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She watches him. Like he's a statue of great grace. Like he's the prince to a kingdom and all the other kingdoms want their daughters to be his one and only. Like he's the worlds favorite boy, on a more realistic note. Like he's so skilled of soft fingers and heart melting smiles. He could probably make you come apart with just his mouth. His lips. His words. His silence. Steve Harrington is beautiful and he wears his anger even better than kindness.
He's a fire cracker.
"Listen, she's got no reason to be mad at you. You didn't do anything wrong! She fucked up. I fucked up. It's that simple, alright?"
Well, I don't entirely think so. Seems a bit more than simple, Steve.
Jen sighs at Steve's words as she trails behind him through out the student parking lot. His strides are long and heavy. Jen could barely keep up with all his boyhood anger.
Well! Incase you all forgot: Jen was trying to make it through today alive.
She has. Barely.
Nancy Wheeler hates her stinkin' guts! (I mean, can we really blame her? No. Not really..) Steve seems to think we can. He's very angry at her, if you haven't noticed.
Even if he is angry, he's opening the passenger door for Jen. She smiles softly at him, she whispers a shy thanks. He hums and looks around the parking lot. As she slides in he gently squeezes her shoulder before shutting the door for her as well. He jogs around the front of his car to the drivers seat. He yanks his door open with too much aggression and slumps into his seat like he's been scowled all day by an angry parent. He's practically melting in distress. It makes Jen nervous.
"I'll drive to yours. Can hang there a bit, get V too, if that's okay?"
Jen's eyes flicker to Steve. She smiles soft. "Whatever you want." His eyes meet hers and she can see the boy lose his tension a little. He smiles small. "Sounds good, J."
The ride through town is a nice one. Steve has the windows down and one of his hands itch to hold something of Jen. The girl has her arms folded on the window and her head somewhat hangs out of the car. Her eyes are closed as she hums along to Bon Jovi. She looks really pretty, Steve realizes. She always looks really pretty, but now even more. The wind with her features, the calmness to her.
She's a great girl.
Steve seems to realize he can't drown himself in anger. He wants to be kind, for the girl to his right. He shouldn't let the whole Nancy thing drive him mad. He wants to be sweet. Kind. Soft. For Jen. For Violet.
He wants to be a good guy.
Their car doors close at the same time in the trailer park. Steve rounds the front to reach Jen. His hand gently touches her lower back. "I'll go get V?" Jen nods with a shining smile at the mention of the little girl. "Yeah, of course. I'll just head in." Steve hums, fingers gently tapping at her back as they pull away from each other.
