Stonathan ❤️

51

NOT MINE!!

all credits go to Mossyrock1 on ao3

A/N: SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR SO LONG!! <3

Steve's eyes were like zircon, glistening with something other than the usual pride they held, Jonathan found them absurdly beautiful, and was unable to look away as Steve looked down into the quarry. Jonathan hadn't meant to intrude on whatever weird depressed thing Steve was doing, it just so happened he also came to the quarry to be depressed.

Steve's body trembled and shuddered in a way that Jonathan knew by heart, having cried enough in his days, yet it shocked him to see King Steve Harrington sobbing like Jonathan had after his dad gave him a loaded whack to his 13-year-old face, he had wondered what had made him weep like that.

Steve steps closer to the edge, his crying has gone silent, it almost sounds as if hes laughing at himself, maybe because it's so absurd that he's crying over his stupidly perfect life.

He steps closer to the edge, and oh shit it really looks like hes about to jump, and Jonathan really doesn't think he should care but he also really feels like it'd be cruel to watch him jump like this.

"Steve!"

Steve looks at him, his face is bright red and glistening with tears, Jonathan almost feels bad.

"W-What are you doing here?" Steve asks, trying to sound as mean as possible.

"It's public property, everybody hangs out at the quarry, what are you doing here?"

"Uh, drugs, and, drinking!"

It's honestly kinda sad how hard he's trying to be fine.

"Come to my house, eat something, unless you have somewhere else to be?"

Steve looks down into the quarry and then back up to Jonathan, and meekly nods, a small, weak smile on his face.

"Y-Yeah, Yeah okay."

Jonathan doesn't know why he even. offered.

The car ride is silent, but Jonathan desperately wants to ask why he was going to kill himself.

He turns to Steve and sees his face is shocked, he then realizes he asked out loud.

"Oh my god! Shit, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to!"

"T's okay. I don't even know, my father he- well, I should be used to it but-"

"Used to what?"

"Oh, uh, well, you know,"

"I don't know." He does know, or at least he thinks he does.

"I'm tired of him leaving me alone at home for months on end, coming back, yelling at me, smacking me around, then leaving again."

"Uh-"

"I obviously disappointed him a lot this time, he took my fucking car and bruised the fuck outta my ribs, and kicked me out of the fucking house."

"Oh-"

"Its probably because he found out I was a-"

"Dude! Take a breather!" Jonathan exclaimed exasperatedly, attempting to calm the hurt train.

"S-Sorry."

The rest of the drive was quiet.

By the time they got to the byer's home, everyone was already sleeping.
The quiet made Steve feel comfortable, as it was what he was used to.