(Feel free to imagine her dress however you like, I just like to think of it as the one provided in the media.)

*a month later*

"I have no idea what I'm doing," Steve admits while dusting blush onto Frankie's cheeks with far too much force.

"Steve!" She whines. "You said you knew how to put on make up!"

"Yeah, well, you said you had parents when we first met and look where we are now," he points out.

She gives a pout, to which he responds with a loud dramatic sigh. He tosses the make up brush aside and stares at her with annoyed confusion. He does not like how fast she seems to be growing up. Just the other day, he walked in on her and Will frenching.

Grounded Frankie for a week.

"Why do you need make up, anyway?" Steve grumbles. "You look pretty enough as is—"

"Steve, please! This is a special occasion," she pleads, going to her desk and desperately going through her magazines.

Finally, she finds what she's looking for. Cosmo.

"Look! Here! There's an article in here about the perfect make up looks! I'll choose a look, and then you follow the directions. Okay? Do you think you can do that?" She tries, holding the magazine.

He looks between her and the magazine a few times, finally giving a big sigh.

"Fine, I guess I'll try my best," he hums.

Frankie chooses a soft look.

Surprisingly, Steve tries his hardest to do good, wanting Frankie to be proud. By the time he's finished with the eyeshadow, he's extremely impressed. He adds some lip gloss, and deems himself finished.

"There," He triumphantly smiles, "how's that?"

Frankie rushes to the mirror, staring in awe at her new appearance. The make up didn't do much but enunciate her features, but it still made her feel absolutely gorgeous. A smile spread across her cheeks like wildfire.

"I love it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She cheers, tackling the older boy in a tight hug. "You're so cool, Steve."

Now that really boosts his ego, and he finds himself grinning like an idiot.

"Ah, it's nothing, really," he insists. "Now, c'mon, lets go before we're late to pick up Dustin."

With a happy nod, the girl gives herself one last look in the mirror and heads out to the car. Steve gets into the driver's seat, and turns on one of his favorite songs. Frankie's too.

Bohemian Rhapsody.

As soon as Freddie Mercury begins to softly sing, they both chime in.

"Mama oooooo, didn't mean to make you cry! I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all!"

As the guitar solo rings through the air, the two both begin to bang their heads dramatically and air-guitar along. Laughter rings through both of them, then Steve turns down the music.

"Hey! Don't mess up your hair! I worked hard on that," he states, a playful glare showing.

Frankie rolls her eyes and giggles as they pull up to Dustin's house.

The second he enters the car and closes the door, his eyes widen at Frankie.

"Damn, Frankie," he laughs, "I didn't even recognize you!"

Frankie blushes and stares at him with confusion.

"Why? Do I look bad? I've never been to a dance before and—"

"No, no, no," Dustin shakes his head, "You look really pretty. You did before, too, just a different type of pretty."

"Oh," she smiles. "Well....you look pretty too!"

Up to this point, she still had a few issues with perfect English, and couldn't find any other words to describe men.

Steve smiles at the two amused.

"Thanks?" Dustin laughs nervously. "Do you think this hair is really okay?"

"You look great," Steve assures.

"Yeah!" Frankie agrees. "You look awesome, like Steve!"

That blew up both of their heads.

The rest of the car ride was mostly quiet and comfortable up until the point when they reached the school.

Dustin got out first, after s few reassuring words from Steve. Frankie stayed back a bit longer, finally allowing her nerves to get the best of her.

What if she was dressed too differently? What if people called her out? Is she even allowed at this dance?

"Hey, whats wrong?" Steve frowns, catching onto the girl's heavy breathing. "I thought you were excited about this?"

"I was, but then I started to think. What if I'm not pretty enough? And what they notice I haven't been to school lately? What if that stupid curse comes back to haunt me?" She rushes out. "Ghosts like to haunt—"

"Woah, woah, woah," Steve calmly mumbles, "You look gorgeous. If anyone asks who you are, just tell the truth and say you're with Will. Plus, It's not the power of the curse, Fran. It's the power you give the curse. "

She nods slowly at this, looking at him nervously.

"You've got this," he states. "I love you, Fran."

Frankie smiles softly, relaxing a bit.

"I love you, too, Steve-y Nicks."

Her hand reaches to open the door, and she steps out of the car with one last exhale of nervousness.

Steve watches her walk into the school with the sweetest smile ever. Here he was, a high school senior, already raising a kid.

Meanwhile, inside, Dustin is being teased by the other because of his hair. The topic soon blows over though, when Will begins to look around expectantly.

"Hey, uh, you got a ride with Steve, right?" Will stammers.

Dustin shifts his gaze to him and nods.

"Uh, yeah, why?" He questions.

"Well...where's Frankie?" Will looks around him to the entrance. "She came with, right?"

"Yeah, she was right behind me, I thought?" Dustin looks around, only now realizing the girl's absence.

She was so much like a ghost, it was hard to notice when she was gone, but Will always notices. Always.

"Great, you seriously already lost her at the entrance?" Lucas snorts. "Good going!"

"Hey, shut up, I could've sworn she was right behind me," Dustin defends. "You know how she is! The whole disappearing Shazam!"

"That is true," Max defends. "She's like a ghost, it's so ironic."

"Shut up, guys, we should go look for her," Mike suggests. "I mean, what if something bad—"

He cuts himself off as they all turn to the entrance just in time to see the girl walking through.

She looks gorgeous, and just like in some classic film, the world seems to slow down, and the music changes into the most cliche song ever. Your Love, the Outfield.

All eyes seem to be on her, and when she notices this, her cheeks turn bright red.

Her eyes search around, and she smiles wildly when she catches sight of Will.

He smiles back, still in awe at her beauty.

"Wow," He mutters to the group. "She looks beautiful..."

Everyone goes back to their dancing and conversing as she walks up to Will and pulls him into a long hug. She hadn't seen him a week, considering her grounding.

"I missed you," Will smiles.

"I missed you more," Frankie grins. "Steve is so annoying, I swear."

"I'm just glad you're here," he laughs, holding her hand tightly. "I have to be honest, I've been really nervous about coming because I haven't exactly been to one of these and actually danced."

"It's okay," Frankie states. "We'll figure it out."

Time After Time begins to play, and everyone seems to realize that dancing would be coming faster than they assumed.

Lucas turns to Max, stumbling to ask her to dance. They go off, and the rest are left to idly watch.

A girl approaches them, taking them all by surprise. Her next words barely phase Frankie at all.

"Hey, Zombie Boy, do you wanna dance?" She questions.

"No, I—" he glance towards Frankie for some sort of help, and she only smiles.

"Go, I'll be fine," she states. "Practice, right?"

He stares at her long and hard, not sure whether she's being truthful or not. When he finds that she isn't messing around, he nods his head and goes off with the girl.

In all honesty, he doesn't enjoy it at all. He didn't want to be dancing with her, and he certainly feels annoyed when he notices Mike go off to dance with the one girl he did want to dance with.

Frankie only agreed to dance with Mike because she could tell he was waiting.

Probably for 011.

"You know, I think Will isn't really happy about this," Mike laughs. "I can feel him glaring. Why did you let him go off with that girl?"

"To be honest, I was hoping he'd swallow his nerves and say no himself. He didn't though," she shrugs. "I guess I'm an idiot for doing that."

Mike stops paying attention soon after that, noticing El's presence.

Frankie doesn't take long to notice what he's staring off at, and smiles immediately.

"Go get her, Wheeler," she smiles removing her hands from his shoulders and walking off.

At first she feels a little lost, but quickly forgets when she notices Dustin softly crying on the bleachers. The sight makes her heart break, and she immediately pushes her self to finish dancing with him.

She approaches him with caution.

"Hey," she speaks up, catching his attention.

He wipes his tears in a hurry, and stands up nervously.

"Uh, hey," he responds quickly. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to dance," she smiles, "no one else seems to want to dance with me."

That was a straight lie, and even he knows it. Still, it makes him feel better about the entire situation, and he quickly nods his head in agreement.

The two are pretty content on dancing in an awkward position, laughing up a storm.

Will turned his head away for a second. A second, and now Frankie was no where in sight. He swears she was dancing with Mike just a minute ago, but now Mike's with El.

He turns his head in frantic motions, trying his best to pinpoint her place.

Finally, he catches sight of her pretty pink blush and bright smile. He's relieved for a moment, until he realizes just how much fun she seems to be having. Without him.

Boy, that lights a fire in him he's NEVER felt before.

He can feel himself getting more and more annoyed at Dustin for dancing with his girlfriend who he hasn't exactly asked out yet or clarified was his girlfriend.

When Dustin moves his hand towards her face to wipe an eyelash off her cheek, it looks way too wrong for him to brush off.

What am I doing? I don't wanna dance with Jennifer Hayes...I wanna dance with my girlfriend.

"I'm sorry," Will apologizes to Jennifer, moving his hands away.

"I get it," she nods, "you've been watching her all night. You know...you should really claim her before someone else does."

He nods his head quickly, appreciating the girl's understanding.

Without another word, Will rushes toward the two across the dance floor.

Dustin is the one that notices him striding towards them, and he immediately forces himself away from Frankie. He could tell when Will was upset about something, and he clearly didn't look happy.

Frankie smiles at the boy's appearance.

"Will! Hey, Dustin and I were just—"

"Dancing. I know," he interrupts with a blank expression. "Sorry to cut you short, but...do you think I could borrow her? For the rest of eternity?"

Dustin laughs, suddenly realizing what Will's expression was portraying. He's jealous!

"Sure," Dustin nods. "She's all yours."

Frankie seems taken aback by this sudden character change, and is surprised when Will surges forward and takes Dustin's place to sway to the music.

"Well," Frankie laughs, "that was certainly rude."

Will blushes, realizing his actions weren't exactly the kindest, but he feels better when he sees Nancy go to dance with Dustin next.

"Yeah, sorry," he apologizes with a soft blush, "I don't know what came over me."

"What was that about, anyway? I thought you were dancing with Jennifer?" She hums, moving her body a bit closer to his, not even saving space for Jesus.

"I was," he blushes, shifting his eyes away. "Then I saw you having fun with someone other than me and I got upset."

"I'm pretty sure that's jealousy," she laughs, forcing a pout from him.

"I wasn't jealous!" He insists. "I was just unhappy that someone else was spending time with you??? It's completely different."

"Admit you were jealous or I dance with your brother next," she grins. "You know I have a thing for most Byers' boys."

"I was jealous," he rushes out, holding tightly onto the girl. "Do you like Jon more than me?"

"I don't even like myself more than you," she reassures with a laugh.

Another slow song plays, so the two remain dancing. Islands In The Stream, Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton.

Suddenly, his expression is serious, and he stops swaying. He stares straight into her eyes, and she stares back nervously, unsure of how to feel at his sudden bluntness.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He whispers.

Frankie's smile slowly grows, and she nods her head.

"Yes," she laughs. "I thought I already was!"

That makes Will blush deeply, and he hides his face in the crook of her neck.

"I'm embarrassed, I thought you didn't think that so I had to clarify, and now I just feel dumb," he whines.

She laughs a little louder, ignoring the constant stares everyone seems to be giving them.

"I love you, Will Byers. That's that."

"I love you, too, Frankie Prynne," he hums.

As the song continues to play, he pulls back from her shoulder and kisses her softly on the lips.