dustin was driving the small car the russians built to get to the elevator.
steve and i were in the back.
"woah jesus, slow down man!" steve shouted.
we were in a hurry to get back to the elevator.
"what is this like the indy 500?!" i yelled.
"it's the indy 300-"
"no doofus it's 500!" i fought back to steve.
"IT'S 300!"
"let's say a million!" i started laughing and steve almost passed out from laughter.
"wha is wrong with them?!" erica asked.
"i don't know!" dustin answered.
"DUSTIN WATCH OUT!"
dustin crashed into some barrels, and we came to a complete stop.
i hit my head against steve's and we both groaned in pain.
"owww! ohhh!"
"you guys alright back there?" dustin asked.
we both groaned.
"they're fine! come on!" dustin opened the elevator with the key card, and erica and robin were dragging us out of the car. "we've got to go now!"
"come on!" erica dragged me.
"GET OUT!" robin shouted to steve.
"OW!" he screamed.
"this sucks!" i yelled, while flipping them off.
we entered the elevator, and we were going up fast.
steve and i were so high in energy, steve hopped onto a moving cart, and i was pushing him around.
"WOOHOOHOO!" he turned around to me.
"you look like you're surfing!"
"WOOOOOOO!"
"they seem drunk." erica said.
"why would they be drunk?" dustin turned back to her.
"I'M A NATURAL, CHECK IT OUT!"
i pulled the cart back, while steve went forward, and he fell face first.
"WOAHHH!"
"WIPEOUT!" i shouted while throwing my hands up. i sat on the cart, and dustin went to check on steve.
he kept squirming.
dustin felt steve's forehead. "he's burning up."
"you're burning up." steve snapped back, and then he started laughing again, which caused me to.
"one sec, one sec." dustin was trying to open steve's eyelid. "steve!"
"woahhh."
dustin managed to get steve's eye open. "his pupils are super dilated."
"maybe he's drugged?" erica suggested.
"boop!" steve booped dustin's nose.
"steve, are you drugged?" he asked.
"how many times DAD?! i don't do drugs! it's only marijuana!" steve booped dustin again.
i threw another laughing fit.
"this isn't funny alright? i need to know what they did to you. are you gonna die on us?"
"boop!"
"we all die, my strange little child friend." i tilted my head as i spoke. "it's just a matter of HOW, and WHEN!" i pretended like i did a mic drop after i gave him that small speech.
"they're gonna be looking for us up there, so you need to tell me where you parked your car." dustin turned back to steve.
"ohhh, can we make a pitstop at the food court?" steve turned to me.
"i would KILL for a hot dog on a stick right now!" i cheered.
"ooo!" steve agreed with me.
"yea, food, yea, you can have as much food as you want, but only if you tell me where your car is parked!" dustin was going through steve's pockets.
"uh ohhh." steve said.
"uh oh?"
"the car's off the board-" i said.
"what?" dustin asked.
steve went through his pockets. "they took the keys! the russians took my keys, like forever ago!" he started laughing again, and i rolled over and started crying of laughter.
i still couldn't control myself.
"that's a bummer right?" steve smiled.
"cowabummer!" i shouted.
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once we got out of the elevator, we stepped outside of the mall, and it was dark.
"OH MY GOD! THAT'S FRESH AIR!" i stuck my tongue out, and started sucking in the fresh air. "IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! STEVE! CAN YOU TASTE THE AIR?!"
"I TASTE IT! I TASTE IT!"
dustin then screamed. "SHIT! GO GO GO! COME ON!" he dragged me to the door.
"RUN!" robin shouted.
the three of them started shoving us into the mall.
"why are we running?!" steve asked.
"WEEEEEE!" i screamed, throwing my hands up.
dustin lead us through the back hallway by scoops ahoy.
the group kept shoving me around.
"woahhh!"
"where are we going?!" erica whisper shouted.
"just trust me!" dustin opened a door, and checked. "all clear, come on!"
we ran into a movie theater, and steve quickly grabbed popcorn out of the trashcan.
dustin dragged us both to seats. "you two, sit!" he whisper yelled.
there was a movie playing, so he couldn't scream at us.
"jesus, we're sitting!" i whisper yelled back.
"um, spoilers?!" steve shoved a whole handful of popcorn into his mouth.
"just watch the movie!"
"we wanna watch it!" i fought back.
"THEN WATCH IT!"
"shhh!" a random guy behind us shushed us.
i quickly turned around. "SHHHHH!" and then i back around quickly.
"sorry." dustin apologized to the guy behind us. "what ever you do, don't go anywhere."
"fine DAAAAD!" steve said.
i started wheezing.
robin, dustin, and erica walked away.
during the movie, i couldn't focus.
we weren't paying attention because we were still drugged.
"what's happening?" i took some popcorn.
steve didn't take his eyes off of the screen. "i have no idea."
we both got thirsty, so we both wondered outside of the theater and found the water fountain.
steve went first to take a drink. "it's amazing!" he said, sipping.
"so like, i wasn't totally focused in there, or anything, but i'm pretty sure that mom was trying to bang her son." i said, almost falling over.
"wait wait, the hot chick was alex p keaton's mom?" steve asked.
"yea, i'm pretty sure."
"but, they're the same age."
"no, but he went back in time!" i said.
"then why is it called 'back to the future?'" steve was trying to be right, but he wasn't.
"because he has to go back to the future, because he's in the past. so the future is actually the present, which is his time!" i explained.
steve looked up. "wh-what?"
i grabbed his uniform and shoved him away from the fountain. "it's my turn now, you've had enough, move." i put my lips to the flowing water, and it tasted like heaven.
it felt so nice to finally drink something after 24 hours.
"wow... hey kat, come check this out."
i looked up, and waddled my over to steve. i stopped, and looked up at the ceiling.
"check this-ooo. you see them? it's beautiful."
"oh wowww." i spun around, and then my stomach felt sick. i gripped onto steve's hand, and started gagging.
we both ran into the girl's bathroom, opened two stalls, and let it all out.
vomit was blasting into the toilets.
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i was laying next to the toilet, with my legs up on the toilet seat.
the silence in the room was bothering me.
"the ceiling stopped spinning for me. is it still spinning for you?" i asked.
"holy shit. no. do you think we puked it all up?"
"maybe. ask me a question. interrogate me."
"interrogate you, sure. uh, when was the last time you peed your pants?" steve chuckled.
"today." i said with confidence.
"what?" steve laughed.
"when the russian doctor took out the bone saw." i said.
"oh my god."
"it was just a little bit though!" i giggled, while sitting up.
"yea, it's definitely still in your system." steve said.
"alright, my turn."
"ok, hit me."
"have you..." i've always wanted to ask steve this. "...ever told a girl you loved her?"
"yea. nancy wheeler. first semester of senior year." he then made a gunshot noise.
"oh my god." i groaned. "she's such a priss sometimes."
"eh, turns out not really." he said.
"are you still in love with nancy?" i asked.
steve paused. "no."
"why not?"
it caught me by surprise.
even though steve said i wasn't his type, i maybe thought he still liked nancy.
"i think it's because i found someone who is a little better from me."
my heart stopped.
"it's crazy, ever since dustin got home, he's been telling me 'you gotta find your suzie, you gotta find your suzie,' but that's not the point, the point is this girl, the one that i like, it's somebody that i didn't really talked to in school. i don't even know why, maybe cause tommy h would have made fun of me, or i wouldn't be prom king. it's stupid, i mean dustin's right, it's just a bunch of bullshit anyways, because when i think about it, i should've been hanging out with this girl the whole time."
throughout his whole speech, i was smiling. i'm glad he couldn't see me.
"first of all, she's hilarious, she's so funny. these past couple of months, i've laughed harder than i have ever laughed in a really long time, and she's smart, way smarter than me. you know she can crack top secret russian codes, she can also fight demodogs, and she's sitting in the next stall, puking her guts out with me."
tears started to cloud my eyes.
"you know, she's honestly unlike any girl i've ever met before."
i tucked my head between my knees, and started quietly sobbing. i never told steve everything about myself, and there was only one thing i ever hid from him.
he tapped the stall wall that was between us. "kat?"
i pulled my head up.
"kat did you just od in there?"
"no." i answered quietly. "i am still alive." i sighed, and started wiping my tears away.
steve slid under the wall, and entered my stall.
"the floor is disgusting."
"yea well, i've got a bunch of blood and puke all over me, so."
we stayed quiet for another minute.
"so what do you think?"
"about?" i asked frailly.
"this girl."
"she sounds awesome." i gave him a fake smile.
"she is awesome, and what about the guy?" he asked.
"i think he's on drugs, and he's not thinking straight." i meant that literally in two ways.
"really? cause i think he's thinking more clearly than usual."
"he's not." i paused. "look, he doesn't even know this girl, and if he did know her, like really really know her, i don't think he'd even want to be her friend." i looked to my left at the floor.
"no, that's not true. no way is that true." steve scooted closer to me.
"listen to me, steve. it's shocked me to my core, but i like you, i really really like you, but i'm not like your old friends, and i'm not like nancy wheeler." i gritted my teeth while i said nancy's name.
"kat that's exactly why i like you."
"do you remember what i said about freeman's class, and about me being jealous and obsessed?" i asked him.
"yea."
"it wasn't because i had a crush on you. it was because, she wouldn't stop staring at you."
my heart was crippling.
"ms. freeman?" steve questioned.
i chuckled. "krista fisher. i wanted her to look at me, but she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair, and i wouldn't understand because, you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor, and you would ask dumb questions, and you were a douchebag!"
the look on steve's face looked like he felt horrible.
"and you didn't even like her and, i would go home, and just scream into my pillow." i started crying again. "do you remember halloween freshman year? and how you and your dickwad friends dressed up as krista because it was a school wide joke?"
steve nodded.
"it wasn't even funny because she was my best friend." i paused again. "steve do you know why she killed herself?"
steve shook his head.
"good. i'm glad it didn't get out."
"why? what happened?"
i looked back up to steve. "because it was my fault. i told her i liked her and she didn't feel the same way, because she had a crush on you!"
my voice was cracking.
"i went over to her house an hour later, and saw her hanging from her ceiling fan." i wiped my tears again.
"but, krista fisher was a girl-"
"steve..." i whispered.
"yea?" he couldn't pull together what i was trying to say.
then his face changed, he finally realized.
"oh..."
"oh..." i mimicked. "but i also found another person for me." i looked at my pink shoes while i spoke. "he's funny, like really funny, he's strong and brave, and very, very cute. he's fought demodogs, an evil russian, got drugged up, and now he's sitting next to me, confessing his feelings to me, and his name is steve harrington." i looked back in steve's direction.
"holy shit..." he sat back on the stall wall.
"yea, holy shit." i said.
there was silence again.
"steve, did you od over there?" i asked, quietly.
"no, i just uh, i was just thinking."
"ok..." i scratched behind my ear. "i also understand if you don't want to be friends anymore. i totally get it." i said.
steve shook his head. "i mean yea, steve harrington is cute and all, but i mean, he's a total dud!" steve looked at me with a smile.
i met eyes with him. "he is not."
"yes he is! he lied to a girl about going to purdue to look cool. the guy even lied to his child friend about having a crush on his best friend!"
i started to chuckle.
"have you even heard his singing voice? he can't even hold a tune! it's like 'and i need you now tonight!'" steve pretended to sing horribly.
"you do not sound like that!" i playfully kicked his shoulder.
"i sound exactly like that."
"no you don't! you sound like a muppet!" i teased.
"yes, i do sound like a muppet! i sound like a muppet giving birth!"
i started laughing.
"'and if you hold me tight!'" steve sang like kermit the frog.
"'we'll be holding on forever!'" we both sang.
"exactly!" steve shouted.
we both started throwing another laughing fit.
the door to the bathroom busted open.
dustin, erica, and robin came running in.
"ok! what the hell?!" dustin shouted.
steve and i looked back at each other, and started dying of laughter again.
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dustin opened the bathroom door, and checked.
back to the future just ended, and the people were walking out of the theater.
"and... blend."
we quickly blended in with the other people walking out of the mall.
i grabbed steve's hand and intertwined our fingers.
"well shit, that worked." erica said.
"of course it worked. now we just need to get on the bus like the rest of these bozos, and home here we come."
i bit my lip.
"yea, uh dustin-" steve said.
"what?"
"yea we might not want to go to your house-" i confessed.
"why?" dustin whisper yelled.
"well i might've told them your full name." steve said, worryingly.
"what is wrong with you?!" dustin whisper yelled.
"dude we were drugged!" i said.
"so?!"
"so-"
"so you resist! you tough it out like a man!" he snapped.
"oh that's easy for you to say!" i flicked his hat forward.
"guys-" robin stopped us all.
there was a russian looking for us. he turned around, and started chasing us.
"abort. ABORT!"
we ran through the crowd of people, and stopped at the escalator.
"shit!" i yelled.
"come on! let's go!"
we slid down the small opening between the escalators. we sprinted and we all hid behind the counter in hot dog on a stick. all of us were breathing heavily, but trying to keep quiet.
i felt a strong grip against my hand, and steve linked our fingers together. i looked at our hands, and left it.
a giant crash rang in our ears, along with a car horn.
we couldn't hear the russian running anymore. all of us slowly looked above the counter, and the car was thrown across the mall, and there was blood all over the floor. we looked to our left, up to the balcony. el, mike, lucas, nancy, max, jonathan, and will were standing there. we ran to them, and gave them hugs.
"HAHA! YOU FLUNG THAT THING SO FAR!" dustin shouted, as he ran to el.
"LUCAS?!" erica screamed.
"what are you doing here?!" lucas shouted at erica.
"it's their fault!" she pointed to us.
"yea, it's totally true. it's absolutely our fault." steve rolled his eyes.
"i don't understand what happened with that car-" robin looked at me.
"el has superpowers." i said.
"i'm sorry?-"
"superpowers. she can move stuff with her mind, come on, keep up!" steve shouted.
"that's el?" erica pointed to her.
"whose el?" robin asked.
"i'm sorry, who are you?" nancy stepped in, asking robin.
"i'm robin, i work with kat and steve."
"she helped kat crack the secret russian code!" now dustin is in on it.
at this point everyone was going back and forth.
"yea, which is how we found out about the russians in the first place." i said.
"wait, what russians?" jonathan asked me.
"THE RUSSIANS!" steve screamed.
"those were russians?" max asked.
"some of them."
"what are you talking about?" lucas asked us.
"did you hear the code red i was calling?" dustin asked his friends.
"yea, i couldn't understand half of what you were saying!" mike finally stepped into the conversation.
"GODDAMN LOW BATTERY!"
"how many times do inhave to tell you ABOUT THE LOW BATTERY?!" steve shouted.
"yea well, everything worked out didn't it?!" i shouted. i wanted to tie up the convo, but nobody listened.
"worked out?! we almost died!" erica slapped my shoulder.
"but we didn't, did we?" dustin defended me.
"we were close."
everyone kept arguing, and i noticed el was gone.
i turned around and saw her spinning around. "el?"
she fell onto my body, screaming.
"EL!"
everyone turned to me, and sprinted over.
mike took her off of my body.
"what's wrong with her?!" erica freaked out.
"my leg!" el cried. "my leg!"
"her leg, ok!" jonathan rolled up her left pant leg, and el's leg was all brown and slimy.
all of us gagged.
el wouldn't stop screaming.
"EL?! EL?! EL ARE YOU OK?!" mike shouted.