Imagine Dustin trying to ask you out on Steve's behalf.
"Wait, you want me to go out with you, kid?" you asked with a sweet smile to the little boy in front of you. He smiled back, which made you even cuter. "I'm older than you, kid."
"Yeah, I know, but the date's not for me," the curly-haired boy said quickly. You frowned.
"So?" you asked, confused. The boy was about to speak when an older boy arrived.
"Hey, Henderson, what the heck? Don't walk away from me like that," said a dark-haired boy your age.
"The date is for him, Steve. Say hi," Dustin told Steve with a mischievous smile. They both looked at the boy, you surprised and Steve nervous. "He'll pick you up at 7."
"Hey, wait... Henderson!" Steve shouted, watching the boy run off, away from both of them. You looked at Steve, who smiled nervously.
"About that date?" you asked nervously. You weren't going to lie; Steve was absolutely gorgeous.
"At 7?" Steve asked nervously. You laughed and nodded, telling the boy your name. He smiled. "Steve Harrington, a pleasure," he said with a smile, taking your hand carefully. You smiled back.
