I Like You Lots (Steddie)

Chapter 13

A/N; Sometimes the best stories come from a place of honesty.

There's your quote for the day. Ily and stay golden.

TW; mentions of depression, slightly suggestive situations and fluff as usual 💕

I swear to god I am not a morning person. I don't look forward to it, I don't like getting up early. I don't like the stupid daylight in my face. But there's something about waking up to a person next to you, someone who you are fully falling head over heals for, that just makes it different. Almost tolerable. I don't know how to explain it, but it's nice having him here with me.

Luckily for me today was Sunday, and the shop is closed. So I don't need to go in. But, it's gay brunch Sunday... fuck. I really really don't want to talk to Robin after what was said yesterday. I have a countless amount of texts that I don't want to go through. I don't even bother reading most of them. It's all something like, 'have you talked to Steve?', or 'Look I know I'm being harsh... blah blah blah.' But what she doesn't realize about what she did or said, is that I was in a depression pit and her calling me out did not help at all.

I feel Steve roll over next to me and place one of his hands on my back. "Morning." his sweet sleepy voice feels like warm honey. "Oh shit I'm sorry did I wake you?"

"No... Well kinda. You moving around woke me up."

"Sorry I was trying to close the 5 million messages from Robin.."

"Have you talked to her yet?"

"No. I don't really want to... She was rude."

"I don't think she means to be rude, she's just not aware of how sad you were and thought you were just shutting me out or something. Which to be fair, you kinda were trying to."

"I know... I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Water under the bridge and all that. We're good. I promise. I feel a little bad for freaking out and calling Robin though. I know I should have just... I don't know. Waited to talk to you or something but I was butthurt and she's your best friend who just so happens to live in the apartment next door... I thought she would come check on you, not be an ass."

"Well you underestimated her, that's for sure." I put my phone on the nightstand and lay on my back. I know I can't avoid talking to her. She is my best friend and I know she meant well. She just had such shit timing. "I'm going to see if she's home. Be right back." I go slip some sweatpants and slippers on, and go knock on her door. "Robs?"

"I don't wanna talk to you, Eddie."

"C'mon kid let me in."

"No."

"Why's your door even locked? You never lock it."

"Because I don't want company."

"Guess we don't want to go to brunch then? Will and Vickie will be very disappointed..." I hear some rustling and the door unlocks and opens. Revealing a very disgruntled looking Robin. "What do you want?"

"I want to explain."

"Fine. Come in." I go inside and sit on her couch. It's a little weird being in her apartment, to be honest. It's basically the same as mine. Minus a window, and decorated very eclectically. Lots of tapestries on the walls, a small TV in the corner. A couch, and a queen sized bed with a yellow, orange and brown paisley duvet. "Look. So yesterday I was basically on the brink of shutting everyone out. I couldn't even handle myself in the stage I was in. I was depressed, like not the normal functioning kind, like, I felt like I would be better off dead. And I didn't want to burden anyone with it. So I kinda just... slept and cried all day."