Joe Keery Imagines

Crasher On The Couch - Part One.

My twin brother Eddie and I were like chalk and cheese - he was the long haired, metal loving, drug dealing D&D playing nerd, where I was not. I wasn't the opposite in that I was a cheer leader or anything, I wasn't in the popular crowd but I wasn't classed as a nerd or a freak like he was. I passed through school with most people not even giving me a second look, if it wasn't for the fact we looked alike, you wouldn't know we were related! And given that my brother was considered the freak of Hawkins on High, it was quite the surprise to wake up one Saturday morning to see Steve 'The Hair' Harrington asleep on our couch, he was the last person I expected my brother to socialise with.

I had stepped out of my room half asleep, running a hand through my hair in an attempt to tame the mess that the night's sleep had created while a huge yawn escaped my mouth. I stopped dead in my tracks and somehow managed to take in a sharp gasp silently, when I realised who it was that was sleeping on our couch. I ran into my brother Eddie's bedroom, who was fast asleep face down on his bed.

'EDDIE!!!!' I whispered loudly 'WAKE UP!!!' I said as I closed the door and made my way through the filth that littered the floor before shaking him awake.

'Huh?' Eddie mumbled, lifting his head slightly, before turning his head to continue sleeping.

'Eddie, wake up - what the fuck is Steve Harrington doing asleep on our couch????' I grabbed his side which made him jump and wake from his drunken sleep.

'What?' He grumbled as he turned over, squinting at me as his eyes adjusted to the light.

'Why is Steve Harrington - the guy who you know I have had a massive crush on since the first time I laid eyes on him - asleep on our couch with NO SHIRT ON????' Again, in a loud whisper through gritted teeth, so that Eddie heard me but not Steve.

Eddie laughed as he sat up, watching me cross my arms over the chest of my stupidly girlie nightie, 'He came to see the band play last night and I invited him back here for drinks and maybe the odd joint and let him crash on the couch.'

'FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!' I said, 'I'm busting for a pee, I don't want to go out there looking like this if he's awake- I look like shit!' I said, sitting on the edge of the bed, with my legs jiggling.

'I'm sure he either still be asleep or he won't care sis, trust me.'

'What? What do you mean 'trust me'?'

'Just go take a piss Y/N, before you wet the bed - with the amount Steve drank and smoked last night, I doubt you'll wake him.'

I got up and opened the door as quietly as I could and tiptoed my way to the other side of the trailer to the bathroom, trying my hardest not to wake up Steve or let my eyes linger too much on his bare chest, as I turned to look at him to make sure he was still asleep. Relief hit as I was able to finally pee but it didn't last long as I saw my reflection in the mirror and saw how awful I looked. My hair was still like a bird's nest - with hair similar to Eddie's, it didn't take much to tangle - even though I slept with it tied back! Remnants of yesterday's mascara and eyeliner smudged around my eyes. And my nightie made me look Iike I was a 10-year-old, except for the fact I had breasts, that were currently unsupported and with nipples likely to give away my arousal. And to make things worse, I was pretty sure my crush on Steve was one sided, I just hope Eddie didn't tell him during what seemed like a male bonding session while getting pissed and stoned last night. I did as best I could to tame my hair, tying it back into a messy bun with the first scrunchie I found and washed my face to try and look somewhat normal. Couldn't do much about the nightie. I came out of the bathroom to see Steve still fast asleep on the couch, I realised I'd been standing there a few minutes and got a fright when he stirred in his sleep.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.' I muttered as I raced back to my room, accidentally bumping into Eddie, who was on his the way to the bathroom. He chuckled slightly at me being caught staring at Steve. I threw myself onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. I sat up and wiped away the tears I didn't realise had fallen, before taking a calming breath. I silently berated myself for getting so worked up, as far as I knew, Steve had no idea of my feelings - which depended on if Eddie told him during their drunken/stoned antics last night.

Going by the time it took to hear Eddie head back into his room, I assumed he must have had a shower while he was in the bathroom. I got brave and decided to head back to the bathroom to have my shower. I noticed Steve was still asleep as I walked past and still looked so cute. I took my time in the shower, knowing Eddie had already had his and Wayne wasn't home to complain about using all the hot water - and there would still be enough left for Steve should he want one.

I was so relieved to see Steve was still asleep when I got out of the shower, the last thing I needed was for him to see me with a towel wrapped around my hair and still wearing the stupid nightie. I quickly raced to my room and got dressed, hiding in there until I could hear that Steve was awake and Eddie was out in the lounge talking with him - I don't think I could handle being in the presence of Steve on my own - not while he was lying there half naked......

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There will be a part 2!! Watch this space!