Steve Randle Imagines

.....then they fucked

"Fuck you I'm done" I said very calmly
"Oh yeah?" Matt yelled at me
"Yeah!" I yelled back
"Where you gonna go?!"
"I'll go to Steve's house!"
"Of course. I should of known you were fucking around with him"
"Don't you dare talk about him like that! He's my Best Friend" it was true. We were best friends and nothing more. "So you can go fuck yourself" I laughed "or that broad" I pointed to the girl in my bed
I picked up my bag and walked out of the house.
I knocked on Steve's door
"(y/n)? What are you doing here? It's 3 in the morning"
"I caught Matt with another girl"
"Oh (y/n)" he said pulling me in for a hug "let's go up into my room. It late" he picked up my bag and we walked into his room. He fell asleep almost instantly but I couldn't sleep. He woke up and turned over to face me
"(y/n)?"
"Yeah Steve"
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Just shooken up that's all"
He put his arm around me and I looked at him "okay. You don't sweat it no more. You hear?" I nodded my head yes "you don't need him