Song: The Motown Song (The Temptations) - Rod Stewart.
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You sat at home, waiting. Waiting for your little brother Dustin to come home. He had been away at some camp, for smart kids, as you liked to put it. The longer you waited the more impatient you became. You had work in an hour at star court mall. The hippest book store, as Mr Baganels liked to refer to it.
Nothing too special, the only customers being older people or some book enthusiastic's, otherwise it was quite quiet. Funny how a quiet book store could be located in a busy - loud - mall.
A knock at the door shattered your cloudly mind. Huffing you got up, there standing on the other side of the door, was in fact not the curly-haired teen you had been waiting for. But the 'party'. A choir of 'hellos' rung through the air, raising a brow you examined each and every one of them.
"Uh, hi?"
"We're here to see Dustin, right guys?" Max smiled, earning an excited chatter of 'yeses'.
"Well, I hate to break it to you... But Mr Henderson is not home. If he was i - as a matter of fact - wouldn't be here...but I guess you can wait, saving me." Your fake smile, not going unnoticed by the teens.
Yes as of right now you sounded like a horrible sibling, but hey duty calls and so does money. Patting Will's head you made your way out the door and to your car.
"And one more thing. Don't break anything, coz I know where you all live." You called, before closing the door and starting the engine.
"Well you heard them, let's trash this place...What?" Lucas' chuckles die down the minute he came face to face with mike's glaring stare.
"Okay, okay. Jees don't look at me like that. You look like Nancy."
Sadly for Lucas that only ended up with the glare hardening. "I'll give you 'you look like Nancy'."
"Here we go."
Rounding the corner you could see the bright sign of the star court mall and the hundreds of people entering and exiting. Pulling into your usually spot you notice a particular maroon BMW. Steve Harrington's car was parked beside you. It's as if fate itself was out to get you. Palms sweaty, you nervously wiped them on your bare legs, you would usually wear jeans, but it was summer and you for one did not want to be sweating. Taking a calm breath, you pulled out your perfume and sprayed a few sprits on you. Neck, wrist and just the tiniest dab under your ear. Checking your mirror, you tufted your hair a bit and reapplied your mascara. Satisfied you got out of your car and made your way inside.
"Thank you for choosing Scoops Ahoy and enjoy your ice cream." The smile shining bright on the lips of the blonde, disappeared the minute the old lady left the store.
