Stevey Boy's Girl

002

Y/N POV.

Hawkings Indiana 1987
Just kidding

Next day.

Wednessday

I reluctantly went to work.

I did not want to go and spend hours alone with Steve Harrington and maybe a few other customers.

Another random worker was there but nobody special.

Steve came shortly after me dressed up in black jeans and a black shirt with a leather black jacket.

He was wearing sunglasses for who knows what reason.

"Your late" I say throwing a cloth at him.
"Geez little lady calm down," he says.

"No, I will not- Wait what did you just call me?"

"Little Lady" Steve repeats.
"But... I'm not little" I say.

He walks over to me.

I don't know how tall you are so three possible things could happen.

1: He towers over me and reaches down to put a hand on my head.
"Damn your even littler than I thought" he says then ruffles my hair and walks away.

2: Were about the same size.
He looks at me. "Well... Your still little lady to me" he says ruffling my hair.

3: I am a little taller than him.
"Damn... They should call you the B.F.G... Wait no the B.A.G. The big angry giant" He ruffles my hair.

I ruffle his hair back.
I expected it to look messy after that but it goes back to the way it was.

"Do you use a whole tub of gel on your hair or something?" I ask.

He winks at me and goes to the customer that enters the cafe.

"Welcome to Hawkings La Cafe. Here we serve you the very best of drinks and remember this is not just a cafe but also a restaurant so you can order some yummy scrummy food"
 
He hands the man a Menu.

The man sits down and shortly after a man (The same )(**(^^&*%(&%&%£& as yesterday)
Walks inside and sits down.

He is not a regular customer but none of us like him and by that I mean Steve me and Robin.

"You can either sit down and order or get out," Steve says crossing his arms.
The man sits down and looks at his Menu.

"Excuse me ma'am" he says. Mr Moustache we'll call him for now.
"What?" I say annoyed.

"Can I get the spaghetti and meatballs?"
"We're out," Steve says.

"Oh, then the garlic bread?"

"We're also out," Steve says.

"Then the soup," Mr Moustache says hopefully.
"We're out," I say this time.

"Then whatever you have left" he says not wanting to name everything on the menu.
Steve walks out of the room he returns with a cup.

The man drinks it after Steve gives it then spits it out.

"Disgraceful What in the world was that?" Mr Moustache asks.

"Water," Steve says taking the cup back.
"More like poison I knew there was something wrong with your taps" Mr Moustache says.

"Oh no, you're mistaken... This is not from the tap I would never serve you tap water that is disgraceful" Steve says like he really means it. "It's from the fresh flowing toilet"

Mr Moustache's mouth drops.

"What?" he says in shock.

"Don't worry we wash it... Once a year" I say joining in.

Mr Moustache gets up with his back and his drawing book or whatever and runs out of the cafe.
Steve and I laugh.

Although it was a good joke the other customer leaves too.

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Steve POV.

"HEY, TRICHOPHILIA BOY COME GET THIS NICE COUPLE SOME COFFEE AND FISH AND CHIPS... ALSO SOME FOR BOTH THEIR CHILDREN AND TWO CUPS OF JUICE" You shouted at me.

I was in the kitchen trying to heat up the chips.

Yes, we cook out fish and chips the day before and if they don't sell out we give it away which I think is just a publicity stunt.

Whoa whoa did I just think that?

I did I thought something smart.
I smile to myself.

"Steve," You say staring at me.
I turn to you.

"You know your on fire right," you say smiling.

I smile back.
"A compliment from you... You don't know how much that-"

"No I mean your jacket is catching fire"

I realised what you meant and took the jacket off.

"Thanks," I say.
Throwing my jacket in the sink.

You helped me heat up the chips then together we served it to the couple with the two kids.

After a lot of running around cleaning and serving drinks and food, it was time to close the store.

"Closing time" the person who barely helped us said.

You and I nodded and left.
"Oh crap I forgot my bag" you said.

"I will get it for you," I say.

You shake your head and enter the cafe by yourself.

I follow behind you hoping this could be the chance we get along.
Suddenly when we reached the kitchen the lights turned off.

You turned around and jumped back.

"Steve you creep don't sneak up on people"

"Let's go," I say and you nod.
But when we tried to leave the door was locked.

You tried it again and so did I.

"Steve Harrington, what did you do?" You ask.
I shrug since I didn't do anything at least I don't think so.

"Crap she locked us out," You say.

"Why?" I asked confused.
"She probably thought we had gone home already and locked up for us"

"So were locked in the dark at the place we work... Together" I say and you nod.
"That's great now we can get to know each other" I say.

You shake your head at me.

"First of all I am not that bad and second it's not that hard to do it's quite a lot of fun actually"

Y/N POV.

I groaned as Steve went on and on and on about himself.

"Shut up Steve... Just for a minute" I say annoyed.

"Why?" he asks.
"Because Steve because I can't stand you anymore. Yeah, your handsome and nice and pretty and kind and beautiful and sometimes funny and good-looking, But you're also very annoying" I say.

Steve smiles.

"What is wrong with you?" I ask.

"You like me... Don't you" he asks with a smirk.
"What no. Why would you think that?"

"You called me Handsome and Pretty and Beautiful and Good-Looking," he says.

I blink.
Out of all that I just said... That is the only thing he hears.

I walk to a couch you can sit while you wait for your food and lie down.

"What are you doing?"
"Sleeping so I don't have to spend any time with you" I reply.

"Why because you like me?" he asks.

"Say that one more time and I will... Punch you in the face" I threaten.
"You wouldn't dare," he says.

I walk over to him.

"Yes, I would," I say standing in front of him.
I cross my arms and the most shocking thing happens.

WHAT HAPPENED? TELL ME AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH