••••• "Don't don't you want me? / You know I can't believe it when you say that you don't need me" •••••
"This might be the stupidest thing I've ever gotten myself involved in, but I'm in."
In which Steve Harrington and Kimberly Henderson go from be...
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Other than getting the freedom to talk over the radio waves, Kim loved the Squawk because it had become the unofficial gathering place for all her friends. Apparently being confined to one small, midwestern town had made Kim, Steve, Robin, Jonathan, and Nancy a pretty tight knit group.
Jonathan and Nancy had arrived at the Squawk shortly after the technical difficulties had started. The group was looking around frantically for the manual Dustin had told them to find without much luck.
"I swear to God," Robin groaned, slamming another drawer shut. "This stupid thing does not exist."
"Can someone try Dustin again?" Jonathan asked.
"He turned off his walkie," Kim replied, lips pressed together in a tight line.
"What's up with him lately?" Nancy asked from where she was scavenging in boxes on the floor.
"Don't even get me started," Steve rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, please don't," Kim called from by the filing cabinets.
"Hey! Got it!" Nancy exclaimed, triumphantly holding the technical manual in the air. She slammed the massive binder down on one of the desks, the rest of the friends gathering around her while she flipped through the table of contents.
"Wait, wait, wait, there it is," Steve pointed, stopping Nancy from turning past the page. "Remote radio head."
"Radio head, huh," Kim tilted her head to the side. "That kind of sounds like it would make a good band name.
Jonathan -- the other massive music geek in the group -- shot her a confused look. "What?'
Robin shook her head, moving on from Kim's random comment. "And, uh, where exactly are we gonna find this remote thingamajig?"
•••••
The group walked outside the Squawk and down the small slope until they were standing under the imperious radio tower.
"I don't see it," Kim said, neck craned back to see the top of the tower.
"It's up there somewhere," Nancy sighed. "It's gotta be."
"So, I guess somebody's gotta climb to the tippy top of this bad boy and..." Robin made a screwing in noise.
"Without a harness or anything it seems kind of dangerous," Nancy pointed out.
"Well, it's a good think I love dangerous things," Kim grinned. She took off her oversized pinstripe blazer and threw it at Steve, leaving her in only her U2 band tee and baggy jeans.
Steve caught her blazer, slinging it over his shoulder. "Uh, Kim, you sure about this?"
"What?" she smirked, walking backward towards the towers control shed so she could cut the power. "You think I can't handle it, Harrington?"
