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

7: Im missing collar bones, not eyes.

Y/n's pov

Steve, Dustin and I watched from the car as Max rung the doorbell.

We were currently parked across the street from Mrs. Kelly, the school councillor's, house.

We watched as Max walked through the doorway, glancing back at us before the door shut behind her.

"Okay." Steve spoke. "She's in."

"I'm missing collar bones, not eyes." Dustin said from where he sat in the passenger seat, making me chuckle.

"So." Dustin broke the silence. "We gonna talk about... it?" He asked.

"Uh- sorry?" Steve looked over at Dustin. "Talk about what?" He asked.

"Your temporary insanity earlier when you basically threw yourself at Nance?" Dustin recalled.

"Yeah, Steve. You were ogling her big time when she walked away." I nodded with pursed lips, leaning over the center console from the back seat to see the two of them better.

"I was not ogling." Steve shook his head.

"You were totally ogling." I said.

"Was not." He said defensively.

"You were." Dustin chimed in.

"Ogling." I spoke simply.

"Okay, first of all, that's not what happened." Steve said.

"Pretty sure that's what happened." Dustin said. "It was pretty public."

"There were like a lot of witnesses." I said.

"Are you implying that I still have a thing for Nance?" Steve asked loudly.

"No." I shook my head. "I'm not implying it. I'm stating it."

"And as it relates to your steadfast refusal to date Robin, it's pretty much the only logical explanation." Dustin nodded.

"That's not the only one." Steve sighed. "And as for Nance.... I was just trying to... protect a friend." Steve struggled to find the right answer.

Dustin continued nodding with a smirk.

"A friend, Henderson." Steve stated firmly.

"Oh yeah, a 'friend' like how Dustin and I are friends?" I asked smugly.

"No, what? A friend!" Steve defended, starting to go a bit red. "A friend, Henderson, okay?"

"Okay." Dustin nodded doubtfully.

"I don't want to find her in the morning with her eyes sucked out of the front of her skull by this Vecna creep!" He shouted.

Dustin laughed. "You're Like bright red in the face right now."

"No I'm not." Steve said. "I don't want to talk about it, I'll punch you so hard in your face that your teeth'll fall back out."

"Woah." Dustin's laughter dropped to seriousness. "Too far."

"Not cool." Steve said.

"Not cool." I shook my head with pursed lips, patting Dustin's arm.

"Sorry." Steve apologized.

"It's okay." Dustin shrugged lightly.

Steve nodded and they both fist bumped.

And then, the long wait began.

——

"Hey Steve, does having a moustache make your upper lip more sweaty, or does it like shade your lip?" I asked turning down so I was laying upside down on the center console.

"Uh- well I barely have a moustache so I don't really know, but I mean, probably make it more sweaty because you know, there's hair there." He said, looking at me weirdly.

"Yeah I guess that makes sense." I nodded.

——

"Hey Dust?" I turned around and looked up at him.

"Yes, Y/n/n?" He looked down at me lovingly.

"Okay, question, if you had to pick between chocolate pudding and me, what would you choose?" I asked.

"You. It'd always be you. I'd much rather never have chocolate pudding again then not get to spend my life with you." He said.

"Aww. I love you." I smiled, leaning up to peck his lips.

"I love you too." He smiled his goofy smile.

Steve cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Sorry, Steve, forgot you were here." I laughed.

——

"Wait wait wait." I said, putting my hand up.

"Writing stuff down is nerdy?" Dustin asked. "What do you do?" He asked Steve.

"I just forget stuff like a cool person." Steve said with a highly defensive face.

——

We watched as Max walked quickly out the door, glancing behind her.

"Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes." Steve muttered.

"What part of, 'missing collar bones not eyes' don't you understand?" I asked the older boy rhetorically.

Max got in the car beside me, and I leaned back I to my seat.

"Hey. How was it?" I asked as she sat down next to me.

"What'd she say?" Dustin asked.

"Nothing, just drive." She said quickly.

"Wha-nothing?" Steve asked, confused.

"Steve, drive!!" Max shouted hastily.

"Okay! Okay." Steve said, putting the car into drive and speeding off down the road.

"What happened in there...?" I asked.

Max held up a pair of keys labeled 'office.'

"Theft." She shrugged.

"Okay, cool, just checking." I nodded with a smile.

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