Two First Dates

The Set Up

Today was weirdly peaceful. Normally, Fridays are busy but today seemed oddly quiet. There were no last minute dads getting off of work trying to figure out which children's movie to rent or a couple wondering what movie would be good background noise for their make out session.

The day mostly consisted of you and Steve doing your job's mundane duties. To be honest, it was a little tense between the two of you lately. Nothing in particular stuck out in your mind, but it seemed like Steve didn't want to talk to you at all. You would notice that his eyes would linger just a bit too long and he would avoid any and all situations that involved talking to you. Something was bugging him and you just decided to leave it at that.

You spent most of the day rewinding tapes, stocking, and ignoring Steve. He seems to always spend his days the same, trying to get a date. He hasn't been all that lucky since high school and sometimes you kind of felt bad for him. He would go out with any girl who happened to say yes to his boyish charm yet come in the next day complaining about their horrible date and her horrible kissing.

You didn't want to hear about Steve's excuse for a dating life. Not because it wasn't funny as hell to see him struggle to keep a girlfriend, but because you were somewhat jealous of the other girls he would give his attention to. You wouldn't dare to ever say this outloud, but Steve was definitely someone you have a major crush on.

If you are a girl from Hawkins, you have had a crush on Steve Harrington at some point in your life. Your crush just seemed to never dissipate.

"You're really going on a date with Eddie Munson?" Steve basically shouted from behind the counter, pulling you from your mindless thoughts.

You look over the rack of dvds in front of you, your hands automatically fixing them as you respond, "What..." you pause for a brief moment, "how did you hear about that?"

"Robin." He chuckled. He couldn't believe that you would go on a date with that loser willingly.

"It's none of your business Steve." You groan while putting another tape onto the shelf. It was true though, you were going on a date with Eddie Munson tonight but you didn't want Steve's opinion about the matter.

"It is when you're going out with that freak." He cringes at the thought of you and Eddie Munson actually going on a date. You groan in frustration at his comment. Vowing now to never listen to Steve Harrington ever again.

You put a couple more tapes on the shelf. You could feel his presence next to you before he states, "I didn't even think he was your type." It was almost like he was intentionally trying to stand too close.

"What exactly do you think my type is Steve?" You questioned.

Steve instantly stands up a little straighter, pulling his vest down a bit. Clearly indicating that he was your type. Where would he even get that idea? You never said anything to anybody about your crush on Steve. Do you think he knows? Do you think he is playing with you to make you confess that you are in love with him?

"You wish," you scoff at his inaudible comment and push past him. To be honest, you wished you could build up the courage to tell Steve how you really felt. This whole love-hate friendship thing that has been going on for the past couple of months has been torture. You loved the teasing and the way he would wear that cocky smile after a snarky remark made you want to kiss him even more. But you never got the feeling that he felt the same way.

"Come on, go out with me tonight." He follows closely behind. His request sends shivers down your spine. The words you always wanted to hear were now being spoken yet at the worst possible time in your life. Fuck Steve Harrington for always having the worst timing.