Steve Harrington Imagines

Jury

**Requested by: daisybuckington

Dustin POV

I watched as Steve and Y/n walked in front of us too the arcade, trying to be subtle of their strange crushes on each other. They're hands kept brushing, and it noticeably was not on accident, it made me sick. He cannot date my sister, that's just wrong.

"Alright guys, you get one hour and then we gotta go, mom's orders." Mike, Max, Lucas, Will and I nodded and we took off into the arcade, but I had another agenda to attend to.

"Guy's we need to have a meeting, now." They all looked at me strange.

"NOW!" They rushed into our communications room and I shut the door.

"Dustin, we only have an hour so hurry up."

"This is dire.. we need to kick y/n out of the group." It was silent.

"Uhhh Dustin, you do remember she is your sister right?" I starred at Lucas for a moment before answering.

"Yes Lucas, I know that. But I also know her and Steve are doing terrible things together when we aren't around and I can't stand it anymore. She has to go."

"Dustin... how do you know they're doing terrible things together?" I threw my hands in the air.

"I just know ok!"

"Oh, so you have no evidence." Mike snapped at me.

"You guys, she has to go."

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Y/n POV

I was sitting in my room listening to some music when I saw Dustin come in, I took off my ear phones and smiled at him.

"Hey, what's up?" He looked at me with a serious face, his eyebrows scrunched down and a frown.

"You've been kicked out of the group." I laughed for a second, slowly stopping when his expression didn't change.

"Are you serious?" He nodded once.

"You and Steve are going to cause problems for the group and we simply can't have it happening." I laughed at him.

"Steve and I aren't doing anything Dustin." He glared at me.

"I saw you guys today."

"Walking next to each other?"

"And rubbing your hands together on purpose." He's kidding right?

"Dustin, when you walk next to someone sometimes your hands touch, it doesn't mean anything."

"Honestly, it doesn't matter because the group already decided and you're out."

"Fine, get out of my room."

"But Y/n, this doesn't affect me and you in anyway. Please don't take it personally, we are still siblings and I lov-"

"Out of my room Dustin." He stopped mid sentence and sighed, walking out of my room and shutting the door behind him. This fuckin kid, he always thinks Steve and I are up to no good, when we aren't! I mean, I wish we were.. the things I'd do to him are no good if you know when I mean.

I walked to the bathroom to wash my face and heard Dustin screech something into his walkie talkie and run out of the house, mom screaming after him. I would normally care but since I have been kicked out of the group it is simply not my problem.

My mind was racing as I laid in bed, I wonder what he was racing out of the house for. Is Will ok? Is Steve going? Why was I kicked out again? Why is my little brother such a dick? I groaned and rolled over in bed, twisting and turning I could not get comfortable. I threw the blankets off and walked to Dustin's room. I saw a note on his dresser, looking at it I saw that it read: