HIGHER and HIGHER - Steve Harrington x Reader

xlv - dreams

— 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 —

EDDIE SLAPS a phone book down on the table.

"Check this out. The War Zone." He says, "I've been there once. It's huge. They got everything you need for, uh... well, killing things, basically."

"You think fake Rambo has enough guns there?" Robin asks, pointing to the picture in the phone book, "Is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?"

"Well, lucky for us it is, so..." Eddie says, "This... This place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of the main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks."

"If we're trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn't go to some store called the War Zone." Erica says.

"Normally, I'd agree, but we need the weapons." Nancy says.

"I think it's worth the risk." I agree.

"Me too." Lucas agrees.

"But is it with the time? It'll take all day to bike there and back." Dustin says.

"Who said anything about bikes?" Eddie asks.

"What, you got some sort of car we don't know about?" Steve asks.

"It's not exactly a car, Steve. And it's not exactly mine, but, uh... it'll do." Eddie says, "Hey, Red, uh, you got a ski mask or a bandanna, something like that?"

We watch as Max thinks for a second, then she raises her eyebrows.

We follow Eddie, wearing a Michael Myers mask, behind the trailers. He peeks out behind a trailer, then waves his hand for us to go. We run behind a few trailers, then spot an RV. We manage to run behind it without being seen by the owners and Eddie opens up the back window. He quickly jumps in and Steve follows behind him. Steve holds his hands out to help pull me in and I flop over the window and into his lap. I groan from the pain and then lean back over the window, extending my hand out for Nancy to take. I pull her in and then walk to the front seat where Eddie was sitting in the drivers seat with his tools.

I watch as he grabs the wires from underneath the steering wheel and Steve watches over his shoulder. Eddie clips a few wires with his pliers.

"Where'd you learn how to do this?" I ask him.

"Well, when they other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire." Eddie says while messing with the wires, "Now, I swore to myself I wouldn't wind up. like he did, but now I'm wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto. So, uh, I'm really living up to that Munson name."

"Compelling story, Munson." I say.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

"Uh, Eddie, I'm not sure I love the idea of you driving." Robin says.

"Oh, I'm just starting this sucker. Harrington' shot her." Eddie says, "Don't ya, big boy?"

Eddie snaps the wires together, firing up the RV.

"Hey! Open this door!" The owners yell, banging on the door.