𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 THREE
— Farrah Fawcett —
❝Your palms get sweaty and you get all nervous when you're with them, but you don't want that feeling to end because it makes you feel so alive.❞

KNOWING THAT IT WOULD BE a waste of time trying to search for Dart in the dark, the unlikely trio put their stuff in the boot of Steve's car until morning. After staying up most of the night at Dustin's house, they came up with a plan. In the morning, as soon as the butcher's was open, Steve purchased a fuck tonne of raw meat to try and entice dart so they could capture him. They'd drop bits of meat behind them on the railroad to lure the gross alien lizard to the junkyard.

Cher was glad Steve was rich at that moment, as there was no way she'd have been able to spend that much money without her step-dad going mental. And no one wanted that.

They stored the meat in big white buckets so that it'd be easy to carry as they walked. Cher had bought three pairs of yellow gloves as she definitely wasn't going to handle it with her bare hands. She'd just had a manicure and didn't wan to smell of blood.

Steve pulled the car over in the woods, running over to the passenger side to open Cher's door and let her out. She smiled thankfully at him before opening the boot, where she admittedly struggled to lift up her bucket of meat. Steve let out a little chuckle and swapped his bucket (which was a little lighter) with hers. Cher found it much easier to carry so she was very grateful.

"Dustin, do you copy?" Lucas' voice called out from Dustin's radio.

"Well, well, well, look who it is." Dustin replied smugly into his headset with his hands on his hips. Cher and Steve were still unloading things from the trunk of the car behind him.

"Sorry, man, My stupid sister turned it off." Lucas apologised.

"Well, while you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, he escaped and I'm pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgon." Dustin exclaimed quickly.

"Wait, what?!"

"I'll explain later." Dustin replied, "Just meet me, Cher and Steve at the old junkyard."

"Cher? As in Max's sister, Cher?!" Lucas asked incredulously.

Dustin ignored him, "And bring your binoculars and wrist rocket."

"And Steve Harrington?!"

Cher and Steve had finished getting everything ready by then, gloves and backpacks on with their weapons holstered on their backs. They each picked up their buckets and were as ready as could be.

"All right, let's go." Steve announced, beginning to walk off with the redhead.

"Just be there, stat. Over and out." Dustin ended, picking up his bucket and rushing to catch up with the older teenagers.

They walked for about half an hour along the rail road, dropping small chunks of meat behind them as they went. Dustin had been catching them up on how it all started and explained to Cher what happened the previous year as she hadn't been there.

"All right, so let me get this straight. You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who...who you just met?" Steve inquired, walking beside the redhead who grimaced as she grabbed some meat and dropped it on the ground.

"All right, that's grossly oversimplifying things." Dustin cringed as he walked up front.

"I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?" Harrington retorted in confusion.

"An interdimensional slug? Because it's awesome!"

"Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn't, I...I just- I don't know. I feel like you're trying way to hard." Steve stated, speeding up to walk beside the boy, leaving Cher trailing behind as she watched in amusement.

She could see both sides of their argument. If a boy had kept an alien slug to impress her, she would have been completely grossed out. But on the other hand, she would have found the thought quite sweet and maybe give the boy a chance. As long as they didn't make it a habit.

"Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?" Dustin quipped, feeling a little self conscious.

"It's not about the hair, man." Steve sighed, "The key with girls is just...just acting like you don't care."

"Even if you do?" Dustin asked, glancing at him.

"Yeah, exactly. It's drives them nuts." Harrington shrugged nonchalantly. Cher raised a brow in disbelief from behind him. Was he serious?

"That's terrible advice." She commented.

Dustin was intrigued, so he ignored her, "Then what?"

"You just wait until, uh...Until you feel it."

"Feel what?" The boy questioned, fully invested in hearing more.

"It's like before it's gonna storm, you know? You can't see it, but you can feel it, like this uh..." Steve trailed off, his face scrunching up as he tried to find the right word. "Electricity, you know?"

"Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere-"

Steve shook his head, "No, no, no, no, no. Like a...Like a sexual electricity."

Cher moved forward, pushing between the two boys to get in the middle, "What dummy here is trying to describe is butterflies. When you look at her and you feel this little fluttering in your stomach. Your palms get sweaty and you get all nervous when you're with them, but you don't want that feeling to end because it makes you feel so alive."

"Oh." Dustin hummed.

Steve's eyes widened before he nodded in agreement. "What she said. You feel that and then you make your move." He then turned to the redhead, "Where'd that come from?"

"I read a lot of romance books." She shrugged. He made a face of surprise.

"So that's when you kiss her?" Dustin asked.

"No, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Romeo." Steve denied.

"Yeah, that would be way too soon." Cher shook her head, "You don't want to freak her out."

"Sorry."

"Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a- I don't know, like a lion."

"A lion?" Cher giggled, she had a feeling he thought that was him.

"Yeah." Steve snipped, offended, and then he continued his example, "But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a ninja."

"What type is Nancy?" Cher asked with a smirk, wanting to watch him squirm.

He looked at her awkwardly before replying, "Nancy's different. She's different than any other girls."

"Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess." Dustin mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah, she is." Steve said and then turned to Cher, matching her smirk. "What type would you say you are, Cher?"

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm special. I kind of like the sound of the ninja one." She smiled, completely unfazed by his attempt of teasing her.

"This girl's special, too, you know. It's just, like, something about her." Dustin brought the conversation back to his mystery girl. Cher grinned, young love was so adorable.

Steve staggered to a stop, causing them too as well, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey."

"What?" The boy quizzed.

"You're not falling in love with this girl are you?" Harrington scolded.

"No."

"Okay, good. Don't."

"I won't."

"Why can't he fall in love with her?" Cher inquired as they started walking again.

"Because she's only gonna break his heart, and he's way to young for that shit." He replied, sounding a little sad. She knew he was talking about his experience with Nancy.

Steve glanced at Dustin and noticed the boy looked upset. He knew Cher was gonna tease him about his next words, "Fabergé."

"What?" Dustin asked in confusion.

Steve pointed to his glorious tuffs of hair, "It's Fabergé Organics. Use the shampoo and the conditioner, and when your hair's damp- it's not wet, okay? When it's damp..."

"Damp." Dustin repeated.

"You do four puffs of Farrah Fawcett spray."

"Farrah Fawcett spray?"

"Yeah, Farrah Fawcett."

"Oh, my God, Steve! We have the same hair products!" Cher gasped. "No wonder your hairs as good as mine."

Steve rolled his eyes, "Either of you tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass." He warned, pointing his finger at both of them threateningly, but it wasn't scary in the slightest with those neon yellow gloves on. "You're both dead. Do you understand?"

"Yup."

"Sure." Cher giggled, covering it with a cough when he sent her a look.

"Farrah Fawcett, really?" Dustin asked, also trying not to laugh.

"I mean, she's hot." Steve defended.

❝I LIKE THIS BOY, AND HE LIKES SOMEONE ELSE.❞