Steve and Robin in an alternate universe

Rocky Road

Steve's POV:
I woke up to an empty bed and a room smelling of BO and deodorant. The smell of sweat and locker rooms hit my nose as I remembered the soccer try outs yesterday. I remembered the tripping and the missing the ball and the shouts and screams from my teammates as I missed the open goal.

Snapping out of the memories I heard a crash downstairs. As I headed downstairs I grabbed a baseball bat from under my bed. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I turned the corner and saw a stray cat playing in my kitchen cupboards. I tightened my grip on the bat as I approached. The cat began to cuddle my arm. It's name tags read "Mews". What a stupid name I thought as I picked it up and released into the words outside my house.

As I headed inside I began to get changed for the shitty school day ahead of me. Just some basic jeans a blue shirt and a denim jacket. Eating breakfast alone was a normal occurrence for me with the lack of parents and siblings. Well I do have parents and a sibling but they're in Alaska for business so it felt like I was living alone most of the time. I watched outside my window as cars passed by until a girl on her bike fell straight over her handbags into the tarmac. I felt the need to help but I couldnt for some reason. Possibly my true conscience or possibly my toxic facade but all I could do was laugh just that laugh. She got up with a bleeding leg and walked towards my house presumably for seeing me laugh through my window.

As she knocked on the door I answered with a straight face. She said "Sorry to bother you but do you like, have a plaster or something" I answered "Erm sure do you want to come in or want to just stay in the cold" She sent me a skeptic all look but she followed me into my kitchen of which she sat on the counter of without asking. I found the plasters but they had little kittens on them since they were meant for toddlers. I applied it to her leg and gave her a smile. Returned with a laugh presumably to mock my plaster taste. "Hey they're for my sister!" I replied to try and justify the pack. She just thanked me smiled and left on her bike to school.

Shit. School. I ran to my car with leftover pizza in hand and drove to Hawkins high with no homework done and an iq of 64.