HI SISTERS 🔦👹
Hello hello hello hello my little elmo-lingsssss! 🤗
Ok so I FINALLY got over my writer's block and came up with an imagine for our boy Steve 🗿
I have nothing else to say, soooooo
Let's just get into it.
You and Steve have been friends since kindergarten. To this day, you both are still friends.
But...
Little do you know, Steve has had a crush on you since you were both only 5 years old.
And it all started with a swing, and Tim Shepard.
September 1954...
You were new in town, you and your parents recently moved to Tulsa. You were incredibly close to your mother and didn't want to leave her for the first day of school. (If your mom speaks a different language, you can just pretend the English text is your mom speaking in her native language)
Mom: it's only for a few hours, you'll be fine!
Y/n: but I don't want to go! What if the other kids are mean to me?
Your mom let out a merry laugh and kissed your forehead.
Mom: you're going to make some friends, just talk to the other kids, open up to them!
Y/n: okay...
Mom: now let's go! You don't want to be late for your first day of school!
She hugged you one more time before standing up and waving to you while you walked inside the classroom. There were some other kids in there but not all of them, so the teacher just had everyone sit somewhere and wait.
You sat down on an empty table. You remembered your mom's words when she told you to "open up" to the other kids, but now looking at them all, you were too scared to say something. So you stayed silent.
When recess arrived and everyone was in the playground, you saw the swing set and got excited. You remembered you and your friends from your home town/city would always play on the swings at the park.
You struggled a bit, but finally got on the swing. The only thing was that the swing was a little too high and your feet weren't touching the ground. You sighed and tried everything you could to swing yourself.
This captured the attention of one boy; Tim Shepard. He was 2 grades ahead of you and was definitely a bully from the look of him. It was kind of obvious.
A devilish smirk curled on his lips and he went up to you, still trying to swing yourself.
Tim: need a push there?
You looked up and saw him, although he was "offering help," it was just written all over his face that he didn't mean it. The tone of his voice, and his smirk.
