Y/n's pov
After Dustin had left, Robin, Steve and I were chatting about the most random things.
"This movie's crazy!" Steve said.
"Yeah." I agreed, nodding my head violently.
I groaned. "Oh, brain seizure." I said, holding my head from shaking it too hard.
"What's happening?" Steve whispered to Robin, looking up at the big screen.
"I have no idea." Robin whispered back, grabbing another aggressive handful of popcorn.
"Guys, my brain is like- Fried." I laughed. "Like an egg."
I laughed really hard and I realized my throat hurt.
"Come on, let's go get some water." Robin said, standing up, basically reading my mind.
She pulled both Steve and I out of our seats by our hands, pushing us up the stairs.
We walked outside of the theatre and headed for the water fountain. Steve was taking large gulps and Robin was talking about the movie.
"Okay, so, I wasn't totally paying attention in there, but I'm pretty sure, that mom was trying to bang her son." Robin said, her eyes wide and red.
"Wait, the hot chick was Alex P. Keaton's mom?" Steve asked, lifting his head from the fountain.
"Yeah." Robin said.
"But... they're the same age." I argued, confused.
"No, but he went back in time." Robin said.
"Then why is it called back to the future?" I asked skeptically.
"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." Robin explained.
"Wh... What?" Steve asked, still looming over the stream of water as I nodded my head.
"No-it's my turn! You've had enough." Robin said, shoving Steve away.
I walked away and wandered around aimlessly until I got to the railing where the center of the mall went up into a high ceiling.
I looked up and let out a loud gasp. The ceiling was beautiful and colourful and bright and... spinning??
"Guys, you gotta come check this out." I said.
"The ceiling... It's beautiful."
They walked over and stood next to me, gasping and looking up. As I continued to stare, my stomach started to churn as the lights spun around faster and faster. They looked like they were coming at me full speed, twirling, and I started to gag, a dry heave coming up my throat.
I sprinted for the bathrooms, pushing the Women's door open quickly. I heard Robin and Steve run into the Men's Washroom beside the Women's.
I ran into the nearest stall and vomited my guts out into the toilet, pushing my hair back from my face.
I closed my eyes and shuddered. Everything felt like it was spinning but also pounding at the same time. The headache was amplified, due to the drug, and my whole body ached.
After I heaved my insides into the toilet for a solid few minutes, everything slowly cleared. I no longer felt hazy or delirious, and the headache was slowly melting away.
I flushed the toilet and stood up, walking out and slumping onto the ground between a plant and a phone booth outside of the theatre entrance. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my head on them.
I heard the theatre door open and someone step out, but didn't look over to see who it was. I was overall just too physically and emotionally drained.
I felt someone slowly sit down on the ground next to me.
"Hi." I heard Dustin's voice from beside me.
"Mm." I mumbled.
He let out a soft chuckle.
"I'm sorry. I should have never left you back there. I guess I'm a pretty shitty boyfriend, huh?" He said sadly, guilt evident in his voice.
I looked up from my knees.
"Don't say that. It's not your fault. None of this is your fault. You're a great boyfriend. Please don't say that. And I'm the one who chose to stay and help keep the door closed. That's on me." I said softly.
Dustin sighed. "What even happened?" He asked.
I laughed a bit.
"Oh, man, it was crazy! They tied us up to these chairs, and they beat the shit out of Steve. And then this psycho Russian doctor, the one that you electrocuted, stuck these needles full of this blue acid into our necks, and then we went all nuts, and then- oh." I stopped myself.
"What?" Dustin asked.
"I didn't say anything... weird, did I?" I asked, slightly worried.
Dustin blushed.
Shit. What did I do.
"Uh, no, only that we were gonna have lots of babies when we grow up and get married and that you're gonna name one (name) and I can name one whatever I want." Dustin said.
I groaned and dropped my face into my hands.
Dustin chuckled. "It's alright. It was... kind of cute. Really cute actually." He blushed.
I went red as well.
"Anyways, we went out of the movie theatre to find water and then the ceiling was spinning and then suddenly we all had to vomit so we ran to the bathrooms and now here we are." I finished.
"Where are tweedle Dee and tweedle dum?" Dustin asked.
"I think they're still in there." I said.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine, I'm just... Glad you're not dead." Dustin said.
He leaned closer to me, and I backed my face up.
"Don't kiss me, I just vomited." I said.
Dustin let out a boisterous laugh and hugged me instead.
I turned to face him and hugged back tightly.
I closed my eyes and let myself sink into his arms.
After a moment, we pulled away and Dustin stood up.
"I'm gonna go get the two idiots. Be back." Dustin said, ushering Erica, who had been sitting on a nearby bench, to follow him.
I heard muffled shouting and a few seconds later, he and Erica came out, followed by Steve and Robin.
We set up the plan and took our lookout spot in the washroom.
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