Keith was an asshole. That was the only thing Steve and Robin could agree on right now.

She'd given Steve a new nickname, sleeves. Ever since she realized what he was hiding she would not leave him alone. All she wanted to talk about was whether he would write back to his soulmate. It didn't matter that there was a whole other person that was already writing back to them. Robin actually had a lot to say about it when he brought it up along with some words he'd never heard before.

Steve chose to ignore her lectures. Robin didn't have much of a love life, so Steve didn't think she could say anything.

Ding.

Two girls walked in, giggling about some guys. Steve walked away from the counter and hoped Robin would deal with them. He could already tell she would have a lot to talk about when they left. Steve was moving away from them when he heard the bell ring again. He glanced at the door when he saw a familiar redhead. Vickie walked toward Steve and handed him a movie, Fast Times. There was a specific scene in this movie that Steve remembered pretty well.

"Steve! Next time we have stupid customers it's your turn, they didn't want to hear about any of my movie suggestions, and Vickie walked and-"

Steve held up Fast Times, "And let's see what she brought."

"What is that?"

"I think you know what this is Rob. I wonder what we'll find," He moved toward the rewinder.

He put the movie in and there was shirtless Phoebe Cates. Steve stared at Robin.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything."

"I can hear your stupid face," Robin was glaring at him.

"My stupid face? That's the best you could come up with?"

"Shut up."

Steve shut up and started rewinding the movie. Robin had a chance with this girl, and Steve knew it. If she would just put herself out there a little. He agreed that she couldn't come on too strong but that didn't mean Robin should never talk to her. He knew if he could ask, topless Phoebe Cates would agree.

Two hours later Steve was finally allowed freedom. Before going home he stopped to get the kids from their D game. When he knocked on the door Eddie Munson was talking to Dustin. He watched as all of the kids passed Munson while glaring at him. Steve didn't know a lot about D but he knew that look meant at least one of them died today. As Steve dropped them all off at their houses he learned about how evil Munson was. Apparently, the only kids that didn't have to make new characters were Dustin and Will. Mike spent the whole ride complaining that Dustin was only still alive because Eddie liked him. Sometimes that kid was a little bitch.

While the kids fought Steve could feel the soulmates writing to each other. This time on his thighs. They'd been moving around since the artist responded for the first time. Maybe it was wrong, but Steve was invested in these two. They both even lived in Hawkins.

Steve watched as Dustin walked to his front door, waiting until he was inside to drive off. It was stupid, but Steve slept better when he dropped the kids off. Even if when he got home he still had to check the pool to see if Barb was waiting there for him. Or how he had to sleep with the lights on. He needed to make sure he could get to his bat easily before he could drift off.

Billy hadn't brought up his sleeping habits again but Steve could see him watching him. The blonde was weirdly protective for someone who was ready to kill Steve last year.

Steve showered, getting ready to sleep until he started scrubbing his thighs and remembered the writing still there.

More drawings sat on his legs, little doodles obviously done out of boredom. The poet had obviously tried to copy the drawing, but they came out looking like scribbles next to the pictures. Steve fought the urge to grab a marker and stepped out of the shower.

He settled into bed staring into the light on his ceiling. Steve woke up to the sound of someone pounding on his door.

"Steve!" Bang. Bang.

"C'mon man I know you're in there," Dustin yelled, "I'm coming in and you better be ready to go!"

He forgot that he was taking the kid to get new clothes. As he heard the door open Steve debated whether or not he should take the kid's key back. He could hear Dustin running up his stairs.

"Steve!" Suddenly his blanket was gone.

Steve threw a pillow at Dustin's head.

"I thought you were an athlete. I'm right here and you missed. You're losing you're touch man."

This time Steve didn't miss. Steve watched as Dustin found him pants and a shirt. The kid really needed help knowing how to dress Steve decided. The clothes weren't the problem, it was the kid.

As he got out of bed Steve heard Dustin gasp.

"Steve."

The kid was getting hit by more than a pillow if he was telling Steve to hurry up again, "Yes, Dustin?"

"I thought you said you never got anything from your soulmate."

Steve followed Dustin's eyes to his calf where the words good morning were scribbled.

"I did."

"You lied."

"Yes."

With that Steve started putting on his pants. He was not in the mood to have this conversation with a fourteen-year-old. Dustin was asking him questions but Steve was too busy finding a different shirt to respond. Once he'd done his hair and brushed his teeth Steve grabbed his keys and walked out to his car. When Dustin followed him in Steve saw the kid staring at him.

"So, do you like her?"

The way Steve saw it he had two options, he could either Dustin that sometimes the universe messed up and that Steve was a mess up, or he could avoid that conversation.

"Yeah, she's pretty cool."