The Babysitters ♡ Steve Harrington

Episode 2

Even on the first day of spring break...I had work. I wore a basic pair of jeans with my signature black tank top. On top of my tank top was my dark green Family Video rest with my name tag pinned on the right.

"You leaving, Athy?" Mom spoke up as I tied my shoes in the kitchen.

"Yep, Steve's picking me up for work." I nodded.

A knock echoed and Mom opened the door.

"Steve, come on in." Mom hugged my boyfriend.

"Miss. Henderson." Steve greeted.

"Dustin's still sleeping, I know he'd wanna say hello, but he hates when I wake him up on break." Mom explained.

"She's like that, too." Steve pointed at me.

"Oh, definitely." Mom nodded in agreement.

"Mom." I whined before standing and kissing her cheek. "Love you, I'll be home later."

"Love you, too. Bye, Steve." Mom waved.

"Bye." He waved, too.

We walked to the car and he opened the door for me.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"You're very welcome." Steve said as he rounded the car and sat in the driver's seat. With a pep in his step, he leaned over and kissed my lips.

"Good morning to you, too." I smiled.

"I hate waiting all week to see you at work." Steve drove towards Robin's house.

"You see me every day anyway." I shook my head with a smile as he placed his hand on my thigh.

"Not the same thing. Finally, a normal day at the store together." Steve smiled.

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The three of us were the only ones on schedule today.

Robin was telling Steve and I about her encounter with Vickie during the game last night. "And then Vickie laughed. And it wasn't like a cheap, fake laugh either. It was like...it was a real, genuine laugh."

Steve restocked the shelves as he replied. "Of course she laughed. It's my Muppet joke. It's hilarious."

"My point is that Vickie laughed and everything was just like...it was perfect." Robin continued.

"But?" I cut in, sitting on the counter as I watched them.

"But I'm having this problem where it's like...I should stop talking. I have said everything I need to say, but then I guess I get nervous and the words keep spilling out and it's like my...my brain is moving faster than my mouth or...or rather my...my mouth is moving faster than my brain." Robin rambled.

I nodded. "Yeah, you do that."

"I'm digging this hole for myself and I want to stop digging, I'm trying to stop, but I can't. And I'm doing it right now, aren't I?" Robin asked, looking over at Steve and I.

"Yeah, you are." Steve nodded.

Robin sighed loudly and leaned against the wall. "Oh, I'm hopeless."

"Don't say that. Something will work out." I added.

"When...in forty years?" Robin raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged.

"Do I have to spill red punch on her shoes or something?" Robin groaned.

Steve's head snapped up. "You should try that."

"I think I found our morning movie." Robin ignored him and ran off to pick up a tape. "Doctor Zhivago."