❝i fell in love today, there aren't many words you can say that could ever get my mind to change, she's enough for me, she's in love with me.❞
flawless - the neighborhood
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"You see anything?"
Steve Harrington sat crouched behind a bright green plant in Starcourt Mall next to Dustin Henderson. Their mission was to find anyone who looked suspiciously Russian. What they were going to do when they actually found said Russian? Well, they hadn't exactly thought of that yet.
"Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for." Steve mumbled from behind a large pair of black binoculars, the curly haired boy next to him huffing out an answer. "Evil Russians."
"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like." Steve's eyes swiveled towards the neon lights of a store, panning down onto the familiar form of his girlfriend, smiling unknowingly as she helped a customer. "Tall, blond, not smiling."
Steve hummed, the smallest of smiles on his lips as he watched Cassie snort at something her coworker mumbled to her. "Also look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing."
"Right, okay, duffel bags," Steve replied, reluctantly moving the binoculars up and away from the curly-haired girl that managed to make his heart race without even being near him.
He landed on Anna Jacobi cuddling up to Mark Lewinsky on the upper floor of the mall. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
Dustin twisted his head towards Steve, excited. "What?"
"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky."
Dustin groaned in annoyance at the older teen. "If you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars. And why do you care anyways? Cass is your soulmate."
Steve shrugged, a light dusting of blush on his cheeks because he knew the kid was right. "Okay, yeah, but whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench."
"Dude, you really wanna talk about standards when you're with someone who's way too cool for you?"
Steve put down the binoculars in a flash, glaring at the younger kid. "You think Cass is too cool for me?"
Dustin gave him a blank look, before deciding the conversation was over and tugging away the binoculars from around Steve's neck. "Give me those."
Steve protested, shrugging the cord from around his neck so the kid didn't choke the life out of him. "I just don't get why you're judging other couples when you've already found your soulmate."
Steve looked at Dustin, ignoring the thoughts running around his head and mumbled, "You need to stop throwing that word around, kid."
Dustin continued to gaze through the binoculars, "I'm just saying, not even Nancy Wheeler would've tried to crack a secret Russian code instead of enjoying her summer like a normal person."
