stranger things imagines.

first boyfriend: steve harrington.

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i had never had a boyfriend before steve harrington.
there is no one specific reason for this,
besides the fact half the boys my age were intolerable and could hardly hold a conversation past the usual,
"so....what's your name?"
but steve proved to be different the week him and i were partnered up together for class.
our conversations flowed without force,
like something that was habitual for us;
words just waiting to spill out for each other.
we were good friends for that week and when it ended,
i never expected him to ask me on a date.
i was nothing but nerves the moment he picked me up.
i realize, now, that he was too.
except his could only be seen in the nervous shaking of his leg,
never did that charming smile waver.
we laugh at it now,
the tension that thickened between us over an uneaten dinner and a silent movie,
until it ebbed away by steve's hand entwining itself with mine on the theater seat.
with my finger lying to his wrist,
i could feel the racing of his heart.
i'd been calmed from that erratic lullaby and the rest of the date had been spent in good fun,
once our nervous selves had been shed.
it set the mood for the rest of our time together.
only ever fun,
except for the times him and i do quarrel.
but even then,
steve does well in ensuring our emotions don't get the best of us.
he guides me through the things i might never have understood with such inexperience and steve also learns to coexist alongside me.
when it comes to first boyfriends,
i find i've lucked out with my lover.
from the moment the words,
"will you be my girlfriend?"
left his lips,
my life has been brought to a new height;
a life of contentment finding bliss.
at times,
i do find this to be overwhelming.
am i meant to love him with the entirety of my heart for the rest of my life?
am i meant to live with such passion burrowing in my chest?
but then when his lips find mine,
i come to realize it is not something i much mind.
the only reason my heart begins to race and refuses to settle is when i begin to wonder if steve, himself, will want me for as long as i will want him.
when my emotions get the best of me and i've convinced myself i'm no good at being a girlfriend,
considering the thought of being in love forever seems so fearsome,
steve says nothing of offense.
instead,
he'll kiss my temple with the purest of meaning and reassure me with calming words,
"how could i love anyone but you? even if one day you decide you don't want me anymore, my heart will always hold a corner for you, should you decide to come back."
then i'll lay my aching head to chest,
hear that assuaging lullaby i fell for that very first day,
and i realize loving him forever isn't so scary after all. 
today is no different.
steve harrington has called me during my efforts of understanding this incomprehensible homework and has asked to see me.
"i just saw you, like, two hours ago,"
i'd teased with a smile on my lips.
i have to admit,
i wanted to see him just as much.
"exactly. two hours too long without my only ray of sunshine."
if i close my eyes,
i could see steve clutching his chest that cages his heart for dramatic effect to add weight to his claim.
the vision made me giggle and agree,
"okay. you can come over, but you have to promise to help me with my homework."
"help you? what'd you think i was coming over for?"
i mocked his laughter,
which encouraged him to mock me in return.
this went on before we collapsed into our own giggles,
the perfect ending to our conversation.
i asked him to be safe when he uttered the words,
"i will. see you soon, lovely. i love you."
the words fell like a warm blanket over my once chilled skin and brought me relief from whatever anxiety might've been hollowing out my chest.
"i love you, too."
as i wait his arrival now,
i hurry to finish what's left of my work.
despite our promises of helping each other,
our study sessions will only ever in lengthy conversations and kisses that turn our lips a dark shade of crimson.
as i reach for my book bag,
i find a note placed into the smallest pocket,
lying in wait for my reading.
i unfold it to find steve's handwriting spelling out my name and a promise of love.