I Like You Lots (Steddie)

Chapter 23

A/N; If you haven't listened to Snow on The Beach by Taylor Swift, do that. Pls do that. Do me and you both a favor and just fuckin' do it. 

TW; THE most fluff. Like. You might cry at the amount of fluff. 

"And it's like snow at the beach. Weird but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream. Stars by the pocketful. You wanting me. Tonight. Feels impossible. But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around. Like snow on the beach." 

This is stupid. I'm insane. There's just going to be a point I wake up in a hospital somewhere in a padded fucking cell and find out this has been some elaborate made up scenario I fabricated all up in my own brain. Steve's not real. This whole thing can't be fucking real. I made it up. I made him up. Like some kind of perfect, beautiful, impossible sculpture. 

I'm gonna wake up and realize everything's been fake this whole time, I just know it. 

There's a knock on my door, not long after Steve took off for work. Robin peaks in. "You decent?" 

"I'm dying. But decent enough." 

"I come bearing disgusting food for you." She flops down on my bed and places a large bag full of fries on my stomach. "You know me so well." 

"Not my first hangover rodeo. Have you had water? I have coconut water for you too." 

"You're an angel dressed in flannel." I sit up and shove a few fries into my mouth and grab the water from her, chugging some of it down. Best hangover cure? Greasy fries, and coconut water. I swear, it's a savior. "I wouldn't say angel. But you're welcome." 

"How are you holding up?"

"Threw the entirety of my guts up this morning, ate some toast. Smoked weed, ate half those fries on my way back here. So I'd say I'm doing as well as I could be." 

"Vickie doing okay?" 

"Better than me or you, and Will of course is on his high horse saying that we should have drank more water blah blah blah. You know how he is." 

"Steve said the same fucking thing." I say around a mouthful of fries. I really am thankful she showed up with this. I felt like I was either going to die here alone or have to sleep the rest of the day away to get over the awful hangover. 

"Him and Will are gonna be best fucking friends." She sighs and pulls her phone out to send a text. "I have to let everyone know you're alive since you refuse to look at your phone." I chuckle and drink more of the water. 

"In my defense, when I look at the screen it makes me dizzy." She nods and rolls her eyes at me. "Yeah yeah, you're just all locked up in your little Steve world." She doesn't say that with any malice in her voice, she just sticks her tongue out at me and smiles a little. "He just... ugh he's something else Robs. He's like some dream I made up."

"Ew. Tell me more." She puts her phone back into her pocket and lays on the pillows next to me, kicking her shoes off onto the floor. "I dunno. He's just like... this impossibly fucking perfect thing. I feel like I've lost my mind or something. Like I'm gonna wake up locked up on a grippy sock vacation somewhere and gonna find out I made up this whole thing." I eat a the rest of the fries in the bag and sigh. Robin leans over propping herself up on her elbow. "I mean you're insane for sure. But I don't think you could make up something this elaborate." 

"Wow first of all, rude. I have a great imagination." 

"No dingus, not like that. He's just... He looks at you like you hung the moon, dude. He always has." 

"It's weird. It's weird and fucking beautiful." I flop back on the pillows and let out a deep breath. "You're so in love it's gross." 

"Shut up, you're gross." I glare at her out of the corner of my eye. "I mean, I love Vick. She's great. She's sweet and funny and very protective. But, Steve looks at you like you made the universe for just you and him. Like he loves you so much that he would drop anything, anyone, just to be by your side. He took time off of work to help you through all this shit with your parents. I don't know anyone who would do that for someone. What you've got is something unreal. Otherworldly man. I don't know how you managed that, because you're a fuckin' weirdo, but you bagged a real one Eddie."