There's just something about the past. Sometimes, the worst parts catch up with you and other times, it is supposed to meet you again. Maybe what we think has left our lives actually belongs in our souls forever.
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Steve Harrington x fem original...
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN Genevieve
DUSTIN, ROBIN AND ERICA had managed to bring us to some mini truck. Steve and I were sitting in the back, while Dustin drove it. I couldn't believe a thirteen year old was driving this thing. I mean, I hoped it was easier than a car. Then again, the kid was a genius, wasn't he? I'm sure this thing was nothing to him!
"Hey Genevieve do you still get travel sick," Steve laughed.
"No," I replied, laughing. "How bad would that be if I barfed all over you. Bleugh. All over your uniform!"
"I'd do this," he scooped the imaginary sick off him and wiped it down my arms and cheeks. I laughed harder.
"What is going on with them?" Robin questioned.
"They sound drunk," Dustin replied.
"I feel great," Steve said confidently. "Don't you, Gen?"
"Oh yeah," I nodded.
"Dustin, watch out!" Erica shouted.
We crashed into something, which made me fly forward, along with Steve. I banged my head, which hurt A LOT.
"He needs driving lessons," I said, rubbing my head. Steve patted it.
"You guys alright back there?" Dustin questioned.
"You're a terrible driver, Henderson," Steve shouted.
"Yep, they're fine."
Dustin, Erica and Robin jumped out of the vehicle. I looked over at Steve who shrugged. They then opened the back doors. I smiled at them.
"Thank goodness. I thought you guys were leaving us!" I said cheerfully.
"Come on, let's go," Robin said, offering her hand out to me. I looked at it. She pulled me out.
"Woah," I said, giggling. "That was quick."
We headed back into the elevator. I looked around it again, feeling a lot different than I did the last time I was in it. I stood beside Robin, who was looking at Steve. He was on a wheeled hand kart.
"Since when did we get surfboards?" I chuckled. "Steve, that's so cool! I haven't been to the beach in forever."
"It's so fun," he said, beaming at me. I walked over and reached out my hand. He grabbed it.
