Steve Harrington Imagines

Camping

Y/n P.O.V

"Mom.. do I really have to go on this stupid camping trip with Dustin?" She walked past me down the hall with a basket of laundry.

"Yes honey, I want you to go and make sure he is safe." I rolled my eyes and followed her into her bedroom. 

"But Steve is going to be there. I think he is perfectly capable of watching Dustin and the other kids he babysits. I mean he hangs out with them every. day."

"I'TS NOT BABYSITTING." Dustin screeched from down the hall.

"I'TS THE SAME THING." I screeched back. My mom glared at me.

"Okay one, stop yelling please, and two, that's a lot of stress to put on Steve and he is a very nice boy. Who knows, maybe you could have some fun?" I furrowed my brows at her.

"One, Steve is not a nice boy he is a dick wad, and two-"

"Language Y/n." 

"And two, he chose the babysitting life not me. I shouldn't have to go." 

"OH MY GOD HE IS NOT MY BABYSITTER." I went to yell back but my mom interjected before I could.

"Don't yell, I just said that." I put my hands up in defense. 

"I'd rather rip my intestines out of my butthole, than go camping." She groaned at my description of self mutilation and narrowed her eyes at me.

"Okay really?" I shrugged. 

"That's actually impossible.." I looked at my brother in the door frame.

"ThAt'S aCtUaLlY iMpOsSiBlE." I mocked him. 

"Oh that's very mature of you." He said back to me. 

"I'll punch you in the face." I said back, emotionless. 

"Do it, I dare you." I rolled up up my sleeves and ran at him, he screeched running away and through the living room. 

"Oh Y/N don't-" I heard my mom start to talk but I was out of the room before I could hear the rest of her sentence. I chased Dustin into the kitchen, then the dining room, then the living room where we ran circles around the coffee table and finally I jumped over it and ran towards him. He screamed again and jumped over the couch, opening the front door and running out. I jumped over the couch as well, and just as I was running through the door my up held fist collided with someone's face, but it was not Dustin's. 

In front of me stood the one and only, Steve Harrington. He was holding his nose and groaning. My eyes went wide and I sat shocked looking at his blood covered fingers. I slowly lowered my hand, placing it at my side. He opened one eye and looked at me. 

"Nice to see you Y/n." I shyly laughed. 

"Yeah, you too." He nodded slightly and Dustin came up beside him. 

"I cannot believe you just punched Steve in the face. You are a monster." I glared at him. 

"That was meant for you, stupid." I looked back and Steve and winced at the amount of blood coming from his nose. 

"How about you follow me inside and I'll have my mom clean you up." He nodded and slowly started walking towards the house. Dustin started to follow and I quickly jetted my leg out and watched as he tripped and face planted. I let out a snort and followed Steve, hearing Dustin groan behind me. 

My mom cleaned up Steve's nose as I packed my camping back. I clearly have no choice but to go unfortunately.  I zipped shut my bag and looked through my mirror at Steve who was sitting in my doorframe, he smiled at me and I smiled back.