𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | Steve Harrington x Reader

XLIV - The Pep Rally

"𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 can't be serious right now." I say, rolling my eyes and standing just outside my brother's bedroom door with my hands placed firmly on my hips.

Apparently, Dustin has a D in Latin, and his stress about this recent development has only increased over the last few days, which is why we've ended up in his bedroom on this wonderful morning. We have to get to school soon, causing me to start to get antsy, in order to make it to the pep rally, since today is the day of the championship basketball game.

"I know, I know, but come on, (Y/n)." My brother pleads, gesturing towards his computer, towards the big fat D sitting at the bottom of the screen, "Can't you see I'm desperate?" Dustin adds, causing me to let out a defeated sigh before walking into his room, and making my way over to my younger brother.

"You do know there are other ways not to fail a class, right?" I ask, resting one of my hands on Dustin's chair, "Besides, it's Latin, I could've helped, y'know."

"Well, actually, I would've but you're too busy making out with Steve all the time, so it wasn't really on option." Dustin sasses angrily, but I can see the little bit of sadness behind his eyes, showing his true emotions about how I don't spend the same amount of time with him as I used to.

"Dustin, come on, don't do that." I say softly, glancing down at my brother who sits in his desk chair with his arms crossed, refusing to tear his gaze away from the screen in front of him.

"No, you guys really love each other, I get it." Dustin replies, his voice laced with frustration, before clicking his walkie-talkie back on to respond to his girlfriend, who he somehow dragged into all of this, "Did that work, Suzie-poo?"

"That's a negative Dusty-bun." Suzie replies instantly with a frustrated sigh, seeing as they've been doing this for what feels like hours.

"Son of a bitch." Dustin mutters, crossing off yet another potential password before slamming the bottom end of his pencil on his desk.

"Try 'Tigers86'." I suggest, leaning forward to speak into the walkie-talkie that my brother holds in his hand.

"'Tigers86'." Suzie repeats, and I hear her fingers start to type away at her keyboard, "Copy that."

There's a moment of silence when only the sounds of Suzie typing fills the air. This is until she lets out a small gasp, sending through the radio to me and my brother. I immediately look up at Dustin, who gazes back at me with a confused expression, trying to decipher what caused the small sound.

"Jiminy Crickets, Dusty." Suzie gasps excitedly, "I'm in."

"Holy shit." Dustin breathes out, his eyes widening with shock, before swiveling his chair around in order to face me, "How'd you know that?"

"What?" I reply, shrugging my shoulders with a small smirk crawling onto my lips, "You didn't think you were the only genius in the family, did you?"

"Whatever." My brother rolls his eyes playfully, before turning his chair around, back towards the computer screen.

Suddenly, we hear a loud knock at the door, causing Dustin to fall backwards in his chair, almost falling off onto the floor. He instinctively catches himself by putting his hands on the desk surface in an attempt to stabilize himself. I jump back with surprise, my eyes wide in shock and feeling caught off guard for a moment. But hearing our mother's voice follow, eases my tension and calms my racing heart.

"Dusty, what's going on in there?" Our mother calls from just outside the door, starting to creep into the room, "You're gonna be late."

"Don't come in! I'm naked!" Dustin shouts, causing me to whip my head towards him with furrowed eyebrows and a gaped mouth, silently questioning his excuse, as our mother immediately slams the door shut.