Tension (Steve Harrington)

Chap. 42; The Case of the Evil Russins Invading Indiana

Steve and Dustin were peering over some of the face mall shubs. Lauren slowly walked up behind them quietly even though she wouldn't have been heard in the loud all anyway. "What am I even looking for, man."

"Evil Russians."

"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like."

"Tall, blond, not smiling." This si when Lauren stuck her head in between the two.

"I didn't know Walt was a Russian spy." They both looked do the girl.

"What?"

"Walt, a Russian? He's tall and blond." Dustin's eyes widened, and then he looked past Lauren to Steve.

"How long have you known him?" Lauren's eyes narrowed. He had known him just as long as her.

"Long enough to know he's a hard-core American. Man bleeds red white and blue."

"Maybe that's what he wants you to think. Turn around." She directed his head back to looking around while rubbing his head despite the cap. Steve wrapped an arm around her waist. "Hi." She said with a smile.

"Hi." Lauren leaned over and kissed him.

"I like you on your knees." Steve looked intrigued with a large dork like smile.

"Oh, you do?" He teased. Both older teens ignored the audible gag and came from Dustin.

"Yeah. I do."

"You two Russians." Dustin said, pulling Lauren to her knees with them to in the srubs.

"Right. "Russins." Dustin dropped the binoculars to look at the girl clearly.

"They're real Lo." The boy whined. When he realized he did so, he pulled his shoulder back. "As much as you and me." He said in a deep voice defensivly. Lauren couldn't help but look at the boy confused. Then she looked to steve lazily, pointing at the Dustin.

"Is you." Steve shook his head. "What's up matcho man Dustin?" She ruffeled his hair, so Dustin's hand shot up and pushed her hands away.

"Lo, stop." Dustin said again in a whiny squicky voice.

"There's my Dusty." She smiled, Steve chuckled, and Dustin rolled his eyes, pulling the binoculars back up to his face. Lauren tried to grab them. "Can I use those bifocals real quick." Dustin again dropped the binoculars, looking at her like she was crazy. "Oh, relax, it's a joke. Can I see the binoculars." She said, making Dustin didn't correct her like he always does.

After sitting and looking at nothing but regular mall goers, they looked and looked to find anything "inrussianing," and Dustin called it instead of incriminating. A whole lot of nothing was turning up, and for lack of a better word, it made Lauren feel good, better. Russians were the last thing she wanted or needed right now. Lauren felt a hand on her shoulder. "Lauren?" When she turned, she saw John a boy from her Trigonometry class and every math class she's taken prior in her life, post moving to Hawkins, of course.

Lauren's head looked to the boys whose attention was grabbed as well as she was getting up. "Oh, no hope he's not a Russian." Lauren teased the boys, waving her arms hands softly, informing them of the faces. When she looked to John, he had a smile on his face.

"Russian?" Lauren couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Something that little dork has concocted, I don't know?" She shurgged her eyes, drifting away from the boy rolling his eyes. Steve looked at the two with narrow eyes and wasn't going to look away he was curious. Unless he was told otherwise because it plain to see even to himself, he was whipped.