Steve Harrington X-reader •~• Summer Nights

S.2/E.3

Adam. Adam knew me better than I knew myself. We told each other everything. I still remember the day he told me his biggest secret. Something no one knew about him.

"You can tell me anything, Adam. I'm your best friend." I told him as we sat on his bed doing homework. Something was on his mind that he wanted to confide in me with so we took a break from our studies to talk, really talk.

"I know, I know." He said. "It's just, it's hard for me to say. It's something my dad would literally disown me for." He said all nervous.

"It's okay. I won't judge you, you know that." I told him grabbing his hand. "You can trust me."

Adam took a deep breath. "I'm gay."

I looked him dead in the eyes, moved my hand to his face as a stray tear began to fall. I wiped it away with my thumb before speaking. "I know."

"You know?" He asked.

"I'm your best friend, of course I know." I told him as a few more tears streamed down his face. I pulled him into a hug and reassured him. "Hey, hey. It's okay. I love you. And I will support you always, okay?"

"I love you too." He said.

The thing about Adam is that he was the only person I would ever tell that I loved them. Those three words were rather difficult for me to use so I only used them sparingly. He was the only person I wouldn't be lying to when I used those words so he was the only one that ever heard them from me.

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At lunch I decided to eat by myself again. I tried to catch up on more of the homework I was behind in. I quite enjoyed the back parking lot if I was being honest. It was quiet, peaceful. There was shade from the building and it was so empty that you could see anything from the tiniest insects to the squirrels as they scavenged for food.

The back door to the school burst opened and my attention turned to whoever it was that emerged so aggressively.

"Dammit!" He sighed. It was Steve. "Dammit, Dammit, Dammit!"

He was now kicking the brick wall. "Dammit." He sighed softer as winced from his foot.

"Hey." I said from my spot on the ground.

"Hey." He said caught off guard. "Sorry about my little, my little thing I was just doing. I didn't think anyone would be out here."

"No worries." I said. "Sometimes I feel better when I'm yelling and kicking at a brick wall too."

"Funny, yeah." He said.

"So, what did the wall do to deserve that?" I asked.

"The wall? Well, the wall basically crushed my soul and then claimed to not remember doing it the next day." He ranted.

"Ah, so the wall must be Nancy." I figured aloud.

"Yeah, must be." He said. "I'm sorry, I know she's your friend. You probably don't wanna hear about what happened from me."

"I'm a good listener if you need someone to rant to." I told him.

Without any hesitation Steve started his little rant fest that had been building up inside. "So Nancy had a few drinks and like, it's a party so that's whatever. But after the fourth or fifth drink I'm getting concerned, you know? I don't want her getting drunk to the point that she'll regret it later. And it was a school night, you know? I'm just trying to be a good boyfriend."

"Right." I said listening.

"So then I'm trying to take away the drink that she had just poured because she definitely did not need it." He ranted. "And she ended up spilling it on herself. Then she was mad at me going on about how everything is bullshit. I'm bullshit, our relationship is bullshit. Everything is just-"