NO ONE'S POV:

Starcourt Mall

(Mike, Max, Lucas, & Will walk into Scoops Ahoy.)

Mike: *rings the bell repeatedly*

Robin: Hey, dingus, your children are here.

(Cut to Steve letting them into a back hallway.)

Steve: Come on, come on. I swear, if anyone hears about this--

All: You're gonna have (Y/N) eat us!

Steve: [sighs]

(He walks back into Scoops Ahoy as we cut to Y/N, who happens to work at the movie theater in the mall.)

(Y/N): [groans]

(He begrudgingly opens a door, letting Mike, Max, Lucas, & Will in.)

(Y/N): I still don't understand why you just don't buy tickets?

Lucas: Why would we when you work here?

(Y/N): Because I could get fired? You know--

All: You will actually eat us!

(Y/N): [softly] They think I'm bluffing.

Max: Nice bow-tie.

(Y/N): I appreciated you saying that the very first time you saw it. But with you saying it literally every time you do this, feels like you don't really mean it.

(They walk inside a theater showing George Romero's Day of the Dead.)

(Y/N): Unruly pups. They're not mine so what can I really do about it?

(He walks into the hallway & makes his way to Scoops Ahoy as the power goes out.)

Steve: That's weird.

(He walks to a light switch & as he reaches it...)

(Y/N): Boo!

(Y/N pops out of the door.)

Steve: Hey, (Y/N).

(Y/N): Did I scare you?

Steve: Yes. You were very terrifying.

(Y/N): I knew it. Did I scare you, Robin?

Robin: Not at all.

(Y/N): Hm, you're lying.

Robin: Am I?

(Steve flicks the switch up & down.)

Robin: That isn't gonna work, dingus.

Steve: Oh, really?

(Imagine Y/N next to Steve.)

(The power in the mall comes back on.)

Steve: Let there be light.

(Y/N): You guys mind if I snag a banana?

Robin: Yes, now leave.

(Y/N): Steve--

Robin: No, don't bother him. He's with a customer.

(Y/N): Please?

(She walks up to him.)

Robin: Well, since you said please...No.

(She shoves all the way back into the hallway.)

(Y/N): I'll just try tomorrow.

The Next Day

(We see Y/N cleaning a theater after a showing.)

(Y/N): [groans] Why do people leave all their trash on or under their seat? I mean, are they really that lazy to pick it up, walk a few steps, and put it in the trash? Or are they inconsiderate? Most people don't even finish their popcorn! Which just completely blows my mind.

(He looks under a seat to see...)

(Y/N): Gum. Why do people stick their gum under the seat?! We don't even sell gum here for that exact reason! [annoyed growl]

(He sticks out his index finger & a claw replaces the fingernail. He starts scraping away the gum under the seat.)

(Y/N): [sniffs] There's gum under all of the seats.

Theater Attendant: Hey, (Y/N). You're on break. I'll take over from here.

(Y/N): [sigh of relief] Thank you.

(We now see Y/N behind some girls, in line at Scoops Ahoy.)

(Y/N): [whistles nonchalantly]

Steve: Alrighty, one scoop of chocolate. That's a buck-twenty-five. Anything else?

(He notices the shirt one of the girls is wearing.)

Steve: Ooh, Purdue. Fancy.

Girl: Yeah, I'm excited.

Steve: Yeah, you know, I considered it, Purdue, but then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real-life experience, you know, before I hit college, see what it feels like. Kinda like, uh, I don't know, see what it's like to earn a working-man's wage, you know? Uh...

(Y/N): *holds in laughter*

[REGISTER BEEPING]

Steve: Oh, I'm sorry. I think that's, like, really important.

Girl: Yeah, totally.

Steve: Yeah, anyway, this was, like, so fun. We should kind of like, you know, I don't know, maybe hang out this weekend of--

[COINS CLATTER]

Steve: Oh, sorry about that. Uh...I don't know. Maybe next weekend--

Girl: Yeah, I'm busy.

Steve: Oh, that's cool. I'm--I'm working here next weekend, so...the following weekend's better for me.

Girl: No, I'm sorry, I can't.

(The girls leave.)

Steve: I...This is...my first day here. [sighs]

(Y/N): You dodged a bullet there, my friend.

Steve: Please tell me how.

(Y/N): She kind of seemed like a bitch.

Steve: Dude, you think every girl that turns me down is a bitch.

(Y/N): Your point is?

Steve: My point...My point is that you have your own job and yet it seems you're always here. Is there a reason for that? Because I doubt it's me.

(Y/N): It could be.

Steve: Is it?

(Y/N): I was actually hoping to talk to you about that. See--

(Robin slides open the window.)

Robin: And another one bites the dust.

(Steve turns around as Y/N looks beside him to see...)

Robin: You are oh-for-six, Popeye.

Steve: Yeah, yeah, I can count.

(Y/N): Six, Steve? And I just got here.

Steve: Not helping, bro.

Robin: You know that means you suck.

Steve: Yep, I can read, too.

Robin: Since when? Actually, I guess you don't have to feel too bad about it since I'm lumping (Y/N) with you.

(Y/N): This oughta be good.

Robin: (Y/N), care to tell us just how many times you've struck out with the ladies at the theater?

(Y/N): Oh, um, well...four.

Robin: Four, wow.

(She writes four more dash marks on the loser side of the board.)

Robin: Oof, you're in the double digits, boys.

Steve: It's this stupid hat. I am telling you, it is totally blowing my best feature.

Robin: Yeah, company policy is a real drag. You know, it's a crazy idea, but have you considered...telling the truth like your buddy there?

Steve: Oh, you mean, that I couldn't even get into Tech and my douchebag dad's trying to teach me a lesson, I make three bucks an hour, and I have no future? That truth?

Robin: And yours, (Y/N)?

Steve: Same as mine.

Robin: Really?

(Y/N): For the most part. Parents kicked me out but I do have my own place. I just take it day by day. No real prospects though...probably would explain why I'm being shot down.

Robin: Hey, twelve o'clock.

(Y/N & Steve turn around to see some girls walk into Scoops Ahoy.)

Steve: Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Okay...Uh...I'm going in. Okay? And you know what?

(He tosses his hat.)

Steve: Screw company policy.

Robin: Oh, my God, you're a whole new man.

(Y/N): So rebellious.

Steve: Right? Ooh. [chuckles]

(He turns to face the girls as Y/N lets them pass him.)

Steve: Ahoy, ladies! Didn't see you there.

Girl: [gasps]

Steve: Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I'll be your captain. I'm Steve Harrington. Can I get you guys a little taste of the Cherries Jubilee? No? Anybody? Banana Boat? Four people, four spoons? Share it in the booth? Anybody? It's hot out there.

(Pan to Y/N leaving Scoops Ahoy.)

(Y/N): [chuckles] Captain Harrington.