I Like You Lots (Steddie)

Chapter 3

A/N; okay I'm low key obsessed with writing this it's so fun. Lol. Sorry about all the updates I can't stop myself. I'll get back to my other stories soon I swear. 😅

TW; coming out, anxiety, flirting

After the movie ended everyone decided to go home. Well, not Robin. She's always here, one way or another.

I curl up in bed and I swear I cannot sleep. I'm so full of anxiety and worry that Steve isn't going to like me. Why would he be interested in someone like me? Am I even his type? Does he even know? What if when he finds out what lies beneath it all, he doesn't like me anymore? Sure. I pass. I pass with flying colors apparently.

But what if all this is for nothing once he finds out? I should be upfront. Honest. I need to tell him. But to get denied by someone so... goddamn perfect. That will kill me. I won't want to try again. I... I don't know.

Why couldn't I have just been born in the right body? It's like some cruel fucking joke. So funny universe. Thanks a lot. I'm over the joke now, it's old and I'm literally destroyed because of it.

"Robin, does he know?" She's absentmindedly scrolling on her phone, not sleeping. This woman is nocturnal. "Know what?"

"About... me?"

"I'm not picking up what you're throwing down right now, Munson. I'm not good at that. Be specific."

"You know... that I'm... trans?"

"Oh! Uhm well no, he doesn't know that. Why would that matter?"

"It might. I just don't want to get all hooked up in feelings for him to not actually.. want to be with me or something. Like." I sigh. "I don't know."

"Believe me if he likes you that's not gonna matter."

"To some people it does..."

"Do you think Steve is just some guy? I don't."

Robin leans down and is eye level with me. "Eddie. Listen to me. You're a great person. Funny. Awesome to be around. Easy to get along with. That hair? Cmon. You're beautiful man. He would be completely stupid to think otherwise. And so what? Your trans. That doesn't make you less of a man. Right?"

"I just... don't think I have the equipment he's expecting me to have..."

"And what if that is a non-factor to this equation? I mean there's like what... a one out of a ten chance he's not into it? I wouldn't be worried. Woo him with your stellar personality. What's in your pants isn't gonna matter."

"You're sure about that?"

"Not 100% but you know, you could just text him and ask. If you feel like you might be wasting his or your time. Just be honest. It won't hurt anything. Right? It's not like you're invested. You've just flirted with him a little."

I hate that she's always right about everything. "You're a good friend, do you know that?"

"Yup. I do. Thanks for noticing." She fluffs her hair on the sides making a stupid face at me. I shake my head and laugh. "An idiot. But a good friend."

It's late. It's like really late. I shouldn't text him right now but I need to get this over with. He's probably sleeping. What a way to wake up in the morning. Here goes nothing.

'Look I know you're probably sleeping but I just wanted to ask one more question before we uh.. hangout tomorrow. I'm so sorry if this wakes you up. X.x'

A few minutes go by and still nothing. I guess he is-DING.

'I uh.. nope. Not asleep. I can't sleep? I don't know. Anyway, what's up?'