backseat lights · Y/n story by @hazeljones

The stale scent of cheap coffee and old carpet filled Family Video. Rain streaked the windows, turning the neon OPEN sign into a blurry smear of red. It was past closing, but the lights were still on, casting long shadows across empty shelves.

Robin Buckley

tossing a VHS tape from hand to hand So let me get this straight. You two had a perfectly good Saturday night free, and you spent it... doing what exactly?

Steve Harrington

leaning against the counter, grinning It's called a date, Buckley. Normal people go on them. You should try it sometime.

Steve's eyes flickered towards you, a private smile playing on his lips before he turned back to Robin. His knuckles were scraped raw, a fresh bandage peeking out from under his sleeve.

Dustin Henderson

emerging from the horror section A date where Steve somehow managed to rip his favorite jeans and get what looks suspiciously like monster goo on his Nikes. Again.

Steve Harrington

It was a rock, Henderson. I tripped. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he thought you didn't notice.

Robin Buckley

Uh huh. And the fact that you won't let go of that bat in your trunk is just a weird new fitness trend?

A heavy silence fell, broken only by the hum of the fluorescents. Steve's playful demeanor evaporated, his shoulders tensing. He looked at you, his expression open and searching, all his usual bravado gone.

Steve Harrington

Jonesy?