4-amERICA

                                    

                                          
Warnings:slight swearing 
Words:1688
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Steve and Robin sat at the table, Dustin pacing while you were stood beside Robin. "That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with the keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it" Dustin explained. "But there's gotta be a way in" Robin hoped you would focus on the conversation, but the only thing on your mind was. Her smile, her laugh, the way her hair falls without her trying, the way her freckles splatter across her face in the perfect pattern she' s gorgeous she's the girl of my dreams.  
However, you did notice Robin run out of scoops ahoy, again, and ran after her and she took a few dollars out of the 'tip' jar. "Robin! Hey Robin what are you doing?" You called after her. 
"I need cash"she shrugged.
"Well, quarter of that is mine" Steve protested.
"And mine" You glared at Steve, making him remember. "Where are you going?" You asked a final time. "To find us a way into that room, a safe way, and in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up. I'll be back in a jiff." Robin ran off and out of the mall. "Always left behind" You shook your head. Dustin was licking Steve's scoop, tasing the ice cream that was on it. "Oh, dude. Come on, man, not my scooper" Steve grabbed it back and put it in his pocket.
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"It is fascinating was 20 bucks will get you at the County's Recorder's Office." Robin said as she slammed two blueprints of Starcourt. "Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints" 
"Not bad" I admitted 
"So.." Robin pointed at a place on the blueprints. "This is us, scoops, and this is where we want to get" She continued and ran her finger up the paper, ending at the place we were at earlier. "I mean, i dont really see a way in." 
"Yeah, no shit, Harrington." You remarked, sarcastically. "There's not, if your talking exclusively of outdoors" Robin continued explaining and she threw the first blueprints on the floor, revealing a second sheet of blueprints, but this time, it showed air duct routes. Dustin had caught on to what Robin was saying. "Air ducts."
"Exactly. Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room." She began to draw in a red marker on the sheet, tracing the route from Scoops all the way to the secret room. "And these air ducts lead all the way here." She look up at the air duct on the wall.
Steve removed the grate from the entrance of the air duct. "Flashlight?" Dustin handed him a flashlight so he could see through the small area. "Thank you. Yeah i don't know,man. I don't know if you can fit in here. It's, like... super tight"
"I'll fit. Trust me. No collar bones, remember?"
"Uh excuse me?" You hesitated. 
"Oh he's uh... yeah, he's got some disease. Chry, uh... it's Chrydo, um... something. Yeah, i dunno. He's missing bones and stuff. He can bend like gumbo." Steve explained. "You mean Gumby" you corrected. 
"Pretty sure it's gumbo."
"Steve, just shut up and push me!" Dustin commanded. "Okay. I'll push ya." Steve climbed up to the second step of the ladder and pushed his feet. "Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass."
"What?" Steve hesitated.
"Touch my but! I don't care!" Steve and Dustin kept bickering and shit while you and Robin just watched in confusion. 
"You think, you could fit?" She asked.
"Ugh, yeah i can fit, but you'd think I'd actually do that. No thanks. I'd rather read." You grabbed your book and sat at the table, reading from where you left off. Although all this was happening, you still couldn't take your mind of her. She's so pretty she..she just. She just make me so happy. And- fuck Y/N she barely even speaks to you. 
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Erica is contemplating wether to do it or not. Robin thought she'd be PERFECT to travel through the air ducts. "Yeah, i don't know." She crossed her arms.
"Oh, i can fit. I just don't know if i want to." 
"Are you claustrophobic?" Robin questioned. 
"I don't have phobias." Erica snickered at the question. See THIS. This is why she's my favourite. "Okay, well, what's the problem?"
"The problem is, i still don't know what's in this for Erica."