Two First Dates

Steve

The light breeze dances across your skin, sending goosebumps down your body. Sinking deeper into yourself as the eerie darkness completely encapsulates the lone standing building of the gas station, the neon lights shining brightly within the blackness. The clerk periodically checks as you sit on the stoop, waiting for your rescuer.

You didn't know who else to call. Parents were out of town, Robin doesn't have a car. At this point you are all out of options. Silently cursing at yourself that your only savior was the person you don't want to see the most. The person who practically caused this night to happen.

The low grumble of the all too well-known dark colored sedan comes whipping around the corner. The brakes screech as the car comes to a halt, the tall figure exiting quickly as you stand to greet him.

"Y/N, are you ok?" The man's panic tone sends shockwaves through the air. His sleepy eyes, the messy bedhead and the pjs he so tirelessly pulled on in a hurry makes him look so effortlessly handsome. This wasn't the first time that Steve, so heroically you might add, came to your rescue for some boy who broke your heart only hours earlier.

He doesn't look angry that you woke him up or that you were balling your eyes out when you called him for a ride. He looks worried, worried that you were out in the middle of nowhere by yourself. Worried about what happened to you or what could have happened to you.

The heartfelt look in his eyes, the way his pupils expand when your gaze meets his, taking your breath away almost instantly.

"I'm fine." You lie.

Truth is, you are hurt and tired and worn.

His thumb traces your tear-stained cheeks as the shadows engulf both of your features. Your heart sinks into your stomach as he licks his chapped lips. You can swear that the air around you is getting warmer, that he is inching, every so slowly, towards you.

And as much as you want to kiss him. As much as you would give everything in your life to make this work between you and Steve, you know it couldn't. You are happy that he is here, in the middle of the night, saving you from this nightmare of a date.

But you are also angry.

Angry at him for ruining it. Angry at his ignorance for asking you out earlier, completely destroying whatever future you had with Eddie. Angry that no matter how many times he had the chance to ask you to be his girlfriend, he never did.

The mixed feelings on the situation are driving you crazy. Your head pounding from the swirling emotions and the excessive amount of crying. Deep down inside your heart or brain or whatever lies a screaming voice that stops you from moving closer to him. That stops you from wanting to be with him. That stops you from giving him a chance.

Your eyes meet for a second time, before you push past his large figure. Pulling into yourself, building a wall to stop the heartache that follows Steve Harrington.

The car ride was painful to say the least.

This definitely isn't your typical driving-home-from-work type of ride that Steve has given you dozens of times or anything like the anxious car ride that he gave you earlier. This is the type of ride where none of the passengers know what to say. The neverending glances towards the other passenger drift away like the passing of the road beneath the car. The tunnels of wind fill your ears as Steve steps on the gas, propelling towards the town of Hawkins. Towards the place that causes you so much pain, heartbreak, and loneliness.

You wonder if he is mad. Mad that you decided to go on this stupid date or mad that he had to come pick up the pieces yet again. You pick at your nails as you anxiously think what could be racing through his mind. Being angry with him was not making you feel better but at this point it was the only emotion that you can properly pinpoint.