Over the past few weeks, Y/n has lost feelings for Steve and has been focused on catching the person who has been doing this. Meanwhile, Steve's feelings are getting stronger, and he has not lost anything for Y/n. It's been very friendly between them. Everyone that knows Steve and knows what is going with Y/n, suspects that Steve has something to do with it. They are 100% correct but they just don't know it.
*Y/n's POV*
*July 3rd*
*Steve's house*
*12:10 pm*
Steve has invited me over to have lunch with him. We are going to cook together before showing each other our talents. I knock on his door and in the same second, he answers.
"Hey Y/n! Come in."
"Hey Steve."
His house is very clean and kept tight. Everything is organized.
"I already got everything set in the kitchen. We are making Steak and fettuccine alfredo."
"Damn. You're lucky I can make both."
"We'll see about that."
He rolls up his sleeves and I notice scratch marks on his arm. Like from a cat. The marks are barely fresh. Healing but still could use a band aid.
"What happened Steve?"
"Huh? Oh this? Remember Paul?"
"Yeah."
"His cat ran away a few days ago and I found the little guy on the street. When I went to go grab him, he started flipping out and was scratching me."
"Oh. You where over my house."
"Sorry I should've been clearer. The little fucker ran away again."
His story is very odd....
*12:40 pm*
Pots and pans dirty. Forks, spoon and butter knifes dirty. Counters need cleaned. 4 plates full of food and ready to be served.
"Holy shit... We did that Steve."
"Great job! We just need to see who did it better."
Steve takes what I cook, and I take what he cooked. I try the steak first.
"Pretty good Y/n. We must be brutally honest with each other."
"I will... This steak is amazing."
I say with my mouth half full of meat.
"I'll go get us drink."
He grabs two cold pops out the fridge. He opens them and sits them on the table. We finish the steak and give each other 5 stars. Next is the fettuccine alfredo.
"I'm not a big fan of Alfredo."
"Well Y/n, may mines change the way you think."
"Yeah okay."
I twirl the pasta before putting it into my mouth. Holy shit this is good! I take another bite and another one.
"Is it good?"
"Shut up. This shit is a fucking 10 stars!"
"Thanks. I think yours is a solid 11 stars."
We both wipe our plates clean.
"I'll clean up in the kitchen. You don't have to help Y/n."
"What? Nah I'll help."
"No it's fine. Just sit on the couch and then I'll show you my guitar skills."
YOU ARE READING
Under the lights and behind his hands
FanfictionY/n moves into a new neighborhood. The place is nice until she meets a man by the name of Steve. This story gets very pervy. If you don't like that type of stuff this might not be for you.
