"You just wait until, uh... until you feel it," Steve states.
"Feel what?" Dustin asks.
"It's like before it's gonna storm, you know? You can't see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh... electricity, you know?" Steve explains.
"Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere..." Dustin starts.
Steve cuts him off, "No, no, no, no, no. Like a... Like a sexual electricity."
"Oh," Dustin says.
"You feel that and then you make your move," Steve tells him.
"So that's when you kiss her?" Dustin asks.
"No, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Romeo," Steve tells him. "Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a... I don't know, like a lion." Dustin nods. "But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a... like a ninja."
"What type is Nancy?" Dustin asks.
"Nancy's different. She's different than the other girls," Steve tells him.
"Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess," Dustin says.
"Yeah. Yeah, she is," Steve says.
"But this girl's special, too, you know. It's just, like, something about her," Dustin says.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey," Steve says as he stops.
"What?" Dustin asks.
"You're not falling in love with this girl, are you?" Steve asks.
"Uh, no. No," Dustin insists.
"Okay, good. Don't," Steve tells him.
"I won't," Dustin assures.
"She's only gonna break your heart, and you're way too young for that shit," Steve warns. He starts walking again. "Fabergé."
"What?" Dustin asks.
"It's Fabergé Organics. Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair's damp... It's not wet, okay? When it's damp..." Steve says.
"Damp," Dustin repeats.
"You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray," Steve explains.
"Farrah Fawcett spray?" Dustin asks as he laughs.
"Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. You're dead, Henderson. Do you understand?" Steve warns.
Dustin nods. "Yup."
"Okay," Steve says.
"Farrah Fawcett, really?" Dustin asks.
"I mean, she's hot," Steve offers.
"Yeah," Dustin agrees.
I laugh.
Steve turns to look at me. "What?"
"You're giving Dusting girl advice," I state.
"Yeah," Steve says.
"Hair advice sure. You've got great hair," I tell him.
Steve smiles. "You really think so?"
"But girl advice. Not your strong suit," I tell him.
"Why not?" Steve asks.
"'Cause... 'Cause you're you," I state.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Steve asks.
"I just... It's just that you and Nancy aren't exactly..." I start.
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slay 'em dead//Steve Harrington
Fanfiction"It's a school night," I remind him. "Shouldn't you be inside?" Steve asks. "But it's so nice out here," I tell him. "I mean I am pretty nice to look at," Steve remarks.
