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+Chapter Eighteen+

Season 2^^^^^^^^
(pg-13 content is mentioned later in the chapter)

"Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch! Another stupid penny."

"Dusty, watch it! You almost hit Mews..." I hear our mother whine.
"Can I please check under your cushion?"
"Dusty!-"
"Mom! Please it's an emergency!"
"Ai!" She complains
"Aiiii!" He draws out, mocking her.
I was about to go out and Intervine, when suddenly, my door burst open.

Dustin then yells something incoherent because he's talking so fast.
"What?"
"Do you have any quarters?!"
"I don't have any quarters!"
"Yes, you do!" He says, shoving me aside.
He then opens my top drawer, my underwear drawer, and starts throwing everything all about.
"Dustin, get out of my room!"
"Aha!" He finds a jar and snatches about 19 quarters. Which isn't even a quarter of my stock.(get it?)
"Leave!"
"Okay, thank you, byee!"
"Mmhm." I hum sarcastically after he left.

Dustin's POV!
"Lucas, you copy? I've got 20 quarters. What's your haul?"
"Take your puny haul and multiply it by three."
"How?" I say, dejected realizing he has $15 to go to an arcade.
"While you were scrounging around like a homeless bum, I mowed Old Man Humphrey's lawn."
"Old Man Humphrey's got that kinda cash?"
"Just call Mike already."
"You call Mike."
"I have to go take a shower from doing real work, like a man. Over and out."
I sigh and call Mike.

Y/n POV!

In the middle of cleaning my room I hear knocks on my door. Praying it's not Dustin coming to mess up my room again, I tell the mystery person to come in. It's Steve.

"Oh, hi Steve." I smile.
"Hi...am- am I interrupting something? C-cause I can come back later if that's b-better..." He says, looking from my hands to my eyes. I chuckle a little, now realizing what he means. I'm standing in a dimly lit room, with underwear in my hands, it's not a very good look.

"No, Steve, you're not interrupting anything. Dustin came in and trashed my room looking for quarters."
"Oh, he told me that he was going to the arcade."
"Hmm. Anyway take a seat." I gesture pointing to my bed.
He takes a seat picking up a bra and handing it to me.
"I thought I might be doing this in a different context..." he whispered, I don't think he knows I heard him, so I pretend I didn't.

"Bye, mom, I'm leaving! Love you!" I hear from my moms room.
About 5 seconds later, rapid knocks pound on my door.
"Go away!" I yell knowing, this time, that it's Dustin.
"Bye, Y/n, love you!" I hear through my door. He's not normally this sweet, then again I did just 'give' him $4 and 75¢.
"Bye, Dustin, love you. Have fun!"
"Awww, you love me?" He says, voice cracking.
"Shut up and go away." Steve giggles at our interaction.

"Don't laugh, it's not funny."
"Sorry." Steve chuckles, putting his hands up in defense. I finish putting the last of the undergarments away.

"Wanna watch a movie?" I ask.
"Sure." He says. We head out to the living room. With spooky season moments away, We watch Halloween.

(You know, the movie with the kid who kills his sister, gets put in a mental hospital, escapes as an adult and goes on a murder spree? Also, apologies in advance if u wanted more of a masc y/n)

I hear it's a great movie, except, I don't like scary movies. We get to that point where the main character, Laurie, is in the closet. Not like that.

As Laurie goes in the closet, I know a jump scare is coming so I try to brace myself, scooting a little closer to Steve, who has both his hands
in his lap leaning against the back of the couch.