𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | Steve Harrington x Reader

XLI - Scoops Troop

"Your love, lifting me higher..." I sing quietly, letting the wind flow through my hair and tapping my fingers on my thighs with the beat of the song, as a I sit next to Steve in the passenger seat of the Toddfather, with the dark features of the night filling my senses.

I feel Steve's gaze on me as I happily hum and sing along to the song playing on the radio, I feel my face growing warm and I can't help but think too deeply about the boy beside me. Unfortunately, my thoughts soon turn towards Nancy and the other group of kids, causing my stomach to churn with worry, and my fingers to begin picking at my nails in my lap. Steve, however, notices my anxiety and places his hand on my thigh, close to my knee, and begins to rub it reassuringly. This gesture instantly brings me comfort, and I smile before turning my gaze back forward and continuing my humming, feeling at peace for a moment, as we continue our journey to Cerebro.

"Jesus, how far is this place, man?" Steve shakes his head, as he continues to drive us through the night, turning around to face my brother for a moment, before returning his gaze to the road.

"Relax, we're almost there." Dustin rolls his eyes, with an annoyed sigh.

"Suzie must be pretty special, huh?" Robin asks louder than her normal voice, considering the loud, swirling wind and the music on the radio making it hard to hear, as she turns to my brother with a smirk, "I mean, if you built this thing and lugged it all the way to the middle of nowhere just to talk to her."

"I mean, nobody's scientifically perfect..." Dustin replies simply, turning to Robin as a small all-consuming, very familiar smile makes it's way onto his face, "But Suzie's about as close to being perfect as any human could possibly be."

"She sound made-up to me." Erica shrugs, before leaning forward with raised eyebrows, towards Steve and I, gesturing between the two of us, "She sound made-up to you?"

"Erica." I hiss, whipping my head around to send a sharp glare to the girl, before glancing over to my brother, sending him a soft smile, "She's real. I know she's real."

"Steve?" Erica purses her lips before turning her full attention to the boy next to me, whose focus remains solely on the road.

I shift my body in Steve's direction, raising my eyebrows and nodding towards my brother, who's waiting patiently in the back seat for a response. Steve glances back at me nervously, searching for the right words to say or response to give. After a moment of indecision, he gives up and turns his attention back to the road in front of him, focusing on getting us where we need to go.

"Why are you hesitating, Steve?" Dustin asks accusingly, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes at my best friend, who now looks absolutely terrified.

"I'm—I'm— I'm not!" Steve denies loudly and stutters nervously, as he adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, causing my brother to look at him weirdly, "I'm not! I think she sounds real. You know, totally, absolutely real."

"Left." Dustin says abruptly, breaking the awkward silence that loomed over the group for a brief moment, "Turn left."

"There's no road here." Steve snaps, slightly irritated with my brother.

"Turn left now!" Dustin shouts firmly, causing my eyes to widen, as Steve pulls his hand off my thigh and whips the steering wheel to the left.

"Jesus!" Steve shouts, and I grab the side of the door for stability, as we make our way through the grassy hill the kids and I once trudged up, "Hang on!"

♪ Higher and higher ♪

"Woah!" Steve cries, attempting to control the swerving car, before turning towards my brother for a brief moment, "Henderson, where are we going!?"