Y/N Henderson known as the girl next door. She didn't think much of the secrets that Hawkins, Indiana held deep in its creepy woods. All she needed was her best friends Hazel and Stella, the trio of Hawkins High School. Nothing happened in Hawkins...
We had successfully gotten Robin and Steve out of another room. I had to sit back with the two. Dustin, Stella, and Erica must've gotten me right before I was going to join Steve and Robin. I was grateful but hated seeing Robin and Steve's state. My boyfriend groaned and told Dustin to slow down on the vehicle we stole. "Yeah, what is this? The Indy 500," Robin compared. "It's the Indy 300," Steve corrected. "No, dingus, it's 500!" Robin said.
"It's 300!" Steve shot back.
I rolled my eyes. I gained some energy during our short ride, but my body still yelled at me to rest. We made it to the elevator of hell. Steve stayed glued to my side as we entered the elevator. "Hey there, pretty lady," Steve pressed up against me. "Hi, Steve," I greeted. While the room was moving back up, Steve thought riding the red carrier would be an excellent idea, while Robin moved him back and forth.
Stella and I watched, unsure of how to deal with this. It was like watching two toddlers. I've babysat toddlers before, but Robin and Steve seemed like toddlers on steroids. "Dude! You look like you're surfing!" Robin grinned. "They seem drunk," Stella pointed out. "Why would they be drunk?" Dustin glanced at me and Stella. Robin pulled the carrier, causing Steve to launch forward.
He landed on a stack of boxes. The cardboard boxes fell to the side at Steve's sudden weight. "Shit," I muttered. I rushed over to Steve. I tried to pull back his hair to check how dilated his eyes were. He seemed to be burning up. My brows rose at the sudden temperature. "He's really hot," I looked at the others behind me. "No, you're really hot, mama," Steve slurred. Stella joined my side and saw that Steve's eyes were dilated. She ran over to Robin to find the same thing.
Erica thought that the two of them might be drugged. Steve reached up and booped my nose, making a sound effect as he did. I moved his hand away. "Hey, Steve. Were you drugged?" I set two hands on either side of his face, making him look at me. He broke into a smile and tried to keep himself from laughing. "How many times, Dad? I don't do drugs; it's only marijuana," Steve replied.
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Stella held Robin by the arm, keeping her from going onto the carrier. Stella looked like a mother trying to prevent her child from escaping her side. "Steve, this isn't funny, okay? We need to know what they did to you," she said. He and Robin continued not to listen to us. It makes total sense if they were drugged.
"Steve, they'll be looking for us once we get upstairs. Do you remember where you parked the car?" I asked. "Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?" Steve ignored my statement. "You can have as much food as you want, but only if you tell me where your car is parked," I said. Steve pouted his lips when I spoke. He gritted his teeth in an embarrassed expression.
He said that car was off the table. "They took my keys, the Russians. They took my keys," Steve rummaged through his pockets. He pulled out the inside hem of the pockets. He smiled at me, reaching up to boop my nose again. I slapped his hand away. "Okay, we'll just take Y/N's car," Dustin said. "No, can do. Mom has it. Remember, we rode with Steve?" I said.
