Love Is A Battlefield (A Stranger Things/Steve Harrington Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Did You Just OD In There?

Robin, Dustin, and Erica dragged Steve and I through the back corridors of the mall while the guards chased after us. Steve was laughing wildly and I was smirking.

"Where are we going?!" Erica exclaimed.

"Just trust me." We came to a door and Dustin opened it, looking around. "All clear." We all followed after him into what looked like the movie theater, turning the corner into the theater. Steve grabbed a bag of popcorn out of the trashcan on the way and we crept down through the audience until we reached the front row. The new movie Back to the Future was playing. Dustin stopped in front of two seats on the end of the front row. "You two, sit!" 

"No, no, no, these seats are too close!" I complained, sitting down hurriedly.

"Dude, these seats blow!" Steve added.

"Then don't watch the movie."

"We want to watch it." I said.

"Then watch it!"

"Shh!" The guy behind us hissed. 

"Sorry." Dustin whispered. "Whatever you do, don't...go...anywhere."

"Fine, Dad." Steve said sarcastically, triggering laughter from both of us.  The three of them went to the other end of the row, and I reached into Steve's popcorn bag, popping some into my mouth and laying my head on his shoulder.

"What's happening?" I asked, cuddling closer to him and eating more popcorn.

"I have no idea."

"Steve...Steve, I'm thirsty." I whined.

"Yeah, me too."

"There's a water fountain outside. Let's go!" I got up, dragging his hand and pulling him out of the theater to the water fountain. He got there first, crouching beside of it and lapping up the water.

"That's amazing."

"So like, I wasn't totally focused in there or anything but...I'm pretty sure...that mom was trying to bang her son." I stated.

"Wait, wait, the hot chick was Alex P. Keaton's mom?" Steve questioned.

"His name isn't Alex P. Keaton you dork, its Michael J. Fox."

"Pretty sure I know Alex P. Keaton's name."

"Apparently not, because its Michael J. Fox, but that's not the point. The point is, yes that was his mom."

"But they're the same age." He pointed out.

"Yeah, because he went back in time. Its his mom from the past, when she was his age."

"Then why is it called Back to the Future?"

"Because, if he's in the past, his present is the future, so he has to go Back to the present, but from the perspective of the past, he is going Back to the Future." 

"Wh...what?"

"Steve, its my turn." I pushed him out of the way, beginning to drink from the water fountain.  I turned my head sideways, watching as Steve stumbled around messing with his shirt and staring up at the ceiling. 

"Wow. Hey Riley, you gotta check this out." I pushed away from the water fountain, coming to stand beside him and looking up. The ceiling was made of glass and had beams of light raining down on it that wobbled in my drug induced vision. "Check this...the ceiling, its beautiful."

"It looks like...outer space." I said. I began spinning around and the lights began to duplicate and swirl, making me feel nauseous. 

Next thing I knew, Steve and I were running into the bathroom, bursting into adjoining stalls and puking our guts out into the toilet. I pulled my hair back out of my face as I emptied my stomach contents rather aggressively. After about twenty minutes of that I ended up laying on the floor with my feet propped up on the door, waiting for the ceiling to stop spinning. It soon did, and I heard Steve finally stop puking and flush the toilet from the stall beside me.