Weird Town || reader insert

June 1985_
Indianapolis International Airport_

I walked out of the baggage claim and glanced around the airport before spotting my ride back to Hawkins.

"What's up, loser?" I greeted Steve once I got close enough that I didn't have to shout but just raise my voice slightly, he turned and just rolled his eyes before giving me a half assed wave, "miss me?"

"Think that should be my line, loser," he shot back.

"Can't think of a different word to use than loser? How uncreative of you," I tutted as he took my suitcase from me and I readjusted my bag on my back, "so? Did you miss me?"

"You've only been gone for two weeks," he stated, "can't miss you in the span of fourteen days, can I?"

"Sure you can," I said as we walked through the airport and out to the car park, "thanks for agreeing to pick me up by the way. I really don't think my Dad would've enjoyed me calling him to grab me considering he's in Austin right now. I'd never hear the end of it."

"Yeah, well, I've got a shift, so you'll have to come with me to the mall before I drop you off," he told me as we climbed into the car.

"A shift? At this time of night? Dude, get a life, yeesh," I sighed, "you work in an ice cream shop. It's not that serious."

"Hey! I'll have you know Scoops Ahoy is a very serious place," he exclaimed, "put your belt on."

"Oh, look at you, Mr Safety," I teased as I did as I was told.

"Funny coming from you, Miss Make-Sure-Your-Helmet-Is-On-Tight-I-Don't-Want-To-Be-Liable-For-Your-Death," he shot back, pulling out of the parking space as I turned and readjusted my suitcase on his backseat before it toppled forward and wedged itself.

"Yeah, yeah. You say that but let me see you laugh when you fall off my bike," I pointed slightly, "also, dude, you've got to get a car with a proper boot."

"Trunk, y/n, trunk, and no way. I love this car," he replied as I turned forward again and rolled my eyes before pulling at my backpack and pulling out CDs.

"What're you feeling?" I asked, "best of the seventies or... a random punk playlist that I stole from my cousin?"

"Punk?" Steve looked at me with a bit of a sour look, "people actually listen to that stuff?"

"Seventies it is then," I muttered as I pulled the disc out and pushed it into the CD player, "oh hell yeah, I love this song."

"Oooooh you can dance! You can jive! Having the time of your life oooh-ooh-oooh," we both sung out loudly as Steve turned up the volume.

Might as well have some fun while we're on this long drive back to Hawkins.

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Around two hours later_
The Starcourt Mall_

"You're late, dingus," Robin Buckley, Steve's coworker and one of our classmates in the past, greeted Steve as he rushed to the counter and to the back.

"Yeah, yeah, traffic was a bitch," he shot back as he disappeared into the space behind the wall, and I just scoffed.

"He pulled over to get some fries," I told her.

"Oh really?" she glanced back to where he poked his head through the sliding window panels on the wall.

"You were hungry too, don't pin it all on me," he pointed before disappearing again.

Both Robin and I rolled our eyes, and I focused on her.

"Hey, good to see you again," I smiled.

"Yeah," she nodded, "you too..."