"𝙊𝙝 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣!"
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜."
𝕴𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 Dylan Henderson and Eddie Munson have to save the world while trying not to kill each other in the process...
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Trying to keep my anxiety down as I ring out customers is not an easy task.
Especially when your friends are behind you trying to figure out where the hell Eddie is and are arguing about whether or not he's a secret serial killer.
There's already four people working on the situation so I decided to step up and be the one to do actual work while they do their thing. Someone's gotta actually do their job here.
After checking out the last customer and locking the front door, I make my way through the isles to see if there's anything I need to fix before we leave.
Without the distraction of interacting with people my mind starts to go to dark places. I bite my lip nervously, thinking about how just last night I was playing dnd with Eddie. I was actually starting to think that maybe he was more than just a dickhead who refused to do any of his homework.
Stupid, I'm so stupid.
"Hey, are you alright?" Steve comes over wearily and I nod up at him silently.
My face must've given me away because his gaze softens and he comes closer, putting his hands on my arms comfortingly.
"Hey. It's going to be fine." He reassures softly and I look down at his chest trying to calm the sick feeling in my stomach.
"It's just a lot to process right now. I mean, I hung out with him yesterday Steve. What if he actually did this?" Words continue to spill out of my mouth until Steve shushes me.
"Do you think we would do something like this?" He asks quietly and I think back to last night, with how understanding and encouraging Eddie was with us at hellfire and our conversation in the parking lot.
"No, I don't think so..."
"Okay, so there you go. Please stop stressing so hard, you're anxiety is gunna rub off on me." He tells me with a smirk and I look up at him embarrassedly.
"Okay. Sorry." I say quietly, trying to hide my hot cheeks.
"Don't be sorry Dyl, I care about you. That means it's my job to make sure you don't have a full on panic attack in the middle of the rom-com section." He jokes, and I laugh softly as I look at where I'm at.
"How cliche." I joke back, already feeling a bit better. Steve chuckles softly, brushing a hand through his hair.
"Hey! We've got a location, let move it." Dustin appears out of thin air to boss us around and we both jump at the sound of his voice, quickly moving away from how close we were.
Steve starts heading out to the car and I follow behind him. As I pass Dustin, he gives me a suggestive look and I roll my eyes immediately.
"Stop. Meddling." I threaten quietly as we walk to the car and he just hums knowingly as we get into the backseat.
