𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight:
Steve's Perfect Medical Skills
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・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Ramona gagged, scrunching her nose up as she helped Lucas and Dustin dig through the trash. "Fucking gross. I can't believe I'm digging through garbage."

Ramona continued to mutter under her breath as she tossed pieces of trash to the side. She glanced at the shed where Nancy and Steve were, wondering what they were talking about. She hoped she wasn't hurting Steve any more. Ramona had just spent the past month trying to help Steve's heartbreak, trying to fix it. And in that process of trying to help him, she'd grown to realize that he wasn't that big of an asshole like she had previously thought. Steve Harrington was actually kind of cool, sometimes.

A year ago, hell, even two months ago, if you had told Ramona that she'd actually become friends with Steve, she would've laughed in your face.

Two months ago, she put up with the boy for Nancy. But today... today Ramona would willingly hang out with him. Not that she would inflate his ego by telling him that, of course.

"Hey.." Dustin muttered, gaining the attention of Lucas. "I'm-I'm sorry about... Dart.. and all. I guess I just thought that he was my real friend. I was wrong. I broke the rule of law.. so if you want your girlfriend to take over my spot in the party, I understand."

Ramona sat back, knitting her eyebrows together as she watched Lucas carefully, waiting for his reaction.

"She's not my girlfriend." Lucas said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I saw you two holding hands on the bus, Lucas." Dustin shook his head, blinking away the tears.

"She was just scared. Ramona was all over Steve and they're not dating." Lucas pointed out causing Ramona's jaw to drop as she turned to look at him.

"Watch it." She warned, pointing at him, causing Lucas to raise his hands in surrender. "I was not all over Harrington."

"Maybe.. but I could feel it." Dustin said sadly, tearing his eyes from the garbage.

"Feel what?"

"The electricity." Dustin said with a sigh, scooping up the newspapers and disappearing.

"What does he mean by that?" Lucas asked, turning his head to lock eyes with Ramona.

Ramona paused, pursing her lips. "Um.. you'll understand when you're older."

Lucas groaned, his shoulders slouching as he crossed his arms. "I hate it when you do that."

"I know."

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Ramona sat with her back against the wall, Steve's lighter in her hand as she mindlessly flicked it. Her eyes focused on Steve as he practiced swinging the bat at nothing. The white gauze around her arm caused a never ending itchy feeling that she was dying to relieve, but Steve had threatened to run them dry on their rootbeer float supplies if he messed up his 'oh-so perfect medical skills' as he liked to call it.

The sound of the swing made a subtle whooshing sound as Ramona watched the flames dance from the lighter.

"Thought you thought that was annoying?" Steve asked, leaning on the bat. Ramona jumped, closing the lighter as she looked up at him. A teasing smile played against his lips as he swung the bat to rest on his shoulder. "Or is only annoying when I do it?"