••••• "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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"Oh, yeah," Steve sighed, looking around the junkyard at the top of the hill. "Yeah, this will do. This will do just fine. Good call, dude."
Dustin smiled at the praise from the boy that was quickly becoming his idol.
The trio looked up when Lucas yelled something incomprehensible, waving at them.
"Who's that?" Steve asked, nodding at the red head next to Lucas.
"Oh, I think that might be Dusty's little crush, Maxine," Kim teased her little brother. "I like her hair. It's even better than Steve's."
"Hey! No one has better hair than me," Steve argued.
"Yeah, okay, loser," Kim said, rolling her eyes and pushed him forward. "Let's get to work. We don't have much time until it's dark out."
•••••
Once they had boarded up the bus, surrounded the area in gasoline, and done anything else they could think of to protect themselves against the demogorgon, Kim and Steve lay on top of the bus.
"You scared?" Steve asked her as they watched the sun sink below the horizon.
"No way," Kim lied. "Last year we fought a full grown one, remember? This time it'll just be the one little baby and we're more prepared."
He looked over at her, knowing she was just putting on a brave face, but he didn't want to call her out for it. The way the setting sun made her skin glow entranced him. It was the most beautiful thing he had seen in all his life.
"Max seems cool," Kim said, breaking him out of his reverie. "I get why Dust would like her."
He nodded absentmindedly, still watching the sun dance across her skin. "Hey, did you really mean that advice you gave Dustin? Do girls really like that stuff?"
"I mean, most girls do. I do," she added the last part quietly, but Steve still heard her.
"I guess you're right," he chuckled. "I really don't know anything about what girls actually like."
"Maybe you could use my advice to get back with Nance," Kim suggested, caring about Steve's happiness more than her own.
"I don't think I really want to get back together with Nancy," he looked over at her again, trying to gauge her reaction.
"Oh," Kim said quietly, feeling a blush creep across her face. "So, who's the next Steve Harrington victim?"
He laughed. "I don't know. I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me back though."
Kim raised her eyebrows. "I didn't think anyone could turn down King Steve with all that Farrah Fawcett spray in his hair."
"I'm never gonna live that down, am I?" he chuckled.
