just perfect." Aunt Joyce fixed my hair. I took a deep breath. "He is lucky to have you." I turned back at them. They all were happy. Im so happy that i get to have them in my life again. "Now go, you're going to be late." Aunt Joyce passed me my bag.

"I'll be back-"

"Dont worry, i trust you." I kissed her goodbye, waved at the kids after i left. I got in my car and drove to Steves house. The lights in the living room were on. I slowly walked up to the door. I knocked twice and the door flew open. It was Mrs. Harrington.

"Wendy! Welcome! Please come in!" She gave me a big hug. "Its good to see you again."

"Thank you Mrs. Harrington. Its good to see you again." I smiled back at her.

"Steve!" She called him down. Steve ran down the stairs. He lifted his head and was starstruck. His eyes were glued on me. He looked amazing. A nice blue button up, with khakis, and of course his nike cortez.

"Wow." He managed to say. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." I blushed. To this day he can make me blush. He walked up to me and gave me a kiss.

"Dinner is almost ready." Mrs. Harrington smiled as she walked away.

"You look good in dresses."

"Do I?" He nodded repeatedly. I chuckled. "I guess i should wear them more often then."

"Please." We tangled our hands together. Steves mother called out that dinner was ready. We sat down next to each other. I was facing Mrs. Harrington and Steve was facing Mr. Harrington. Mr. Harrington came in late, with a glass of whiskey.

"You must be Wendy." He said.

"Yes, its a pleasure to meet you sir." I smiled at him. He didnt say anything. Steve passed the mashed potatoes. Queen started to play in the background.

"Steve said your a big fan of Queen." Mrs. Harrington said. "Im quite a fan myself."

"Really?" I looked at him. Steve already had a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "Who your favorite?"

"Definitely Roger Taylor, you?"

"Im definitely a Freddie Mercury." We giggled. I cut my steak.

"So Wendy, are you going to college?" Steves father added in.

"Uh, yeah I am. Im thinking of going to Columbia in Chicago since their fashion design classes are really good." I said. Mr. Harrington peeked at Steve.

"See Steve, she's got a plan." Steve coughed.

"Not now." Mrs. Harrington whispers to him. I saw how bothered Steve was. I grabbed his hand from under the table. He seemed to cool down.

"You have a job?" He asked again.

"No, i dont actually. I did some guitar lessons back when I was at Chicago a year ago." Mr. Harrington nodded.

"She was in a band." Steve smiled. He was proud. "Shes really good."

"Whats your plan for the future?" Mrs. Harrington poured more wine in her glass, Steve dropped his fork.

"I see myself with a good job, happily married with Steve." I smiled.

"That's wonderful darling." Mrs. Harrington smiled at me. His father wasn't liking any of this.

"Marry Steve? Im sorry, he cant get a job, a permanent one for starters, I mean at least you dont ask for your parents for help right? I mean you have a life planned out." Steves mouth dropped and so did mine.

"Can you not do this here?" Mrs. Harrington sternly said.

"I told you not to bring her parents up." Steve whispers.

"Steve, its fine." I said to him.

"What happened to your parents? Did they leave you here? Or did they-"

"They died actually." Mrs. Harrington held her heart over her chest. Steve rubbed my hand, and Mr. Harrington sat there stunned. "I was six when it happened, car crash." I nodded.

"They-"

"No, they didnt just leave me. I was there when it happened. I flew out of the car, my parents were still in the car, i saw their bodies when the ambulance came. So, yeah they didnt leave me." I ate my steak. There was an awkward moment.

"Im sorry to hear that Wendy. May your parents be with you." Mrs. Harrington held my hand.

"Thank you." I smiled. We ate again in silence. Steve didnt let my hand go.

"Im sorry but what do you see in Steve? He's nothing but a lazy man, who failed his classes, never went to college, parties here and then, please tell me." Steve sighed and smashed his head in his hand. I put down my fork and knife.

"What I see in Steve? He's actually caring, loving, and really smart. Hes not nothing. So what hes lazy, he failed his classes, and he never went to college? That doesn't change the way i love him. Steve actually cares about everyone, he puts everyone first. Thats why I love him." I looked at Steve. He gave me the sweetest smile.

"But weren't you the same girl who left him?" My smile faded. I looked down. "If you cared so much about him, why did you leave?"

"Alright dad, i tried to play nice. I wanted one night without you saying anything negative about me, but you definitely pulled the last straw when you started to talk about her parents when I specified not to, but now, here you go putting her down. Im not going to let you do that." Steve stood up. I slowly stood up.

"Shes just another girl Steve. You're going to give her your heart and then the next day come crawling back to us." Mr. Harrington got up and stared down at Steve. "Matter in fact, you might even have someone new."

"That's enough!" Mrs. Harrington yelled as she quickly got up. "We talked about this. Steve is really trying here, you can clearly see how in love he is with her."

"Shes going to mess his life even more. Cant you see it? She's destroying his life. She's probably the reason why he didnt go to college." I looked at Steve. We both started to bust out laughing.

"Oh definitely dad, shes the reason." He wiped his fake tear. "Since when do you give a rats ass about me?" His father rolled his eyes.

"You have no idea how lucky you are to have a son like Steve. I would kill to have my parents back, one of these days you're going to regret not being there for him." I said. Mr. Harrington placed his glass and walked off. It was the three of us.

"Wendy, im very sorry about tonight." Mrs. Harrington hugged me. "I dont know whats going on with him lately. I promise you this, you are more than welcome to come here and I'll make dinner for the three of us."

"Thank you Mrs. Harrington. Its okay."

"You guys go, ill have a talk with him." Steve took my hand and we drove back to my house.

"Im really am sorry about tonight." He looked at me.

"Its fine baby." I kissed him. "What do you say about we smoke something?" I giggled.

"Wait you have-"

"I saw Munson the other night, gave me a sweet deal." He nodded. "We gotta be quiet." We got out of the car and into the house.

"Oh hey guys." Jonathan greeted. "How was dinner?"

"It was unforgettable." I laughed. "See you tomorrow Johnny."

"See ya Byers." I grabbed Steve into my room. I closed the door behind Steve. I went to my desk and grabbed our 'goodies', and some blankets.

"Youre back." El said. We turned to her.

"Hey El." We both waved.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Outside. Ill be back okay." I kissed her goodnight. We sneaked out and went in the back.

"Where are going?" I pulled out the ladder.

"Come on!" We climbed up to the roof. We sat down and sparked it up.

"Shit thats good." Steve coughed. I laughed.

"Eddie Munson for the win." I took a puff.

"Still cant believe he won't pass this year." We laughed at nothing. "Im sorry about my dad, i should've done more."

"Hey don't blame yourself. You did everything you can." I passed him the blunt.

"I love you so much." He slurs.

"I love you more."

"I can scream it, i want everyone to hear it." He stood up. "I LOVE WENDY RINGO BYERS!" He screamed out. I started to laugh. I grabbed his hand.

"Steve!"

"I feel like I can fly."

"No!" He landed back and on his butt. "Sit that cute little ass of yours."

"Boop." He booped my nose. "You are so beautiful. I cant believe im dating you!"

"Me either! Im the most luckiest girl!" We laid back. We pulled the blankets and stared at the stars.

"I have to say, whatever the Russians gave us is way better." I put my chin on his chest.

"You are so right!" I snorted. I started to play with his hair. I was braiding it. "You look beautiful." He looked at me and then kissed me.

"Im never going to let you go."

"You better not."