𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-One: 
Ghosts
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"Woah!" Ramona giggled, stumbling over her feet as she struggled to get into the cart beside Steve and Robin. A loud gasp left her lips as her back hit the metal and she looked over at Steve. A dazed grin spread across her face as she scooted closer to him. "Steve! Steve! Steve! Robin, Robin, Robin! Hey, hey, I thought you guys died! I'm glad you didn't!"

"Hey!" Steve drawled, smiling warmly as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He leaned into her touch, relief mixing with the drugs flowing through his vein. "You're alive! I thought I'd lost you.."

"Unless," Robin gasped, causing Steve to look over at her, "She's a ghost!"

Steve jumped back suddenly, pulling away from Ramona's warm embrace as he looked at her in horror, "I'm scared of ghosts!"

Ramona frowned at the sudden loss of touch as she made grabby hands at Steve. "I'm living! Swear!"

"Jesus Christ." Dustin muttered, "She's not a ghost, Steve."

"Why are they actin' so weird?" Erica asked as Dustin shrugged in response. 

"I'm not!"  Ramona insisted desperately, waving her hands around. "Watch!" 

A loud yelp left her lips as her hand connected with her black eye, causing a throbbing pain to spike suddenly before disappearing seconds later, leaving a dull ache behind. "Fuck!"

Steve gasped, pulling her hand from her face and carefully examining it. "What was-"

"See? I'm not a ghost!" Ramona exclaimed as Erica and Dustin shared a look, wildly waving around, "If I was... My hand would've gone through! So ha! Ow.."

"Woah! Slow down!" Steve slurred, wrapping one arm around Ramona and one hand around the metal to keep himself steady.

"Woah, speedy, speedy." Ramona burst out in a fit of giggles, resting her hand on Steve's chest.

"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy five-hundred?" Robin scoffed, shaking her head.

"It's Indy three-hundred!" Steve corrected, as Ramona shook her head.

"No, dingus!" Robin slurred, "It's five-hundred!"

"You two are stupid!" Ramona giggled, "It's the Indy-I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck!"

Steve gasped, looking down at her as she pushed herself off of his chest. "It's three-hundred-"

"Let's say... a million!" Robin trailed off as the trio burst out into a fit of laughter.

"What is wrong with them?" Erica asked, glancing back at Ramona as she gazed up at Steve, repeatedly poking his cheek as the two giggled like lunatics. 

"I don't know-" 

"Dustin, watch out!" Erica shouted as Dustin swerved, crashing into three metal barrels.

"Ow!" Ramona laughed, raising her hand to rest on the top of her head. "Careful, up there Dusty Roads!"

"You guys alright back there?" Dustin asked, earning a groan from the three. "They're fine."

Ramona groaned, sitting up and shaking her head, "Ow."

"Come on," Ramona looked up at Dustin as he pulled open the door. "We gotta go, now."

Ramona stubbornly shook her head, "No. I like it here. It's cozy."

"Come on!" Erica hissed, "Let's go!"