romeo and juliet, or something like that
steve harrington x reader
(spoilers for season 2.)
“theatre class,” steve repeated. “are you kiddin’ me?”
“i can’t ask mike or lucas,” dustin replied, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. “but my mom… you know, she wants me to bring someone, and i thought…”
“hey, we ain’t friends,” steve hurriedly said, stepping out onto his front step and closing the front door behind him. “not a chance.”
“okay, steve, it’s time for both of us to stop pretending that you don’t love playing video games with me on friday nights and that babysitting me isn’t the best thing that’s ever happened to you. we both know it.”
this fucking kid.
“if i see one person from school -” steve began, but dustin interrupted.
“you won’t, steve.” dustin’s gaze was more serious than steve had ever seen it, and if this was about anything other than theatre classes, he’d probably be worried for his little pal. “come on. it’s bring-a-friend week. you wouldn’t let me go by myself, would you?”
steve stared down at dustin for a brief second before moving his hand up sharply to hit off his baseball hat - which landed on the front lawn - and ruffle his curly mop of hair.
“might wanna pick that up, kiddo!” steve chirped as he sprinted inside and shut the door before dustin could flip him off.