The Babysitters ♡ Steve Harrington

Episode 2

The next morning I had work. I wore my jeans, converse and black tank top. My dark green Family Video vest was on top with my name tag.

"You leaving, Athy?" Mom asked, seeing me tie my shoes.

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

There was a knock at the door and Mom opened it.

"Steve, come on in." Mom smiled, hugging my boyfriend.

"Miss. Henderson." Steve smiled.

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

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

"Oh, definitely." Mom nodded seriously.

"Mom." I whined a bit 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. He leaned over and kissed me. 

"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 everyday 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.

We picked up Robin and arrived at work. It was only us three on the schedule today.

"And then Vickie laughed. And it wasn't like a cheap, fake laugh either. It was like...it was a real, genuine laugh." Robin told us as Steve restocked the shelves. I sat on the counter.

"Of course she laughed. It's my Muppet joke. It's hilarious." Steve nodded.

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

"But?" I cut in, my eyes were still locked on my shoe. I was drawing on my converse.

"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 looked up and 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, leaning against the wall. "Oh, I'm hopeless."

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

"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 to pick up a tape. "Doctor Zhivago."

"Ugh, you know I don't do double VHS." Steve whined.

"Sounds like that doctor from last year." I told her.