What do you think? I think you're an idiot. (Dustin Henderson x Reader)

7: Sleepover.

Y/n's pov

Dustin and I walked inside his house.

"Hi honey, oh, hi, y/n!" Dustin's mom said, as she was sitting on her couch with a glass of wine and was watching A nightmare on elm street.

"Hi, Mrs. Henderson." I smiled as Dustin hid the trap behind his back.

"How was trick or treating?" She asked as she pet Dustin's cat, mews.

"Good." Dustin said.

The creature made a weird noise.

"What did you say?" Mrs. Henderson asked, looking at Dustin.

"O-oh! I said my... ankle... hurts? Yeah I think I rolled it." Dustin said, extremely unsurely, trying to cover up the fact that we had a weird slimy creature in a ghostbusters trap.

"You probably rolled it when you... tripped." I added on to Dustin's lies.

"Ouch." Mrs. Henderson said with a sympathetic look to her son.

"Y/n is sleeping over, just so you know." Dustin said.

"Alright, have fun! Don't stay up too late, and there's some chips in the kitchen but I don't expect you need them with all of the candy you now have." Mrs. Henderson said with a chuckle.

"Okay, thank you!" I said with a smile as Dustin was basically bouncing on the spot from wanting to see the creature.

"Oh, anything for you dear." Mrs. Henderson said with a big smile as she looked confused and slightly concerned at her son who looked like he majorly had to use the washroom.

"Night mom!" Dustin said as we walked down the hall.

"Night dusty, and y/n!" His mom called back.

"Dusty, huh?" I snickered.

Dustin rolled his eyes playfully, though he couldn't hold back a smile.

We entered his room, turning completely serious at the task on hand.

"Uhh, could you take Yurtle out of his tank?" Dustin asked as he held the trap at arms length away from himself.

I walked over to his turtle tank.

"Sorry, buddy. Temporary eviction." I said to the animal as I gently took him out of his tank.

I put him on the floor and Dustin opened the trap over the tank where the creature fell out and ran behind a rock.

"What. The. Hell." I said slowly, peering into the glass tank where the slimy little guy was.

Dustin ran over to his pillow case that was full of candy and pulled out a three musketeers bar.

He unwrapped it and broke it into little pieces, throwing one into the tank.

"It's okay, buddy." Dustin said.

The creature emerged from behind the rock before it recoiled, looking as if it had gotten burnt.

I reached up and turned off the heat lamp that Dustin had for Yurtle.

"You don't like the heat, do you little guy?" I asked the creature.

The creature came out again and sniffed the piece of nougat before eating it in one bite.

"Looks like we aren't the only ones who like three musketeers." I said to Dustin while he smiled warmly at me before tossing the rest of pieces of three musketeers into the tank.

I walked over to Dustin's bed while the creature munched away.

I flopped down onto his covers, that smelled amazing if I do say so myself, and laid down with all of my limbs stretched out.

"What the hell did we just get ourselves into." I asked, staring up at the white ceiling.

"I have no idea, but we have to tell the rest of the party, and maybe even Max." Dustin said.

"I don't get what Mike's problem with her is." I said.

"I think he just thinks she's replacing Eleven." Dustin offered, still watching the creature eat.

"Plus, Lucas definitely has a crush on her, so it's basically like the situation we had between them with Eleven." I said.

"Yeah, and remember how that went? Will was missing, El ran away and Lucas went rogue, while Mike just moped the whole time and everybody was mad or sad except us. We basically had to patch the party back together ourselves." Dustin said.

I lightly chuckled.

"I've just thought of the perfect name for him." Dustin said out of the blue, walking over to me as I sat up.

"Who?" I asked.

"Slimy little lizard guy over there." Dustin confirmed.

"Oh. What's the name?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Dartagnan." Dustin said with a smile, referring to one of the actual three musketeers.

"That's perfect!" I said, snapping my fingers and pointing at him, while nodding my head.

"And we can call him dart for short!" I said, walking over to the tank where dart was making a weird noise.

"Genius!" Dustin said, making me giggle.

"Uhh, Dustin?" I asked, peering into the tank.

"What?" Dustin asked as he sat down on the end of his bed.

"Was he always this big?" I asked, looking at the slightly bigger dart, who seemed to be looking back at me, even though he had no eyes.

"What?" Dustin asked, standing up and walking over to me.

"Holy shit. No." He said, looking into the glass enclosure.

"Well shit! How many more times is he gonna moult?!" I asked, looking at the bit of slimy skin laying on the bottom of the tank.

"No clue." Dustin replied.

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