"I didn't need a hero, Billy." Darian sneers, dusting off his coat, eyes glaring.
Billy only smirks, reaching over and untangling one of Darians dark curls, quickly catching himself, pulling his hand back. "It didn't seem like that a minute ago." B...
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Hawkins, Indiana
November 1984
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Junkyard.
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Dustin, Steve, and Darian were making their way through an abandoned train track, dumping meat as they went. "All right, so let me get this straight." Steve starts, making Darian look up, while they were dropping meat on their way, Darian was balancing on one of the tracks, completely slacking off.
"You kept something you knew was probably dangerous to impress a girl who..." Steve is then cut off by Darian "who he just met?" Darian exclaims, chuckling to himself, jumping off the track.
Steve nods, pointing towards Darian. "Who you just met." Steve repeats "All right, that's grossly oversimplifying things." Dustin says
Darian shoots him an unimpressed look.
"I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?" Steve asks with a small grimace. Darian hums in agreement, dumping some meat on Steve's shoe by accident.
"An interdimensional slug? Because it's awesome." Dustin exclaims as if it were obvious.
Steve shoots Darian a glare. Darian grimaces. Soon the two engage in a small war, silently throwing meat at each other. Darian chuckles, avoiding Steve's throws, only to trip on the railroad, falling backward.
Steve snorts, struggling to hold back his laughter, rushing towards Darian, and standing over him.
Dustin was completely unaware, walking ahead of them, waiting for Steve's reply.
The fallen teen grumbles and he takes Steve's offered hand. Steve helps him up, both of them bumping into each other. The two stood close, watching the other. "Steve?" Dustin calls out, still not turning.
Steve shakes his head, "Uh, yeah, yeah, sorry lost in thought. Even if she thought it was cool, which she didn't, I... I just..." Steve stutters, looking away from Darian. Both of them catch up with Dustin. "I don't know. I just feel like you're trying way too hard." Steve states
"Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?" Dustin says, softly kicking rocks as he walks. "It's not about the hair, man." Steve says "Nah it's all the hair." Darian jokes, only to be softly shoved by the older teen. "Don't listen to him. The key with girls is just...just acting like you don't care." Steve says with a soft shrug.
Darian scoffs to himself, shaking his head. But he had no game with girls, so he kept his mouth shut.
"Even if you do?" Dustin asks, looking over to Steve and Darian. Steve nods, "Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts." Steve says, throwing some meat behind him.
"Then what?" Dustin asks
"You just wait until, uh...until you feel it." Steve says, ignoring Darian's curious gaze. "Feel what?" Darian asks, amused. "Yeah feel what?" Dustin asks, confused.
"It's like before it's gonna storm, you know? You can't see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh..." Steve struggled to find the right word for it. Darian chuckles, amused. "electricity, you know?" Steve asks, choosing to ignore Darian. He really wasn't helping his case.
"Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere--" Dustin is cut off. Steve shakes his head. "No, no, no, no, no. Like a... Like a sexual electricity." Steve says, tossing meat onto the ground. Darian smirks.
"Oh." Dustin softly breathes.
"This is good stuff Steve, should I be writing this down?" Darian teases, biting his bottom lip, forcing his teasing smirk down. "Har, Har, Wheeler. Laugh all you want, but if you feel that, then you can make your move." Steve says, softly shoving Darian. Darian slaps his hand away, shaking his head.
"So that's when you kiss her?" Dustin asks "No, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Romeo." Steve states
"Sorry." Dustin says
Steve sighs. "Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot, and heavy." Steve says
Like Darian and Billy. God, Darian scolds himself, stop fucking thinking about Billy. "You know like a..." Steve trails off, thinking of a perfect analogy. "I don't know, like a lion." Steve says
"Mmm." Darian hums mockingly. "But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a...like a ninja." Steve says
"What type is Nancy?" Dustin asks
Steve shrugs. "Nancy's different. She's different than the other girls." Steve says "Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess." Dustin says "Yeah. Yeah, she is." Steve mumbles
Darian grew awkward, not enjoying this talk about his sister. "But this girl's special, too, you know. It's just, like, something about her." Dustin says
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey." Steve suddenly exclaims, stopping Dustin and Darian. "What?" Dustin asks, Darian is equally confused. "You're not falling in love with this girl, are you?" Steve asks
"Really?" Darian mumbles to himself, he doesn't see what is wrong with that. "Uh, no. No." Dustin scoffs, shaking his head.
Steve begins walking, Darian trailing after him. "Okay, good. Don't." Steve says "I won't." Dustin says
"She's only gonna break your heart, and you're way too young for that shit." Steve says, Darian smiles, amused. Even if he didn't want to acknowledge it, Steve cared for the kid.
After a moment of silence, Steve glances at the kid, sighing."Fabergé." Steve admits
"What?" Dustin asks, confused, looking up at Steve, falling behind him.
"It's Fabergé Organics." Steve states, pointing to his hair. Darian suddenly snorts, making Steve glare, embarrassed about giving up his secret. "Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair's damp..." Steve starts
"It's not wet, okay? When it's damp..." Steve enforces.
"Damp." Dustin mumbles
"You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray." Steve says
"Farrah Fawcett spray?" Dustin asks, smirking with amusement. Steve rolls his eyes. "Yeah, Farrah Fawcett." Steve says
"You guys tell anyone I just told you that and your asses are grass. You're dead, Henderson and Wheeler. Do you guys understand?" Steve asks, stopping Dustin and Darian in their tracks, and pointing at them both.
"Yup." The two-state, smirking at Steve. Steve sighs, continuing on his walk. "Okay." Steve breaths
"Farrah Fawcett, really?" Darian asks, smirking. "I mean, she's hot." Steve says in his defense
