❝don't wait up for me.❞
in which kristen wilson tries to navigate summer to go to her senior year of high school, but she didn't expect to bust in a secret russian base with her two coworkers and her little sisters friends.
est. june 22'
s3 - s5
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Mr. and Mrs. Wilson were back from their business trip. They had gotten home late last night, around 3 am.
"Hey, um, I'm gonna go to Max's," Amber said as she came downstairs that next morning.
"Okay," Mrs. Wilson said. "Have fun."
"Will do!" she called back as the door closed.
"I'm so glad Amber is great friends with that Max girl," her mom smiled.
"Yeah... friends," Kristen smirked.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Hey, I have a shift all day today, so I'll be home late."
"Okay. Make good money."
"I make three bucks an hour, but whatever."
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"Have a nice day," a tired Robin said as she handed a couple their ice cream.
Kristen turned around, seeing Dustin Henderson, and furrowing her eyebrows. She expected him to be with Amber and that whole friend group.
"Hi," Dustin smiled. "Hi."
"I'm Dustin."
"I'm Robin."
"Pleasure to meet you. Uh, is— is he here?"
"Is who here?"
All of a sudden, Steve Harrington busted through the door, looking like a little kid who had too much ice cream.
"Henderson. Henderson! He's back! He's back!"
"I'm back! You got the job!"
"I got the job!" Steve exclaimed, imitating a trumpet. "Hey! Oh!"
They did some weird handshake, followed by them imitating lightsabers clashing. Dustin's had hit Steve in the stomach, as he pretended his literal organs were falling out while groaning.
"How many children are you friends with?" Robin asked.
"If you count everyone that comes in here for free movies, plus my sister and now Dustin, six. As I know of. He could have more," Kristen concluded as Steve gave her the fakest smile ever.
