So, this series is going to focus on how Steve feels unlucky, (because he deserves to feel sorry for himself, okay?), until one of the Party members make him realize that he is pretty lucky. I was going to make this a 5 + 1 but there were too many people in Steve's life that could show him that he is lucky.

First up, Dustin.

RING!

Steve groaned into his pillow. Of course, the phone would ring bright and early in the morning on his day off.

Just his luck.

RING!

"Coming, coming." Steve said to no one in particular and trudged down the stairs.

Steve picked up the phone and answered in a groggy voice. "Hello?"

"Steven!" a shrill voice cried.

"Hey mom." Steve sighed, leaning his head against the wall. He just wanted to go back bed.

"I'm just calling to tell you that we might be delayed coming home. Paris is just divine!" Steve's mom exclaimed.

Steve perked up slightly. "For how long?"

"We don't know, son." a gruff voice cut in. Steve's dad. "We just wanted to let you know."

"Okay," Steve replied, trying not to let disappointment bleed into his voice. He hung up the phone with a small goodbye.

Another out of town business trip that had been extended. Another trip he wasn't invited to.

Steve didn't even really want to go. He just wanted to be thought of.

But he never was.

Steve's parents had always left him behind, been doing it since he was 13.

At first it was great. No parents, time to himself.

Then, slowly, the time that his parents spent at home in between trips became smaller and smaller.

And Steve slowly got lonelier and lonelier.

Steve shuffled up to his bed and tried to hold back tears.

He missed his parents.

He missed what kind of family they could have been.

The kind where the father and son go out and play basketball together before dinner and after the parents asking how their kid's day had been. Then the son helped his mom clean dishes, and they made jokes the entire time.

But no.

Instead, it was long times away, few phone calls, and an empty house.

Steve closed his eyes and wished for sleep to come.

Dustin dropped his bike near the front door of Steve Harrington's house.

He pulled out his key and let himself in.

"Steve!?" he called.

It was supposed to be his day off and the two of them made plans to hangout.

Usually, he would find Steve in his kitchen, making some type of meal for both of them.

But as Dustin peered into the kitchen, he saw no Steve and smelled no bacon.

The boy shrugged to himself, figuring that Steve was sleeping in, and set about making breakfast himself.

Dustin reached up and grabbed a pan from the top of a cupboard and accidentally crashed a couple of them together.

Dustin winced at the loud noise, and he hoped it didn't wake up Steve.

Dustin started to hum to himself, bopping his head to the beat he was making.

He reached into the fridge and pulled out the eggs and bacon.

He threw them on the counter and didn't think twice about the noise it had made.

Steve jerked out of his sleep.

He'd heard a crashing sound downstairs.

Steve automatically reached for his bat and listened.

He listened carefully and finally heard...

Humming?

Dustin.

He'd completely forgotten about their plans for today.

There was a slamming noise, followed by a couple of more crashing ones.

Steve dropped his bat and put on the nearest clean shirt and pants that was on his floor.

He jogged down the stairs, hoping that Dustin didn't break anything.

Steve turned the corner and stopped just before the threshold of the kitchen.

Dustin was moving his head to a beat that he was making up, moving around the kitchen with ease.

He put the bacon in the sizzling pan and jumped back quickly so the grease couldn't hit him.

Steve smirked at his antics.

He cleared his throat.

Dustin jumped a foot into the air and yelped.

He turned around with a hand on his chest.

"You scared me." Dustin panted.

"I see that." Steve responded and finally stepped into the kitchen. "Sorry, I slept in late."

Dustin waved it off and began to observe the pan of bacon. "It's fine. I know you're tired."

"What's for breakfast?" Steve asked.

"Bacon and eggs." Dustin answered as he flipped the bacon over.

Steve gave a nod and started to crack the eggs.

As he did, he watched Dustin, who'd started to hum again, this time making a dance to the tune.

Steve glanced around at the empty and dark hallways surrounding the kitchen, last night he despised them, now they were just regular hallways.

He turned back to Dustin who was literally dancing around the kitchen, setting out plates and cups at the counter.

Steve grinned at him.

Dustin saw him staring and suddenly stopped, and Steve thought it was because he was embarrassed but then Dustin practically shouted, "Steve! You still haven't cooked the eggs? Come on, even I could have been done with them by now."

Steve crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. "Oh yeah? Well, if you can do it that fast, how about you do then?"

Dustin squinted in confusion and then deflated.

"I walked right into that one, huh?" he asked, grabbing the egg mixture and pouring it into the sizzling pan.

"Yep." Steve answered, plating the bacon and grabbing the milk and orange juice.

Dustin saw the orange juice and fake gagged. "How can you drink that?"

Steve held up the orange juice and acted offended. "OJ? How dare you? You're the one drinking milk!"

Dustin scoffed and turned back to the eggs.

Steve smiled to himself.

He really had needed this.

Dustin went back to humming, (seriously where was he getting this tune?) and he busted out even more dance moves this time.

Steve quietly laughed as he realized something.

He didn't need his parents.

Steve had Dustin.

And that was pretty lucky.

AN: Hope everyone liked it! I love Dustin and Steve's relationship! This duo has made laugh so hard! Reviews and comments are appreciated!