Hatchetfield.

Homemade Fireworks

A/N: WATCH THIS *makes a smut story* also if you don't enjoy reading smut move along sorryyyyyyyyyy

"Pleeeeeeease??" Pete whined into the phone.

"I already told you I hate crowds! Plus my dad runs the stupid thing, I don't wanna sneak out of the house just to run into him!"

Pete huffed on the other line. Steph could hear the gears turning in his brain from across town. "Then, if you don't wanna go see the fireworks, do you at least wanna come over and hang out here?"

Steph blushed. "You mean it?"

"Yeah, bring your Switch, I'll kick your ass at Mario Kart again."

"You only won because you kissed me and I dropped the controller, you dick!"

"I still won!"

Steph rolled her eyes, already standing to shove the console into her bag. "You're the worst. I'll be there in half an hour."

Pete whooped in triumph and Steph hung up on him. She grinned to herself as she gathered her laptop and a change of clothes. Her phone buzzed with a text from Pete.

rude

She let out a laugh before walking downstairs, slipping out the back door and locking it behind her. The bustle of the Honey Festival was audible even from four blocks away, the downtown area surely flooded with nearly the entire population of Hatchetfield. The last time she attended she was all of eight years old, and she couldn't quite remember the events that led to her swearing off the event for the rest of her life. All she knew was she walked toward the city centre with her mom and dad, and only her dad walked her home. Something had settled in her chest that warned her not to question it back then, and that something remained there even now.

Pete's house was a twenty minute trek if she walked through downtown, but she shuddered at the thought of all those people, so she chose to cut through Oakley Park. It was decently populated, several couples making out on benches or talking across tables. Screaming kids sprinted around the worn down playground, and Steph popped in her earbuds to drown out the sound.

The sun sat low on the horizon, splashing the sky a bright orange and the clouds a rich pink. A thousand scents drifted on the lazy breeze, mixing into a cacophony of fried foods which almost tempted Steph to make a pit stop. Her phone buzzed in her hand again.

my dork <3

ruth and richie just watched someone throw up a funnel cake, maybe we should be glad we're not there

Steph chuckled to herself, imagining those two roasting the shit out of whoever got sick from the best festival food on the face of the planet. She continued her stroll to the quieter part of town, and the busy sounds of the crowd faded into nothing. Only when she was a block away from Pete's and could see his driveway did she realise she forgot to press play on her music. Her heart pounded and she quickened her pace.

She skipped up the steps and held up her fist, ready to knock. The door swung open before she could react and Peter jumped out, throwing his arms around her.