[completed until season five]
you're the remedy i'm searching hard to find to fix the puzzle that i see inside.
[steve harrington x female oc]
[stranger things seasons three and four]
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CHAPTER SEVEN BACK TO THE FUTURE
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Mavis' head was throbbing as Dustin drove the group through the facility halls, trying to get to the elevator. She was in the back with Steve and Robin, using a hand to hold a tissue to her bleeding nose while the other one held her head, trying to stop the pain. However, the bickering of the other two teenagers wasn't helping at all.
"Jesus, slow down!" Steve yelled.
"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?" Robin spoke.
"It's the Indy 300," he argued.
"No, dingus, it's 500!"
"It's 300!"
"Let's say a million," she said, and the two of them bursted out laughing, making Mavis lose her patience a little bit more.
"What is wrong with them?" Erica asked from the passenger seat.
"I don't know, but if they don't shut up I'm going to kill them," Mavis said as she held her head. "Also, it's 500. The Indianapolis 500."
"Ha! Told you, dingus."
"Why are you such a smartass, Mav?" Steve asked, looking at her.
"And why are you such an idiot, Stevie?" she replied in a slightly annoyed tone. However, there was a smile on her face.
He was about to answer her rhetorical question, but he got interrupted by a screaming Erica.
"Dustin, watch out!"
And just like that, they crashed against some barrels, filling the air with groans and grunts.
"You guys all right back there?" Dustin asked, turning around to face the teenagers.
"Yeah, we're fine. What is one more bruise, right?" Mavis said sarcastically.
The younger boy rolled his eyes at her sarcasm before he got out of the driver's seat and headed back to open the small door of the compartment where Mavis and the Scoops Idiots were at, the former getting out first. Her head was still aching, but at least her nose had stopped bleeding.
