Caught In The Loop | Steve Harrington X Reader

~011~ What We Missed Out On

"Hey."

"Steve, let go."

"Y/N, please. I didn't mean to hurt you. You didn't let me explain." He says in a hushed tone.

"Please, just give me five minutes to apologize-"

"I get that you're sorry and I accept your apology but bloody drop it, we're running out of time."

"Y/N I wasn't finished!"

I run out the door after Dustin followed by Steve.

Dustin drops two buckets of meat to the ground, Steve gives me a pair of gloves which I slip on. Steve brings out a can of gas and I grab Steve's bat and carry it like a katana in a case. Yes, laws of physics or not Imma do it! >:3

"Well, well, well. Look who it is." Dustin turns his back to us. Me and Steve pause and I realize it's the microphone Dustin has around his face. I proceed to keep going. I hear Lucas' voice on the other end, something about his stupid sister turning it off.

He explains to Lucas in a nutshell about it then orders him to meet at the old junkyard.

"Just be there stat! Over and out!"

We begin walking away from his car and into the forest, Steve carries one bucket. I carry the bat. Dustin carries the other. I examine the bat, covered in nails that are sticking out. Yikes. Has he used this thing before?

* * *

Dustin tosses a piece of meat as I follow the two lads behind.

"Alright, so let me get this straight. You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who...who you just met?"

Max?

"All right, that's grossly oversimplifying things." Dustin states.

We've been walking on a train track for a bit now as they toss meat to lead Dart to some sort of trail. Which I presume will lead to the junkyard.

"I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?" Steve asks.

"An interdimensional slug? Because it's awesome."

In your eyes Dustin. Not Max's...

"I don't know. I just feel like you're trying way too hard."

"Well not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?" Dustin states.

Steve looks behind to look at me slightly and I blush, looking away. Steve's hair is nice but that's not why I like him...Wait.

"It's not about the hair, man. The key with girls is just...just acting like you don't care."

My eyes widen. Seriously? It depends on what guy acts like that with what girl!

"Even if you do?"

"Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts."

I bite my lip. That's sure not how you were acting before. Caring all about Nancy, getting drunk then...us.

"Then what?"

"You just wait until, uh..."

He turns around and tosses a bit of meat. I scoff and he chuckles before facing forward again.

"Until you feel it."

"Feel what?"

"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?"

I raise my eyebrow confused. I'm trying not to listen to their conversation but it's kind of hard when they're talking loudly in front of me.

"Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere-"

"no, no, no, no, no. Like a...like a sexual electricity."

Excuse you?!

I glance at Dustin who doesn't seem as shocked as I am. 

What like the night we had before!? Huh, Steve!?

"Oh."

"You feel that and then make your move."

"So that's when you kiss her?" Dustin asks raising his head a bit.

"No, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Romeo."

"Sorry."

I roll my eyes. Fucking Steve, giving off mixed messages to poor Dustin.

Steve says something about how some girls want you to be aggressive like a lion or stealthy like a ninja. And then Dustin asks a peculiar question.

"What type is Y/N?"

My head raises up. I thought Dustin would've asked that about Nancy more than me!

"Y/N's different." He states turning his back to me. I shrug my shoulders and look down. "She's different than the other girls."

"Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess."

"Yeah. Yeah, she is."

Hello!? I'm right here! I mumble something under my breath and keep following them.

"But, this girl's special, too, you know." I hear so much sincerity in Dustin's voice and I glance up. "It's just, like, something about her."

I see Steve's face shift and he stops walking. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey."

"What?"

"You're not falling in love with this girl, are you?"

Dustin hesitates. He so is. Jesus. "Uh, no. No."

"...Okay, good. Don't."

"I won't."

"She's only gonna break your heart, and you're way too young for that shit."

I frown and look down in shame. I dunno if he's saying that about Nancy or me. I was upset when I ran out of his house but...damn. Maybe I should've let him explain...

There's an uneasy silence between all of us for a while. The trees rustle in the wind as our footsteps crunch the leaves in the tracks.

"Fabregé."

"What?" Me and Dustin ask looking up. That came out of literally nowhere.

He silently points to his hair. Ohhhhhhh. "It's Fabregé Organics."

"Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair's damp...It's not wet, okay?"

I stifle a laugh as he turns and stops. "When it's damp..."

"Damp." I repeat softly.

"You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray."

"Farrah Fawcett spray?" Dustin chuckles.

"Yeah, Farrah Fawcett." Steve snarls. "You two tell anyone I just told you that, an your asses are grass. You're dead, Henderson and Mayfield. Do you understand?"

I cross my arms. "Yeah, sure."

"Yep."

Steve sighs before continuing down the trail. "Okay."

I shake my head and continue following the two boys.

My legs hurt...I hope we can get there soon...