(Hope its okay, I had to different requests for Steve Clark so I wrote this. For @mille2401 and @MrsPaynee1993 )
You quickly threw your tennis shoes on, sadly it had been raining all day causing it to be wet and yucky outside. It was still sprinkling in fact, which made you wonder where you had left your jacket.
Your best friend Steve Clark had left your house earlier in a rush, he was rambling on about School and what-not. He had told you something along the lines of how he wanted to get absolutely smashed and forget his problems. He had left your house shortly after but you were suddenly worried about him after everything he said sank in- you decided to go looking for him. You laced up your shoes, lacing them in haste before grabbing a random coat of the back of the closet door. Your mother appeared in the doorway, a basket of clean clothes under her arm. "Where are you going, Anne? Do you not see how late it is?" You bit your lip trying to think of a good excuse for leaving the house so late- other then saying you were going to look for Steve at a pub. "I am going to stay the night with Marcella, you know her. She wants help studying tonight." You mother looked at you skeptically for a few seconds, "Alright, be careful, do you need a lift?" You quickly shook your head 'no'. "I love you, have fun." Your mother kissed your temple as you crossed the doorway, you quickly shut the door behind you and walked down the steps quickening your pace as you got further from your house. It didn't take you too long to get to a more populated area of town, where there was a few shoppes and pubs. You went into the first pub you saw, walking around casually looking for your friend.
"Are you lookin' for someone, Darl?" A random Man came up to you and asked, giving you the creeps by calling you Darling. "Um, no thank you, just-uh, walking around town a bit." You answered, walking away as you spoke. Your eyes scanning the room for Steve. "Well, do you need accompaniment, love?" "No, thank you." You politely declined and began to walk back through the old wooden doors of the pub, not having seen your friend. You started locating another place you think Steve may have gone. You ran across the wet street, soaking your socks in the process. You tore open the pub door as you made it across the street. You instantly heard someone yelling from the bar area, you scanned the room looking for Steve. And your eyes landed on him quickly, as he was the one causing the scene. You walked over to him, seeing his blond hair sticking to his face, his eyes had a bloodshot look in them. "Steve, what are you doing!" You asked, only loud enough for him to hear. He looked at you with a smile on his face, "Anne, what're you doin' here?" He threw his arm around you, the smell of alcohol on his breath overwhelming. The barman looked over at you, "Does 'he belong to you, Missy. You better get' 'im out of here, before I call the Police." He warned in a heavy Yorkshire accent. You gave the barman a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry he's been a trouble, we're leaving." You grabbed Steve by his waist and started to try to maneuver him out of the pub without knocking anything over. "Where are we going, love?" Steve questioned, looking down at you his arm still propped around your shoulder. You looked at him, "I'm taking you home, Steve. For goodness sake's, you're mad!" He laughed loudly at your worried expression . "I didn't mean to cause you any problems." He grinned, stumbling over his own feet. You shook your head at his drunkenness. "It's fine, Steve. Just don't do it again." "Ay, come on, 'ave a little fun won't ya'." You directed him home, through the rainy streets, the slow rain starting to pick up as you made your way to his house.
"We have to sneak in, Steve. So- be quite." You warned opening the front door of his house. "I'll be as quite as a mouse." He declared, making a silly face. He almost fell over the raise on the porch as you two walked into the entrance. Every move he made sounded so loud as you two started to trod up the stairs. Steve looked at you as you made your way to his bedroom, "Will you stay the night with me, please, Anne?" He questioned, starting to take his boots off his feet. You glanced at your friend sympathetically, "Sure thing, Steve. Let's go to bed now okay." He nodded, taking off his wet jacket. "You can borrow a shirt if you'd like." He said, throwing himself down on the bed, still in his day clothes. "Steve here put some pajamas on." You whispered giving him a pair of sleep trousers. "I don't know if I can move my arms." He laughed, turning his head to look at you. You gently tossed the pants to him, they landed on his chest. "Now let's get changed and go to bed. You quickly took your top and jeans off, before trowing one of his Led Zeppelin shirts on. Not worrying if Steve was looking or not, he was your Best friend after all you two had gotten dressed in front of each other a million times before. He had changed into his pajama pants, and was snuggled under the covers. "Come 'mere." He motioned for you from his spot on the small bed. You walked over and got underneath the covers tucking yourself in beside him. "Night, Steve." "Night, Anne, Thank you for coming and getting me." You closed your eyes gently ready for sleep to overtake you, happy that Steve was safe next to you.
