wires, steve harrington

twenty-five.

the alarms were still blaring as dustin drove the mini cart through the halls. "jesus, slow down!" steve groaned, afraid of the pace that dustin and erica were driving the thing at.

"yeah, what is this, like, the indy 500?" meadow agreed, sitting next to steve with her head on his shoulder. he had one arm around her protectively, but everything else about his posture and state showed how drugged he was.

"it's the indy 300." steve corrected.

robin shook her head. "no, dingus, it's 500!"

"it's 300!" he insisted.

meadow laughed at their antics. "let's say a million." she reasoned. all three of them laughed loudly, throwing their heads back.

"what is wrong with them?" erica asked.

"i don't know!" dustin replied.

"dustin, look out!" erica yelled, watching as he hit a row of stacked containers.

steve yelled while meadow groaned, both moving in the back of the cart from the impact of the canisters. dustin looked over his shoulder at them, "you guys alright back there?" they all groaned in unison, putting their hands to their heads. "they're fine." dustin whispered to erica. he then got out of the vehicle and opened the back door, opening the trunk-like space that the other three were in. "come on. we gotta go, now."

when none of them moved, dustin grabbed steve by the arm. "ow! we're coming!" he insisted angrily.

they got back into the elevator, and steve began cheering and whooping giddily as he stood on top of a wheeled cart. as the elevator moved up, the cart rolled about on the floor, making steve die of laughter. "you look like you're surfing!" meadow said to him.

"woah, babe, i'm surfing!" he cheered, making robin laugh as she helped meadow steer the cart.

"they seem drunk." erica said to dustin.

he shook his head. "why would they be drunk?"

"i'm a natural!" steve yelled. "check it out!" robin pulled the cart too harshly and sent steve flying across the elevator and into some boxes. he just laughed, though, not bothering to get up.

robin laughed. "wipeout!" she said, making meadow clutch her sides from the pain of laughing so hard.

dustin moved over to steve, placing a hand on his forehead. "he's burning up." he told erica.

"you're burning up." steve countered. "ow!" he complained as dustin peeled his eye open with his fingers.

"his pupils are super dilated." dustin commented.

erica looked down at them. "maybe he's drugged." she suggested.

"boop!" steve said, putting his finger on dustin's nose.

dustin patted steve's face. "steve, are you drugged?" he asked.

"how many times, dad?" steve asked in a mocking voice. "i don't do drugs. it's only marijuana." he poked dustin's nose again.

the younger boy wasn't impressed. "this isn't funny, okay? i need to know what they did to you. are you gonna die on us?"

"boop!" steve said again, putting his full hand on dustin's nose.