TONGUE TIED | STEVE HARRINGTON

VOL 2 ━ THE KIND OF DEATH I HATE

PROLOGUE  ━━ act two.
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       A survivor would commonly believe the opportunities were endless. The chances to start a well-deserved life with a kind of clean slate– kind of, because your father dying before your eyes would be a sight you could never get outside your mind– were endless. For a survivor like Amelia, perfect could be included in the group of adjectives to describe her life.

       Everything had flipped into perfect.

       Her slate couldn't be completely wiped but without him being around, no strict curfew rules were heard about in her house, no limitations whatsoever, and certainly no more Russian monsters waiting to strike.

       Perfect sounded like a big word to describe the reality of her life, but no other word would fit in to sum up the feeling she'd get in the pit of her stomach the minute Steve Harrington would approach her front door and she'd come running down the stairs just to make him fulfill his promise; making it up to her.

       And he did.

       She was his entire summer, just as he was hers.

       From early hours of the day to late nights with each other. He had worked as the perfect distraction after Starcourt and the lies hidden beneath her family's name crumbled down.

       His company had a chokehold on Amelia, and she could barely distract herself from thoughts revolving around the events that occurred eight months back. She was completely infatuated with him.

       Perfect.

       Sticking to his promise meant being romantic and sappy at any given chance he could get. Perhaps a little too romantic. She was a stranger to the whole relationship situation, so he promised to stick to her pace, not being bothered by it in the slightest. Of course, they wouldn't carry a title alongside them. Simply because she wasn't in the right place to call him boyfriend– despite Margot's desperation for the girl to live a little– and he understood everything. However, she didn't find the need for titles since they already acted like a couple. Adding labels would only confuse Amelia more.

       Perfect.

       Perfection rhymed with Steve knocking on her bedroom door (he was given a spare house key by Margot) at seven in the morning after escaping her mother's offer of breakfast since he was running considerably late. He could hear the shuffling behind the door and smiled widely as a lazy Amelia opened up for him. She had already put herself together, but the minute her alarm clock went off, she instantly regretted going to the pep rally with Robin and Steve.

       She whined, not even sparing him a look. "You know, I don't know why I agreed," She trailed off as Steve followed her into the room, "The game's in the afternoon, meaning I didn't actually have to wake up so early." She rolled her eyes as she paced around. "Remind me, when did I say yes to Robin?"

       Steve smiled down at her. "Good morning to you, too." He hooked his fingers through the loophole of her jeans before she could throw herself back onto her bed. "And, you didn't. Robin just needs us for moral support. And so does Lucas." He pressed his lips against her forehead, hearing a sigh escape her lips.

       Amelia stared up at him with sleepy eyes. "If 'moral support' has something to do with Vickie, I will personally never agree to these types of things again." She frowned when Steve pursed his lips. "Seriously? I don't even like basketball!"

       "Come on, Lia." He pulled on her fingers, attempting to convince her.

       "This has to be a joke," Amelia mumbled. "Don't get me wrong, I love Robin, I really do–" She groaned, "I just, don't do mornings." She pulled away from him to reach for her bag and close her window. She pouted as she approached him once again. "I'm tired."

       He smiled as he peered down at her. "I know," He pecked her cheek. "But we have to go now." He pulled her along, "Ice cream later?"

       She hummed, following down the stairs with a smile on her face. "I thought so."