Stare. [Steve Harrington x Reader]

Chapter Seven: Sight for Sore Eyes

Thursday, July 4, 1985

"Jesus, slow down!" Steve yelled as the two of us hit the metal grate separating Steve and I from Dustin and Erica. We were currently in the back of one of those carts that the workers drove around in to get around the secret base, Dustin and Erica had stolen it.

"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?" I said, my words coming out slurred without even meaning to.

"It's the Indy 300." Steve corrected me as he sat in front of me, our knees bumping against each other's.

"No, idiot, it's 500!" I yelled back at him.

"It's 300!" He argued.

"Let's say a million." We both laughed, falling against the walls of the cart.

"What is wrong with them?" Erica asked Dustin as she sat next to him in the passenger seat.

"I don't know." He answered.

"Dustin, watched out!"

"Shit!" Dustin said before the cart crashed into a group of barrels. Steve and I hit the barrier in the back of the car, causing both of us to groan in pain.

"You guys all right back there?" We just grunted back in response. "They're fine." Dustin opened the back door of the car, "Come on. We gotta go, now." Dustin began. We both didn't move, Steve was basically on top of me, so I couldn't even move if I tried.

"Come on! Get out!"

"Let's go!" Dustin and Erica both yelled, trying to help us out.

"Ow! We're coming!" Steve yelled back at them. "This sucks." He said next to me.

We made our way back into the elevator, practically stumbling over our own feet. I felt so funny right now. Steve was on a trolley that had been left in the elevator and I was moving it around. "Hey! You look like you're surfing!" I yelled.

"Surfing! Yeah! Whoa!" I laughed at him. "I'm a natural! Check it out!" He yelled before falling off, landing on the floor. I started laughing as he just laid there on the ground.

"Wipeout!" I yelled before stumbling to the floor too.

Dustin had rushed over to Steve, kneeling down next to him. "He's burning up." Dustin said, as he held a hand to Steve's forehead.

"You're burning up." Steve said to him, a hand grabbing onto Dustin's shirt.

I leaned forwards, watching the two. "One sec, one sec. Steve, Steve." Dustin said to him, trying to look at his eyes.

"God, no. Ow!" Steve said, still laying on the ground.

"His pupils are super dilated." Dustin said, looking over to Erica.

"Maybe he's drugged." Dustin looked back at Steve.

"Boop!" He said tapping Dustin's nose, I snorted.

Dustin leaned away from Steve's touch and slapped his face lightly. "Steve, are you drugged?" Dustin said, looking down at him.

"How many times, Dad? I don't do drugs. It's only marijuana." He said with a chuckle, barely even looking at Dustin.

Dustin shook his head. "This isn't funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you. Are you gonna die on us?" I chuckled again without meaning to, everything was just so funny.

"Boop." Steve said, nudging Dustin's face again with his hand this time.

"We all die, my strange little child friend. It's just a matter of how... and when." I said to Dustin, hands clasped in my lap as I stared at him. Dustin looked at me for a second, not saying anything to that and looked away.