5 ~ There's some moments bigger than me

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ROBIN'S POV
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I was about 80% sure that I was reading too much into this.

I mean, I do that a lot. But it would explain the secrecy, him struggling to say anything, why he chose me. (Despite me being his best friend, of course.)
But 'This person'? That cant have been anything but a hint.

I look over to him and he looks like he's about to cry.

"Rob.." He chokes out.

I have tears in my eyes now, too.

"Steve, is it, is it a guy? Do you like a guy?" I say so softly I almost whisper.

All I get in response is a small nod and him biting his lip. I rush over and pull him into a tight hug. I hate hugs, but there's some moments bigger than me.

He's crying into my shoulder, and I into his, and I think it's the first time I've heard, or seen, Steve Harrington cry.

"Hey, hey," I say through tears, placing our foreheads together, the way my mum would do when I was upset as a kid, "You know I love you right? With a capital 'P'."

I can see him smile and I smile back. We look in the mirror next to us, we're both a mess, and we laugh about it and sit across from each other between two walls just like that day at Starcourt. That crazy fucking day.

"I'm just, I guess I'm confused because, well, I still like girls," Steve says, looking at me like I was some sort of gay-dictionary.
"But, I like this guy now , and I really, really, like him. But then I still like girls, and I don't know if that's even possible. I just feel like I'm the only person in the world who feels like this, and I'm just, I don't know. I don't know."

"Steve, out of, like, 7 billion people in the world, you think you're the only person to ever like both genders?" I say, and I'm not sure if it sounds mean or reassuring. He smiles though.

"Look, Nancy might know what to do," I say, and he frowns.
"If it makes you feel any better, I told her I way gay last night and she was fine with it."

"Holy shit, Robin that's huge!" He says, somewhat forgetting about his own gay crisis for a second.

He looks at floor, and then at me, and says
"Ok," in a tiny voice.

He gets up from the floor and helps me up. When we walk out the door he stops and smiles at me.

"With a capital 'P'," he says.

I look at him, "With a capital 'P'."

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