I Love You, I'm Sorry // Steve Harrington x Reader

"Do you want me for three months or do you want me for forever?"

Song - Wherever You Are - Kodaline

Alarms blare as we hit the sides of the small car thing we are in.

"Jesus, slow down!" Steve slurs.

"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500." Robin retorts.

"It's the Indy 300."

"No, dingus, it's 500!"

"It's 300!"

"Let's say, a million." I groan.

"I'm going to throw up." I sigh as I lay myself down.

"Don't die on me y/n." Steve starts slapping my face lightly.

"I'm not dead dipshit." I slap his hands away.

Then we hit something and all three of our bodies slam against the back grate.

"You guys alright back there?" Dustin looks back to us and we all groan "they're fine."

The door swings open and Erica and Dustin stand in front of us.

"Come on let's go!" He yells at us.

"Out!" Erica screams.

"Come on! Get out!"

"Let's go!"

They yank us out by our arms.

"We're coming!" Steve hisses.

Dustin uses the keycard but I'm too busy steadying myself by using Steve as a crutch to pay attention.

We get into the elevator and Steve finds a rolling cart and steps on it while Robin pushes him around.

"Come on y/n get on!" He laughs at me.

"Okay." I slur and he grabs my wrists, pulling me up.

"I'm a natural! Check it out!" Steve screams before falling off taking me with him.

"Wipeout!" Robin yells.

Dustin comes over and places a hand on each of our heads.

"They're burning up." Dustin directs to Erica.

"You're burning up!" Steve retorts with a laugh.

"One sec, one sec, Steve, Steve."

"God no." Steve sighs and he doesn't look to well.

He pulls open Steve's eyes and then mine.

"Pupils are super dilated." Dustin looks to Erica.

"Maybe he's drugged." Erica suggests.

"Bingo!" I giggle. "Teensy tiny little blue liquid right into our necks."

"Boop!" Steve boops Dustin's nose.

"Steve are you drugged?"

"How many times dad! I don't do drugs. It's only marijuana."

"This isn't funny okay! I need to know what they did to you. Are you gonna die on us."

"Boop."

"Little needle, blue liquid." I repeat in exasperation and Dustin looks at me worriedly.

"We all die, my strange little child friend. It's just a matter of how and when." Robin smiles crazily.

"They're gonna be looking for us up there so I need you to tell me where one of you parked your car." Dustin panics.

"Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?" Steve suggests.