Basic Instinct [stranger things]

60. Runaways

CHAPTER SIXTY
RUNAWAYS

Kimmy, Dustin and Erica finally made it to the movie theatre, Dustin insisting that this would be the best place for the group to hide incase the two guards came looking for them.

Kimmy was sat next to Erica pretending to watch the screen ahead of her as she waited for Dustin to leave the three drugged teens at the opposite end of the front row from where she was sat and come over to where Kimmy and Erica had a seat saved for him.

The brunette could not focus on anything, the words Aaron had told her no more than twenty minutes before replaying in her mind on a constant loop.

Of course she was glad the boy liked her, but she knew she could only take what he had said with a grain of salt, he had been blurting stuff for the past few hours. Stuff that he didn't mean or that he hadn't meant to say.

The girl was afraid to do something about it once he was sober only to realise he didn't actually remember saying anything and that he actually hadn't meant any of it.

Kimmy forced herself to get a grip, shaking her head as she took a breath, pushing down her fears and feelings as she forced herself to focus on the movie playing in front of her.

Her brows raised as she looked to the screen, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she realised the movie playing was the same movie she was supposed to see with Aaron the night before. Even in her attempt to distract herself from the boy ended up pulling her back to him.

Dustin sighed as he took a seat next to Kimmy, the boy completely stressed out as he squeezed his eyes shut in frustration before turning and whispering to Kimmy.

"Okay, it's official," he whispered, deadly serious as he spoke. "I'm never having kids."

Kimmy was more than glad that the boy had turned to talk to her, distracting her from her current troubles without even realising it.

"Well, if it's official you better make sure Suzie's on board with that decision." Kimmy teased the boy, smiling to him as she spoke.

"Shut up." Dustin retorted, clearly no longer serious as Kimmy watched his cheeks turn red.

"What are we doing here?" Erica asked perplexed Dustin, leaning over Kimmy to whisper to the boy.

"We're laying low." Dustin whispered in response, checking behind him to make sure that the two men with guns who had been chasing him weren't anywhere in the move theatre. "Cooling off. Like Oswald."

"Oswald was found in a theatre and shot to death." Erica remarked, raising her brows at Dustin as she did so.

Dustin scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he retaliated to her remark. "Yeah, a week later."

"The point is, his plan didn't work." Erica told the boy, calmer than she had been previously, simply stating a fact.

"Only because it was a setup." Dustin argued, Kimmy growing tired of the two going back and forth as they literally leaned over her to talk to each other.

"What?" Erica asked, clearly confused.

"He was just a patsy." Dustin rolled his eyes, Erica scoffing in response as she scrunched her face up.

She looked to the boy blankly for a moment before speaking up in a blunt tone. "Tell me you're joking."

Kimmy flinched as the woman sat behind her leaned forward to shush Dustin and Erica, the brunette sinking into her seat due to embarrassment when both Dustin and Erica snapped around and shushed the woman in her face.