girls (fem reader × robin buckley)

evil Russians

once again, i get woken up by an annoying little cousin, saying we're going to be late. but no, we we're so early. little brat. we open, and Erica is like the second customer, Robin is trying to translate the rest of the Russian, while i try to deal with Erica. "ahoy!" Erica yells, and continues to ring the bell. i sigh, and finally look at her, she continues to ring the bell, then stops, "i'd like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl, please." she says with a smile. i smile back, "no. no more samples today." her smile quickly fades, "why not?" i continue to smile, "because you're abusing our company policy."

i can see she's getting fed up, "where's the sailor man?" she says looking around, i turn to Robin, and turn back, "sorry, he can't help you. he's busy." i laugh to myself a little, "busy with what?" Erica demands, "spycraft." she scoffs and walks out with her group. i laugh, "hey Robin, figure any of it out yet?" i ask while slinging my arm around her shoulders. she sighs, "not yet y/n, honestly its kinda disappointing." i tut, "shame." i shrug and unwrap my arm, she frowns, "what?" i ask her, "nothing." she says as she fakes a smile. "no, somethings up, but ok." i say to her as i turn back around to the counter.
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*DUSTIN'S POV*
Steve has the binoculars and we're trying to find evil Russians. he looks around, "see anything?" i ask as i grow impatient. "uh, i guess i dont totally know what im looking for." he says as he continues to look around, i look at him in disbelief, "evil Russians." i say, because its obvious. "yeah, exactly. i dont know what an evil Russian looks like." he tells me, "tall, blonde, not smiling." i tell him, "havent you seen movies?" "mm-hmm?" he mumbles, "also look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing." i say while i turn to him.

"right, ok, duffel bags." he says as he turns to look in the right, "oh, you've got to be kidding me." he says as he looks at something, i turn to him excited, "what?" "Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky." he says in disbelief, i scoff, worst spy ever. "if you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars." i say reaching for the binoculars. "aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards? i mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench." he yells, "dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?" i yell as i take the binoculars, "stop, hey, stop" he mumbles, "give me those." i demand. "besides i dont even know why you're looking at girls. you have the perfect two in front of you." i say as i look through the binoculars.

"seriously if you say Robin or y/n again-" he gets cut off by me, "Robin, y/n." "no, don't. no" he says trying to get me to stop saying Robin and y/n. "stop, no, no, no." "robin, y/n, y/n, robin, robin, y/n." i say as i look at him, "robin." "no." "y/n." "no!" he exclaims. "no, man, they're not my type." i look at him in disbelief, "they're not even...in the ballpark of what my type is, all right?" i look back in the binoculars, "well number one, y/n is my cousin so watch it, and i distinctly remember you having a crush on her, and number two, whats your type again? not awesome?" i say while once again looking back at Steve.

he nods, "ok well i never had a crush on y/n, and thank you." he says sarcastically, "you did, whenever we we're trying to find dart, you we're staring at her with heart eyes, and hm, you're welcome." i say while giving him a fake smile, i look back into the binoculars, "for your information, they're still in school, and they're weird. they're weirdos. and they're hyper. i dont like that they're hyper, and they did drama. thats a bad look! and they're in band! they're the exact same person!" he exclaims.

i look at him, "now that you're out of highschool, which means you're technically an adult, dont you think its time you move on from primitive constructs such as popularity?" i ask him, "oh, a primitive constructs? that some stupid shit you learned at Camp.." he struggles and look at my hat, "Know...Nothing?" he looks back down at me, "Camp Know Where, actually." i correct him.

"and no its shit i learned from life." i say growing more annoyed at the minute. he mumbles, "instead of dating someone you think is going to make you look cooler, why not date someone you actually enjoy being around?" i ask him, "like me and Suzie." i say using us as an example. "oh, Suzie, you mean, 'hotter than Phoebe Cates.' yeah that Suzie." he says, he doesnt believe me about Suzie.