••••• "Don't don't you want me? / You know I can't believe it when you say that you don't need me" •••••
"This might be the stupidest thing I've ever gotten myself involved in, but I'm in."
In which Steve Harrington and Kimberly Henderson go from be...
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Kim and Steve groggily woke up the next morning to a pounding on her bedroom door. "Kim! Steve! Wake up! We have to get going if we want to catch Dart."
Still half asleep, Kim groaned and unknowingly snuggled closer into Steve's side.
"I'm coming in there and I swear to God if you guys don't have clothes on, you're dead Harrington," Dustin threatened.
Steve mumbled in his sleep, his hand tangled in Kim's soft, dark hair.
"Ew!" Dustin wrinkled his nose at the sight of Steve and Kim still asleep in each other's arms. He rolled his eyes, pulling the pillow out from behind Kim's head and repeatedly hitting the two still sleeping teens with it.
"I'm up, I'm up," Kim muttered, holding out her hand to try and stop the pillow from hitting her again. She realized one of Steve's arms was tightly hooked around her waist and blushed.
Blushing as well, Steve scooted away from Kim and got out of bed.
"Wow, your hair is a disaster in the morning," Kim pressed her lips together as she held back a laugh.
"Ha ha," Steve rolled his eyes as he attempted to fix his hair in her mirror. He looked over his shoulder, making sure Kim and Dustin had both left the room before grabbing the hair spray off her dresser and perfecting his hair. It might not be his usual Farrah Fawcett spray, but it would have to work for the day.
•••••
"Dustin! This is Lucas," Dustin's walky talky crackled. "Do you copy? Dustin?"
"Well, well, well, look who it is," Dustin replied, while Steve and Kim unloaded the raw meat from the back of Steve's car.
"Sorry, man," Lucas sighed. "My stupid sister turned it off."
"Well, while you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, he escaped, and I'm pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgon," Dustin told his friend over the walky talky.
"Wait, what?" Lucas started to panic.
"I'll explain later," Dustin said. "Just meet me, Kimmy, and Steve at the old junkard. And bring your binocular and wrist rocket."
"Steve? Steve Harrington?" Lucas asked in confusion.
"Alright, let's go," Steve said, slamming the back of the car shut.
"Just be there, stat," Dustin instructed his friend. "Over and out."
•••••
"Alright, so let me get this straight," Steve said, the piece of meat he had dropped landing with a gross squelching noise. "You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who you just met?"
Dustin rolled his eyes from a bit ahead of Steve and Kim. "Alright, that's grossly oversimplified things."
"No, that seems like it was exactly what happened," Kim said, grimacing as she stuck her hand back in the bucket to pull out more raw meat.
