Steve and I ended up staying at Dustin's overnight. I slept in the guestroom, and Steve took the couch. As soon as I wake up, I head into the living room to see if Steve is awake. Surely enough, he is sound asleep on the couch. I smile at him and make my way to wake him up. He begins to stir in his sleep, indicating it won't take a lot to wake him up.

"Steve?" I call his name. He hums in response, scrunching his eyes tightly at the light rushing into his eyes. He sits up and rubs his eyes while I make my way to sit next to him. "Did you sleep okay?"

He groans while stretching his arms and his back like he always used to when we were kids. "Could've slept better but not complaining," he smiles at me. "What about you?" He asks me, his eyes fixated on mine.

I shake my head. "I only got a couple of hours," I reply with a yawn. He sends a warm look my way before looking at the clock in the corner.

He turns back to face me and shrugs his shoulders. "We better go wake up Dustin," Steve sighs, pushing himself up off the couch. He stops at his bedroom door and turns back at me. "He didn't sleep here last night."

"Correction," Dustin's voice sounds from behind us, startling both of us. "I didn't sleep at all, I've been preparing everything for today." He sends us both a wide smile before heading out of the front door. "Since it's collectively myself and Steve's fault that he got out-"

"My fault?" Steve questions, shaking his head. "If I remember correctly, you were the one who locked that thing down there."

Dustin turns back to face him nodding his head. "Yes, you remember correctly. That part is my fault," Dustin admits. "However, you were the one who startled him so he started digging a tunnel out of there."

Steve opens his mouth widely, offended he is getting the blame for this. "Kid, that thing was long gone before we got there," he defends himself. Dustin sends a glare to Steve and he just nods his head. "Right, okay. My fault, too."

We go outside and see three buckets full of raw meat. I grimace at the sight and smell before looking away. "Okay, so the plan is to lure him out somewhere secluded and try to catch it or if we have to, kill it," Dustin explains to us, Steve nodding every now and again. "Killing it would probably be a good idea.

"Dustin!" A voice sounds from his radio. "This is Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin?"

I slip a pair of washing up gloves onto my hands before helping Steve get everything together. "Well, well, well, look who it is," Dustin smiles to himself, walking a little further away from the two of us.

"Sorry man," Lucas apologizes, "My stupid sister turned it off." Dustin nods his head, turning back to face Steve and me.

I lean against Steve's car and let him do the rest. "Well, when you were having sister problems, Dart grew again," Dustin informs Lucas. I scrunch my face up at Steve, wondering why the hell this kid named it. "He escaped and I'm pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgon."

I kind of saw it coming but now it's official. It's been said out loud. The Demogorgon is back to kill us all. Great. "Wait, what?" Lucas questions Dustin in shock, just as stunned by this as I am.

"I'll explain later," Dustin tells Lucas, waving his hand about. "Just meet me, Steve and Liz, at the old junkyard."

"Steve?" Lucas questions, dramatically. "And Elizabeth?"

"And bring your binoculars and wrist rocket," Dustin orders Lucas.

"Steve Harrington? Lizzie Peterson?" Lucas continues to question, baffled about our involvement.

"All right," Steve speaks up, after gathering everything together. "Let's go." He closes the trunk to his car, catching my leg as it falls. I let out a yelp of distress and Steve just laughs. "Steve, that actually really hurt, man," I complain, rubbing my thigh.

"Just be there, stat," Dustin growls at Lucas. "Over and out."

Around an hour passes of walking and throwing raw meat on the floor every few yards. My arm begins to hurt from the repetitive movements, but I disregard that and carry on anyway. Steve and Dustin are having their own conversation while I just stay in my own world.

"All right, so let me get this straight," Steve says. I decide it's probably best for me to start listening in case I miss something important and to get an overview of what they were talking about. "You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who... who you just met?"

Dustin pauses for a moment, thinking about it. "All right, that's grossly oversimplifying things," Dustin defends himself, pointing at Steve, who is standing next to me, just a little bit behind Dustin.

I scrunch my face up in confusion. "Why would a girl like some nasty slug, anyway?" I question, thinking back to the skin it had shed the night before.

Dustin smiles and turns to face me. "An interdimensional slug?" He asks out loud. "Because it's awesome." He seems to think that this creature is the best thing to happen to him up to the point of its escape.

Steve scoffs, not seeing where he's coming from. "Well, even if she thought it was cool," he begins before taking a pause, "which she didn't," he emphasizes, dramatically. "I-I just," Steve trails off before thinking for a moment. "I don't know, I just feel like you're trying way too hard."

Dustin nods his head, taking it all in, but still having none of it. "Well not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?" He snaps, defensively.

Steve sighs, shaking his head. "It's not about the hair, man," Steve shakes his head. "The key with girls is just..." I begin to listen intently to try and figure out his secrets. "Just acting like you don't care."

I freeze in my tracks, but the two just carry on walking, not noticing my shock. "Even if you do?" Dustin questions.

Steve nods his head. "Yeah, exactly," he praises Dustin. "It drives them nuts."

"I'm sorry, what?" I speak up, beginning to catch up with them. "You're telling me that the 'secret to girls' is to toy with their feelings?" Steve and Dustin look at me like I'm crazy.

Steve shakes his head at me. "It's not toying with your feelings it's just making you think about me more," he replies, trying to justify his method.

I am actually shocked that this is how Steve thinks. "Or you can really hurt her mentally by her going on with her life thinking that you don't like her back when in actual fact, it's all a mind game," I scold him, not impressed at all.

Steve shrugs his shoulders. "Maybe I'm just taking a page out of your book then," Steve pipes up. "You know, how girls play mind games."

I can feel anger filling up inside me. "Okay, so you pretend you don't care, and then what?" Dustin questions him, trying to stop us from bickering with one another.

"You just wait, until uh," Steve pauses, throwing a piece of meat onto the derelict track below our feet. "Until you feel it."

Dustin furrows his brows at Steve and cocks his head to the side slightly, like a dog. "Feel what?" He questions Steve, making me smile a little. I wish I could go back to the time when I was this innocent.

Steve takes a moment to think. "It's like before it's gonna storm, you know?" Steve begins to describe to Dustin. "You can't see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh..." Steve trails off, thinking of the right word. "Electricity, you know?"

Dustin nods his head in confidence. "Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds are in the atmosphere-" Dustin says, for confirmation.

I stifle a soft laugh and he looks at me in confusion. "No, no, no, no," I shake my head at him. I place my hand on his shoulder. "I think what Steve is trying to say is like sexual electricity," I tell Dustin.

Steve nods his head at me, pointing. "Yeah, that's the one," he begins. "You feel that and then you make your move."

Dustin nods his head again. "So that's when you kiss her?" He questions, trying to grasp all the information Steve and I, mainly Steve, are feeding to him.

Steve shakes his head, violently. "No, whoa, whoa," he interrupts Dustin, quickly. "Slow down, Romeo," he scolds him. Dustin sends an unnecessary apology to Steve. "Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive," Steve continues. "You know, strong, hot and heavy. Like a... I don't know, like a lion." Dustin hums, keeping his eyes on the track. "But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy. Like a..." Steve trails off again.

"Like a ninja," I input, proudly. Steve nods his head and points at me, again.

"Exactly," Steve agrees with me. "Like a ninja."

Dustin nods his head. "What type is Nancy?" Dustin asks, trying to apply all of his new knowledge to real life.

Steve doesn't reply, thinking about it all. "Nancy's different," he tells Dustin. "She's different than the other girls." For some reason, my heart sinks to the floor and everything Steve says about Nancy cuts deep.

Dustin smiles, looking up at Steve. "Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess," he tells Steve, making it hurt even more. Steve nods and agrees with Dustin. "But this girl's special too, you know?" Dustin adds on, bringing the conversation back on track. "It's just, like, something about her."

Steve stops in his tracks. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey," Steve stammers out, quickly. Dustin stops to face Steve. "You're not falling in love with this girl, are you?" Dustin denies it, quickly. "Okay, good," Steve nods his head. "Don't," he adds on, pointing in Dustin's face. "She's only going to break your heart and you're way too young for that shit."

"Oh please," I stifle a laugh at Steve. "You're the heartbreaker, Steve. You've literally never had your heartbroken."

Steve turns to face me before shrugging his shoulders and carries on walking. "That just goes to show what you know," Steve shakes his head at me.

I knit my brows together and scoff. "You've been my best friend my whole life, Steve," I tell him, not knowing what the hell he is talking about. "You've never had your heartbroken."

"Not that you know about," he shakes his head, throwing another piece of meat at the ground, this time he throws it hard. It hits the ground with a thud. "But that doesn't matter," he shakes his head. "The point is, Dustin is too young to be getting his heartbroken. Is that even?"

I nod my head at Steve. "yeah, I'd say that's pretty even." Steve nods his head at me and carries on walking. We all walk in silence for a few more moments before Steve breaks the silence again.

"Faberge," he announces, completely out of context. Dustin looks at Steve in confusion before he points up to the mop on his head. "It's Faberge Organics," he tells Dustin. "Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair's damp- it's not wet, okay? When it's damp, you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray."

Dustin's smile stretches from ear to ear. "Farrah Fawcett spray?" He asks Steve in amusement. Steve turns to face him, with a straight face and stops walking.

"Yeah," he nods, completely unamused. "Farrah Fawcett," he continues. "You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. You're dead, Henderson. Do you understand?" He points in Dustin's face with a handful of meat. Dustin nods his head, quickly, fear filling his eyes at the thought of being beaten up by Steve. Even though he's never actually won a fight.

"Welcome to the Farrah Fawcett crew," I tell Dustin. He looks at me extremely shocked. "You think Steve really found all of these techniques for his hair by himself?" I question Dustin. "I am his hair guru, Henderson."