ʙᴜʀɴᴛ ᴛᴇᴀʀs - ʀᴏɴᴀɴᴄᴇ

Six

Nancy and Steve were both in the same bathroom stall, Nancy sitting on the ground with Steve sitting also on the ground next to her.

"I just feel like she doesn't feel as attached to me." Nancy moped, laying her head on her knees.

"I always thought she liked you, she would always stare at you- and call you a dingus. I don't get it."

"Trust me, she likes you," Steve scoffed, he leaned near Nancy's ear, "she's even got a thing for women!" Steve whispered, his face looking like a muppet after Nancy smiled a bit.

"But doesn't she like that Vickie girl you mentioned."

"Red heads can't compare to you!" Steve laughed. "Didn't you say you guys were practically snuggling the other night while watching The Breakfast Club?" Steve raised his eyebrows up and down. Nancy pursed a smile.

"She even fixed her posture when she saw you this morning!"

"I know, I know.." Nancy drifted her words off. "But today, you better let me drive her home, Harrington." She softly spoke.

"Alright, alright, it just feels lonely not singing to the radio with Robin while driving home or to work." Steve pouted.

"You'll be fine, hitch a ride with Eddie or something?" Nancy rolled her eyes.

"Oh and me and Robin don't have work today so she's all yours the rest of the night." Steve winked.

"Hush, Steve, or should I say little Stevie?" Nancy smiled, recalling one of Robin's jokes.

"Don't call me that." Steve sighed sarcastically.

"I appreciate you letting me open up to you." Nancy patted Steve's lushes hair.

"Don't mess up the hair!" Steve joked, "But seriously, don't."