Steve Harrington x reader

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Nancy and Robin come rushing down the stairs.

"Okay, so, we have plan," Nancy breathes.

Nancy gives us all the script she made for her and Robin.

"Thanks to Nancy's newspaper minion, we are rock-star   psychology students at university of Notre Dame. I'm now Rose."

"And I'm Ruth," Nancy says.

"Ruth?" Steve repeats the fake name Nancy gave herself.

"Nice GPA," Dustin makes an impressed face.

"Right. Smarty pants," I say playfully.

"Thanks," Nancy smiles at only Dustin and changes her attention to Steve.

"So we call Penhurst Asylum, told them we would like to speak with Victor Creel for A thesis were cowriting on paranoid schizophrenic."

"Which they said no," Robin informs us.

"But, We landed a 3 o'clock with the Director."

"Now all we have to do is charm him and convince him to let us talk to Victor."

"Then maybe we can rid Max of this curse."

"Yeah, about that," Steve looks back at Max. "We've been doing our Victor Creel homework, and, uh," he sighs. "We got some questions."

"Lots of questions," Lucas closes the script.

"So do we? Hopefully, Victor has the answers," Nancy looks at all of us.

"Robin, can I uh- talk to you for a sec?" I ask.

"Of course," she smiles.

I stand up and we leave to the living room. "Why am I not on this script?" I lift up the script.

"I tried convincing Nancy that you're the type of babe we need to convince him but she kept denying it. I think there's some tension between you two."

"Why would there be any tension? It's not like she likes Steve. She likes Jon."

"Yeah, but I don't know. She was really weird with me being around until I told her that I don't even like Steve like that." Robin says.

"I mean, I thought we were good. I mean, her and I never really talked but I don't get why she's acting like that while she's dating somebody."

"Yeah, I get it babe," she sighs. "I think you should just not let it get to you. You're amazing and Steve loves you. I mean, he always talks about you."

"Probably about sex," I roll my eyes.

"No, that was only once," she says casually. "Every other time he would talk about how you are the best person to ever enter his life. You give him so much joy and he tells me how every time he see's you he gets butterflies. He tells me whenever you just touch his hand he gets electricity shivering up his spine."

She grabs my shoulders and shakes me.

"That man is head over heels for you. You do not need to worry. He...is...wiped."

I don't even know how to comprehend the words that she just told me, "I never knew that."

"What? Did you only think he was dating you to get inside your pants?"

"Sometimes," I shuffle my feet.

"He told me that you are the first woman to make him feel actual love. He told me that he couldn't imagine losing you. You don't need to worry about her, okay? She isn't even close to interfering."