Escape You | Part Two
Chapter Two:
The Mall Rats
Steve Harrington x reader
summary: Steve asks you a simple favor, and itâs nothing like youâve ever imagined.
warnings: cursing, mention of sex
notes: finally we get some Steve in this chapter. Letâs get this series rollin! And thanks so much for the nice feedback đ
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âSo, it was a rat?â Sarahâs eyebrows were practically raised to her hairline. âYes, Yes! And then it just exploded, into like, like a red mushâ you paused, shivering, âit was disgustingâ
Your face then brightens up again, remembering something else, âAlso, another thing!â You raised a finger in the air. Sarah nodded her head, urging you on. This was just sheer comedy to her now. âWhen I woke up...it was goneâ your voice was low.
Sarah pauses for a long time. âWere you daydreaming again?â Your eyebrows furrowed, âWhat no,â Sarah cut you off, âItâs either that or youâre on drugsâ You shook your head rapidly. âI think youâre on drugsâ Sarah said, convinced.
You rolled your eyes. âNo, No. I saw it with my own eyesâ you tapped your temple wildly with your pointer finger. It was then you realized that your hand was grabbed on Sarahâs shoulder roughly. Her eyes were wide, and she seemed to look at you in fright. You jolted your hand away. Were you going crazy?
âOkay. . .â Sarah drawed out awkwardly. You rub a hand across your face and sigh.
Two girl teenagers enter the store. Sarah basically sighs in relief. Anything to get her out of this situation. âIâm gonna actually go do my job. Be ready at the counterâ She then walked off. You scoffed, walking to the counter. You looked over at Scoops Ahoy.
You saw Robin, another one of the workers at the ice cream parlor, attending Erica Sinclair at the counter. You only knew Erica because you used to babysit her when you were still in high school. Ya know, a little more cash went a long way. You always thought she was hilarious, she had a lot of personality for her age.
However, in Robins cause, you didnât really know her deal. After weeks of observing, she was pretty normal. Every once and awhile you saw her take out this whiteboard with two sides titled, You Rule and You Suck. The one side, You Suck, had seven tallyâs on it. You always wondered what that board was for.
Something struck your eye again. Steve Harrington, came from the back of Scoops. He seemed in a rush, he took off his hat, rubbed his hands through his hair, and then put the hat back on. He exited the ice cream parlor, heading straight to your store . . . to you.
Your eyes widened, your heart hammered against your chest. No, it canât be. Maybe he would turn, go another way, into another store. But he didnât. Your mind raced with possibilities. What could he want? What would he say? What would you say?
Could he want to buy something? You mentally shook her head. No, idiot, this was a Womanâs clothing store.
Before you had time to think of something else, there he was, standing before you. His hand slammed hard against the counter. You jolted slightly.
âHiâ he breathed out. Your eyebrows furrowed. That was it? You expected something more dramatic. But it was nothing, just a simple greeting. Was he trying to start conversation with you? âHi?â You answered back. You didnât mean for it to come out as a question, but it did. What the hell did he want?
âDo, do you remember me?â He pointed to himself, still panting wildly. You were confused, why was he panting so loud? Scoops Ahoy was literally like a few feet away. When you didnât answer, Steve spoke up again. âIâm Steve. We went to the same high school together. We had the same Chemistry class.â
Of course you remembered him. The weird thing was, that he remembered you. You were a nobody in high school. You hung out with a small crowd, until most of your friends decided to ditch you, and your closest and best friend moved to New York. After that you had no one, and you basically hung out with no one. Maybe that was why you were so observant. It seemed that everyone elseâs lives were somehow more interesting then yours.
âYea...â you answered with a nod. You still didnât understand. Why was he here, asking you these random questions about high school. You hated talking about high school, let alone talk about it with Steve fucking Harrington.
âGreat! Great!â He laughed, breathlessly. It was a cute sound, and you held back the urge to smile. âUhh,â He trails off. His face is twisted in concentration. His elbows rested on the table, and he smacked his palms against his forehead a few times. âYouâre name, Youâre name. Goddamn it, whatâs your name?â He mumbled under his breath.
Considering you two were inches apart you heard him. â(Y/N)â you spoke your name aloud. Steve jolts up, slamming his hand on the counter again. He points to you, â(Y/N)! Yes! Yes!â
Your eyes widen. Was he always so energetic? In high school he just seemed like your chill, hot popular kid. He didnât get the nickname King Steve for nothing. You held back the urge to smile again. God he was adorable.
He then relaxes, leaning his elbows on the counter comfortably. â(Y/N)â he repeats your name again. It sounded nice coming from his mouth. He scoffs, âYea I knew thatâ
You snickered, smiking brightly. You couldnât help it. Steve, noticing your smile, smiles back. âDo you still speak Russian?â The question came out so nonchalantly, that you thought about asking him to repeat himself.
Yes, you spoke Russian, but not fluently. It was a hard language to learn, considering they had a whole different alphabet. But one of your close friends (who had moved to New York) spoke fluent Russian. Her parents were immigrants, and often spoke the language in their home. She has tried to teach you but you only had the patience to learn the alphabet. After that you stopped, it was stressful. But you could understand some of it.
âYea. How, how did you know I could speak Russian?â You were generally curious. No one really knew expect your friend and maybe your Mom. And no one else really cared to ask.
âOne day in Chem, there was a new exchange student. He was a new immigrant, and only knew Russian. You willingly sat next to him, and translated everything for him.â
You smiled at him. You had remembered that day. To be honest, you felt bad for the new kid. He didnât have friends or know anybody, and on top of that couldnât speak English! You had to do something. For the rest of the class you just translated things for him and made sure he understood the lesson. You didnât know Steve was paying attention.
âIt was really inspirational actuallyâ he smiled. You blushed madly, taking a strand of hair and pushing it behind your hair bashfully. You were never complimented, let alone by anyone like Steve.
âWhat do you want, Harrington?â You said through smiled teeth. âJust a simple favor. I need you to help translate Russian for me and my friendâ
âTranslate?â You asked. Steve nodded, âYea, ya know? Like a recording in Russian will play and all you need to do is tell us what it saysâ Steve then shrugged. You tilted your head to the side. The task was simple. Beyond simple. âCan you do that?â Steve asked.
You nodded frantically, âYea. I, I canâ
Steve jumped again, eyes wide, like he was suprised you had said yes. âGreat! Thatâs greatâ He motions you to move, âCâmon, letâs go!â
Your eyes widen, âLike right now?â Steve nods frantically, the motion for you to move dramatically increasing. âOkâ you quickly moved from around the counter, following after him.
He grabs you by the arm, giving you little pep in your step. Your eyes widen. Usually with things like this you would pull your arm away, but, it felt nice.
Whilst leaving the store, Sarah turns, looking to you in utter confusion. It did look weird, Steve Harrington was literally dragging you out of the store. God, she probably thought you two were off to have sex or something.
She smirks, and gives you two thumbs up. You roll your eyes before flashing her the finger.
Once in Scoops, Steve rushed to the back, his shoulder pushing open the swinging door. When you enter, Robin stood, along with a young teenage boy at a table. On the table, was a recorder and a forgien translater novel. The recording played, a man speaking Russian.
âSteve! What the hell!â The boy shouted, frantically turning off the recording. Steve finally let go of your arm before puffing out an aggravated sigh. âWhat?â He asks simply.
âSheâs a stranger! Why would you bring a stranger in here? Donât you wanna be American heroes?!â The kid spoke quickly, a slight lisp escaping through every sentence.
âSheâs not a stranger, okay? Sheâs here to helpâ Steve then turns to you, âThis is Dustinâ he points to the young teenager, who let out a mumbled, âhelloâ.
âAnd this is my coworker, Robinâ he points to Robin, who is leaning against the wall, arms crossed. She smiles at you, giving a wave. âThis is (y/n)â he points back to you. You wave at them.
Dustin is quick to speak up, leaning closer to you from his seat, like heâs judging you. âSo how is she gonna help us?â
âI can understand Russianâ you said. Dustin suddenly perks up. âHoly shit, really?â he asks.
Steve nods, âTold you she can helpâ he snickers out. âWell what are you waiting for? Play the tape, dingusâ Robin said to Dustin. She then leans over and attempts to play it, but Dustin stops her hand.
âWait!â He looks back to you, âIf sheâs gonna help us, she needs to know what sheâs getting herself intoâ
Your eyebrows furrow. You didnât want to cause trouble, all you thought you were doing was translating some words. You look to Steve.
He sighs, âOk, fine. Tell herâ
Dustin begins to tell his story, âSo last night, I was trying to contact my girlfriend Suzie through a radio I made. However, when I was trying to contact her, I interrupted a secret Russian communicationâ
âNow,â He points to you, âThatâs when you come into play. All you need to do is translate this for usâ
Steve steps forward, looking to you, âYou in?â
You look to each of them, Steve, Robin, then Dustin. You thought about it for a minute. What was the harm in helping them? Maybe after, youâd all become True Americans Heroes, and you would be noticed by people other then your best friend and your mom.
You smirked, turning to look at Steve, âIâm inâ
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You sat at the table, replaying the Russian tape over and over again. It wasnât that it was difficult, it was because it didnât make any damn sense.
You frantically looked to the alphabet words written on the white board on the wall. The sentence translated, âThe week is longâ
Dustin burst through the door, âYou got anything yet?â You sighed. You had forced everyone out the room, you didnât work well under pressure. âYea actually. We got our first sentence.â
Steve and Robin quickly poked there heads in through the sliding glass doors to your side. âReally?â Steve asked. Robin was ecstatic, smiling brightly, âWhat is it!?â She asked excitedly.
âThe week is longâ You stated back in a Russian accent. Steve and Dustinâs faces fell in disappointment. âWell, thatâs very excitingâ Dustin stated sarcasticly, running an unamused hand over his face.
âRelax dingusâs. Itâs only the first sentence. Maybe by the end of the day, whatever (y/n) translates out will make senseâ Robin covered for you. You smiled to her, greatfully. No one has ever stuck up for you like that.
âWeâll leave you alone so you can get back to workâ Steve said. Your face scrunched up and you nodded. The three of them left quickly.
A few hours later, Steve, Robin, and Dustin looked infront of the white board, reading out what you had translated. âThe week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the westâ They all spoke in unison.
âI mean, it just canât be rightâ Steve stated as he closed up Scoops Ahoy. âItâs rightâ you said with a shrug from behind him.
The four of you started walking down the closed mall. It was strange seeing the mall empty. Good thing it was always Sarah who had to close up, you hated being alone at this hour.
âHonestly I think itâs great newsâ Dustin said. You looked at him suprised, this was the first time he looked on the bright side of things all day. âHow is this great news!â Steve jogged up to the three of you, he scoffed, âI mean, so much for being American heroâs. Itâs total nonsense.â
Steve was right. The sentence didnât make any sense. And if it was a code, how would they be able to figure it out?
âItâs not nonsenseâ Dustin objected. âItâs too specific. Itâs obviously a codeâ You nodded, what else would it be?
âWhat do you mean a code?â Steve asked from next to you. âLike a secret spy codeâ You shrugged, âThere evil Russianâs right? You donât know what there planningâ
Steve scoffed again, âThatâs a total stretchâ Robin spoke up, âI donât know, is it?â Steve looked to her in disbelief. âYouâre buying into this?â He pointed at her with raised eyebrows. âListen, just for kicks, letâs entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. Whatâd you think they were gonna say, âFire the warhead at noon?â
You snickered at her comment. âExactlyâ Dustin agreed. Robin continued, âAnd (y/n)âs translation is correctâ You nodded along with her, âI know that for sureâ you stated confidentially.Steve smiled at you.
âThe silver cat feeds. Why would anyone talk like that unless theyâre trying to mask the meaning of their messageâ Robin said with a convincing shrug. âExactlyâ Dustin said again. âWhy would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive!â Robin made another point. You glanced at her and smiled, she was insanely smart.
âExactlyâ Dustin said for the third time, looking directly at Steve this time. Steve rolled his eyes, mimicking Dustin by pursing his lips and mouthing the word âexactly.â You giggled. âSo I guess that confirms your suspicionâ Robin glances to you and Dustin.
âEvil Russiansâ You and Dustin say together in a âduhâ tone. Robin chuckles, âI canât believe Iâm about to agree with them, but, yeah, totally evil Russians.â
âSo how do we crack it?â Dustin looks to you this time, a hopeful glimmer overcoming his freatures. You shrug, âIâll translate the rest tomorrow and hopefully a better pattern emergesâ you state simply.
âA pattern. Right, like maybe âsilver catâ is a meeting place?â Dustin offers. Robin cuts in, âOr a person?â Dustin points to her, âOr a weaponâ. You shake your head and sigh, âIt could be anythingâ
âItâs probably gonna take a super genius to crack it, but...â Robin trails off looking behind her. You and Dustin do the same. Youâre eyebrows furrow. âWhereâs Steve?â You ask.
Steve stood by the Indiana Flyer horse ride, frantically digging out coins from his pocket. Some fall to the floor, making a clattering noise. âSteve? What are you doing?â Robin calls out. He finally looks over to the three of you, counting the coins in his palm. âUh, itâs a quarter. I need...Do you have a quarter?â
The three of you walk over to him. You fish in your back pocket, before retrieving a quarter. You give it to Steve and your fingers touch. âThank youâ he mumbles. âSure youâre tall enough for that ride?â Robin jokes, nudging your side. You chuckle slightly.
Steve kneels down to the floor, quickly putting the coins inside the rides slot collecter. You, Robin and Dustin watch anxiously. What the hell was he doing?
The all to famous Daisy Bell jingle begins to play from the ride and the small horse starts to rock forward then backward. âYou need help getting up, little Stevie?â Robin then joked again. âShhhâ He scowls back at her, clearing knowing something the three of you didnât.
You and Dustin look at each other and begin to chuckle. Steve shushes you again, âWould you three just shut up and listen?â
So you did. The Daisy Bell jingle continued. You didnât understand, why was he making you listen to this? What was the point. Suddenly you come to the realization that the Daisy Bell jingle was heard from the recording youâve been trying to translate for the past few hours. âHoly shitâ you said in shock.
Dustin must of recognized too, because he wore the same shocked expression on his face. He looked at you then back to the rocking horse. âThe music.â He pointed at the horse before whipping around his backpack and opening one of the pockets. âThe music!â
He retrieved the recorder and pressed play. The man spoke Russian for a second before the same Daisy Bell jingle emerged from the tape. The same jingle that was playing infront of them. You and Steve exchanged a look. What could this mean?
âI donât understand?â Robin said with a shake of her head. âItâs the exact same song from the recordingâ you stated breathlessly looking from the recorder to the rocking horse. âMaybe they have horses like this in Russiaâ Robin persuaded. You shook your head.
âIndiana Flyer? I donât...â Steve trailed off, shaking his head. âI donât think so. This code, it... didnât come from Russiaâ. You saw his expression change, like he realized something horrific. He turned to the three of you, âIt came from hereâ
The four of you exchanged scared looks before looking back to the white rocking horse, the Daisy Bell jingle playing in the background.
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