STRANGER THINGS IMAGINES

steve harrington

the mall was the best place to be on the weekends... if you werent working. i've been working at scoops' for quite a while now, and watching new people get hired and trying to scoop icecream perfectly always makes me laugh.

steve harrington was one of those people. he could just never get it right. no matter what he did. it was quite funny to watch from the back room. robin and i would laugh and laugh at him every time.

steve walked into work with his hat on that 'ruined his hair' and made it harder to flirt, in his opinion. i thought he had just lost his touch. we made eye contact as he walked around the counter and he gave me a salute as a greeting. i smiled in return, too preoccupied with a customer that just couldnt decide what they wanted. honeycomb or mint chocolate? decisions.

after the three girls had finally chosen their desired flavour, i made their cones for them and they paid. with the rest of the shop empty (thank god), i snuck into the back area, to find robin sleeping and steve huddling over her.

'harrington. what are you doing?' i asked him, sitting down in one of the few chairs available.

he looked up at me, a giant smile on his face, 'she's sleeping.' he pointed at robin, still very close to her face, as if he almost couldnt believe she was sleeping.

i widened my eyes in mock shock, 'yes. i can see that. fascinating, isnt it?'

he rolled his eyes at me, moving away from robin and pulling out a chair to sit next to me. 'you're not funny.'

'actually i am, your humour is broken, that's the problem.' i replied, a small smile on my face.

he looked down at my hands, his eyebrows furrowed, 'what's this?' he grabbed one of my hands, peeking at the writing on it.

my hand sat in his, and i raised my eyebrows, 'grocery list. just a couple things i have to get after work. why are you so curious?'

he shrugged, getting out of the chair and grabbing a marker to doodle on the white board, 'i dont know. im bored.'

'you're always bored'

'well you're boring. that's the problem' he laughed at his own words.

i heard a ding at the front of the store, and so instinctively, i said 'dibs not.' steve looked at me, hatred in his eyes.

'i hate you.'

'thats so cute. now go mr bus boy.'

he rolled his eyes, opening the door and serving the customer. i could hear his fake customer service voice that no one could beat.

i leaned my head back against the wall and blew out a huge breath. i did not want to be here today. "he is so into you its kind of embarrassing you havent noticed." robin piped up from the other side of the room. she wasn't sleeping anymore, instead she was sat upright in her chair, legs on the table as if she were sun-baking.

my eyebrows raised, "what do you mean? steve?" robin gave me a nod in return. i laughed at her, "please, steve is into girls who were homecoming queen, or cheerleading captin for gods' sake."

she shook her head, "that boy - and he would kill me for saying this but i believe it must be said - has been into you since he started working here." i crossed my arms, taking a look out the door to where steve was still serving customers. i must have had a confused look on my face, maybe a disapproving one because robin spoke again, "he told me himself. weeks ago. it's a shame you haven't returned the feelings."

my head spun toward her. i haven't really thought about it. i mean, steve was handsome, very. but kind of a douche. although he has seemed to change a lot since highschool. "i think he's got the looks." was all i said to robin, who now had her arms crossed too.

"and the personality?" she asked me.

"i'm yet to find that out. but i hope."