Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!!

all credits go to Nicememerino ao3

Three months ago Jonathan Byers would have never imagined studying in Steve Harrington's room on a Tuesday night, but then again he also didn't imagine himself fighting off a monster with him 3 months earlier either.

"Hey I'm gonna get me a snack you want anything?" Steve asked as he stood up and threw his pencil onto the desk. Jonathan shook his head no and went back to his notes as Steve left the room.

After fighting a monster together Jonathan and Steve weren't necessarily enemies, they even started hanging out occasionally. Though Jonathan wasn't very keen on being best friends with the guy who broke his camera and punched him in the face. But he stuck through it for Nancy, at least that's what he told himself anyway.

A few weeks after Christmas break was over and school had started back Nancy had asked him if she could eat lunch with him. Jonathan, while confused why Nancy wouldn't want to eat with Steve, agreed and told her to come to the dark room once she went to her locker. Right before the start of lunch bell rang, Nancy came in with, none other than, Steve trailing behind her like a little kid following his mom around. Jonathan, confused but not surprised, went back to developing his pictures while Steve sat quietly in the corner and Nancy tried to make conversation between the both of them.

That's how most of their days went about after that, having their individual classes and then meeting up for lunch. Finally, it got to the point where instead of just occasionally speaking up Steve would start the conversation and joke around, and Jonathan eventually got used to having him around. He even liked it, but he wouldn't tell Steve that.

Eventually, Nancy decided to take on more classes, meaning she would skip lunch and stay after school a lot of the time. After the first few times of Nancy staying after school, the boys caught on and would hang out in the dark room until she finished so they could all ride home together. Jonathan, still feeling awkward about hanging around Steve, and Steve, still not knowing how to talk to Jonathan, would sit quietly waiting for Nancy to get done until one day Steve started asking questions. Once Jonathan had had enough of Steve's questions about photos he offered to show him how to develop them. That afternoon after Nancy got finished she found them both huddled around at least 10 different pictures drying on the wall.

"How do you choose what to photograph?" Steve had asked Jonathan one day.

"I don't know. I just kind of find something I like and take a picture of it. There's not really a science behind it." He had replied not turning around to look at Steve.

The taller boy rolled his eyes, "I know there isn't a science behind it. I just wanted to know why you take pictures of all this stuff," Steve said looking at some of the pictures on the walls. "you take lots of cool pictures of all of these like randomly specific things. I mean you take pictures of me and Nance all the time, I guess it kind of makes sense cause you like us right?"

Jonathan smirked, "Who said I liked you, Harrington?" Steve turned around and looked at Jonathan with a weird look in his eyes

"I-I I just kinda assumed cause you know you hang with us a lot. But like I don't blame you, I said some fucked up shit about your family before I even knew them and I kno-"

"Steve I was just kidding. You think if I didn't like you I would keep hanging around you?" Jonathan said not expecting Steve to go on a tangent. Steve chuckled nervously and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I mean who knows, me and Nance broke up I thought maybe you were just staying around for her," Steve said sitting back on the stool messing with the hem of his shirt.