I'm Broken Enough

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Steve POV
I can't believe I just did that!
What was I thinking!?

She pulled away from our kiss and I stared at her in awe.

She had kissed me back.

"I'm sorry I don't know what came over me I-" "Steve" she shushed me and smiled.
Oh my god that smile.

"It's ok, don't be sorry" she told me and I nodded. We both sat there silently for a minute. Awesome, great work Steve.

I was sick of the silence and got up saying "do you want a blanket or something? I'm getting kind of tired and I might just go to sleep". That was the most bullshit excuse I could come up with so I would talk to her. What an idiot.

"Um sure, thank you" she responded a little surprised by my sudden eagerness to sleep, considering I was just talking about egging a soc's house two seconds ago.

I walked away to grab us some blankets, thinking about how I could fix the awkwardness I had just created, but literally nothing came to mind. I sighed, annoyed with myself, as I grabbed them and brought them back to her.
"Thank you" she smiled at me again as I handed her a blanket, "yeah, so uh you can take the couch and I'll be right down here" I said throwing my blanket and pillow onto the floor.
"Oh no Steve are you sure?" She asked me, "yeah of course, I'm not letting you sleep down here". She let out a small chuckle and shrugged, before lying down on the couch and saying "goodnight Steve" "goodnight y/n".

I really hope I didn't mess this all up with her.

Y/n POV
I laid down on Steve's couch and clung the blanket that he gave to me close, closing my eyes to try and fall asleep. But it was no use, my mind was racing.

I can't believe he just kissed me!
I wasn't mad about that though, in fact I felt quite the opposite.

I think that I might like Steve.

But now, I don't know what to say to him. Clearly he feels the same thing towards me, since he rushed us to bed. I just, I need more time to think about what I'm going to say to him, that's all. It's not really a big deal. I think.

I decided to change the subject of my thoughts, because I knew constantly thinking about Steve would lead me nowhere, and thought about my night with his gang instead. It was so much fun! I had seriously never had as much fun in my life as I did with those boys. I continued to think about my night until I had fallen asleep.

I woke up the next morning to Steve rustling around with his blanket. I peered over the edge of the couch, rubbing my eyes, to see him shimmying around uncomfortably from his night slept on the floor.
"You ok down there?" I asked him jokingly, and he shot his head in my direction. I laughed at this and he said "yeah sorry, I wasn't trying to be loud but I guess you still woke up anyways" "it's ok" I said now sitting up, "I should probably have gotten up by now anyways".

He nodded at me and finally got up from the floor "me too. I didn't want to get up and wake you or anything, but I have to go to work soon". I shook my head at him "Steve get ready for work, don't worry about me!" I said laughing at him again. He smiled at me and shrugged, before going to his room to get ready.

It was so strange to me how much he cared. He hadn't know me for very long, but seemed to act extra cautious around me. I don't know, it was just unusual behavior from what I was normally surrounded by.

I stretched and got up, folding the blanket he gave me while he got ready. I didn't really know what else to do with myself while he was gone, so then I folded the blanket he used as well. He came back out to the living room in his work pants and shirt, unbuttoned.