Get It Together 2~ Steddie

2.

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Steve's eyes fell heavy as his head rested on the counter.

"what made u so grumpy?" Robin retorted, halting her sorting of VSH tapes to check up on Steve.

"I drank two nights in a row, I feel like shit" he lifted his head, turning around and leaning his back on the counter, his drowned eyes trying to focus on Robin's figure.

"then why come to work?" She crossed her arms.

" 'cause you would be by yourself" he mumbled, looking down at his shoes, blinking slowly as his hand brushed his hair.

"Steve. I can take care of myself at work." she snickered at his unnecessary worry for her, but appreciated it a lot.

"mhm, whatever you say" he smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking back up to a not-pleased Robin. "joking" he held a hand up with his smirk.

"right.." she nodded slowly, turning back around to sort the tapes in the cart.

the doorbell chimed as the two looked towards the door, Steve's stomach turning at the sight of a familiar face.

"Eddie? what are you doing here?" Robin placed the tape in her hand on the counter, walking up to Eddie who they haven't seen take a step in Family Video.

"oh just getting a movie for me and uncle Wayne to watch" he places his hands on his hips, smiling at her. "and I recently knew you worked here" his gaze then turned to Steve, "and him" his head pointed at Steve before turning back to Robin.

"oh cool! what kind of movie you lookin' for? cause there's this one movie I watched-" then she went on rambling about a movie she had watched with Vickie, but Eddie seemed to be intrigued in the conversation, listening to every word.

Steve rubbed his face, moving to resume Robin's job of sorting the tapes. Eddie then moved up to where Steve was, watching him put away a movie and walking back to the cart. Steve stopped and looked at him, "you need something?"

"oh, I just wanted your opinion on what movie I should watch" he shrugged his shoulders, hands in his leather jacket pockets.

"uhh.." Steve then looked for a movie he had enjoyed so he could get Eddie off his hip. "here" he had handed him a movie called 'The Outsiders'

"Shit! didn't know Steve liked The Outsiders" he grabbed the tape from Steve, smirking at him. "what's up with you? or are you always this mopey?"

"no just- tired is all" he mumbled, looking at a tape and seeing the genre.

"From what?" he set the tape on the counter behind him, eyebrows frowning at the taller guy.

Steve silently huffed out his nose, "drinking" he quickly said, moving to the shelf the movie needed to be on.

"hmph, what's the occasion?" Eddie followed behind, still holding on to the conversation.

"Nothing, you need something else?" Steve turned to the metal head, seeing he looked let down.

"nope, I'll get Robin to ring me up." his expression changed, quickly grabbing his movie and having Robin ring him up.

"shit," he grumbled, rubbing vigorously at his eyes, feeling like an asshole. he tried catching up to him at the door before he left, "hey man I'm sorry, I'm just hungover"

"uh huh." Eddie opened the door, closing it in Steve's face, and walked to his van. Steve turned around, groaning in pity as his arms slammed on the counter, head falling limp.

"nice move" Robin sassed, typing on the computer.

"Thanks." he rested his head back on the counter, back facing the door.

"Come on let's pack up before you hurt anyone else feelings" she shoved Steve's shoulder, walking into the back room.

he rolled his eyes and followed behind, shutting the power and locking the place up.

"you're going to the next play right?" Robin asked as they made their way to Steve's car.

"I guess I have to after that" his shoulders fell, unlocking the car and sitting in the driver's seat.

"good" Robin nodded with a smile, sitting in the passenger seat and feeling the seat rumble from the starting car.

"Does he always act like... that?." Steve questioned in a mumble, feeling weird asking a rude question.

"what do you mean 'that'?" she crossed her arms, looking at Steve who was regretting in asking already.

"no not like— I mean like- not clingy but— ugh I don't know!" he waved his hands around, then slammed them back on the wheel in defeat.

"take your time" Robin patted his shoulder, a few laughs escaping her pressed mouth.

"Why does he act all- flirty? or other words, friendly" he finally built the words, taking a glance over to the girl.

"hm, it is weird that he's all nice to you of all people" she shrugged, she had seen this just at the concert but didn't think too much into it.

"I take that in a mean way" Steve grumbled, his thumb brushing the wheel

"Well come on... you know you were a major douchebag a while back. with Tommy and Carol"

"your right. but I'm not like that anymore" he admitted.

"Well, he doesn't know that. last time he saw you were in high school, in that era" she grabbed a towel from the glove department and a pen from the console in the middle.

"what are you doing?" he took a few curious glances at her.

"giving you his address" she clicked the pen, folding the paper and slipping it into his jacket pocket while he was driving.

"wait hold on— why do I need his Address?" he quickly fished the written towel out of his pocket, unfolding it with one hand.

"so you could say sorry" she stated, stealing the pen by putting it in her pocket.

"Robin I don't want to just show up at his house and say sorry then leave? I could just say sorry at the concert." he looked at the address, still taking it all in.

"well that's too far away, he'll hate you then"

"Why should I care?" he folded the paper back up, shoving it in his pants pocket. Robin punched him in the shoulder, sparking him to give her a sharp look.

"Fine, don't blame me when he stops talking to me because he thinks I'm a creepo" he shook his hands, slamming them back down with a sigh.

"alright cya tomorrow!" Robin called, Steve twiddling his fingers at her as she walked into her house, then driving home.

he arrived at his beloved home, flopping in his bed as his leg had fallen asleep from the car ride, pulling the address out of his pocket again. he speculated on whether he should go or not. the thought would now flood his head until he made the decision.

he checked the clock, 5:30 pm. he gave his eyes a harsh rub, stood back up, and walked back downstairs, picking back up his keys and driving to the address to apologize, hopefully in a mannered way.