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Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner echoed throughout the house, coming from Steve's bedroom.
When you love someone When you love someone
Your throat became dry at the idea of sleeping in his bed and you considered asking if he could just drive you home, but it was close to two in the morning and your parents would lecture you to death. They thought you were staying at a friend's.
It feels so right, so warm and true I need to know if you feel it too
The alcohol was just beginning to wear off, and everything still seemed blurry as you forced yourself to walk towards his room. You cracked his door open to find him laying on his bed with his arms behind his head, nodding to the music.
"So Farah Fawcett....is the secret to your hair, huh?" you blurted out, rocking back and forth on your heels.
Steve opened his eyes and sat up at the sight of you. "If you tell anyone, you're dead," he replied with a serious tone. "There's water right there, if you want." He pointed at his nightstand where a small glass sat. His eyes had a somber look to them, almost as if he'd been crying.
You sat down on the opposite side of the bed and downed the whole thing in a matter of seconds. "Are you alright? Did something happen at the party?" you questioned, turning your head over your shoulder.
Steve rubbed his temples and didn't make eye contact. "Y/N, you've been out of my life for how many years now? Why do you care?"
You stood up, a sudden anger overcoming you. You clenched your fist and shot him an annoyed glance. "Stop fucking making up excuses. You don't get to tell me how to feel after you dumped me for your asshole friends. God, am I not allowed to care about you?"
He shuffled through one of his drawers and took out a pack of cigarettes along with a lighter. The boy cupped his hand around an unlit cigarette and the flame's shadows danced against his palm. Inhaling slowly, he held it out to you. You hesitantly took the cigarette and took a drag, blowing the smoke out along with all your stressful thoughts. He walked over to open the window as a cold draft settled into the room.
"Nancy," he mumbled, plopping back down onto his bed.
You thought Steve had mistaken your name until you realized he was talking about the party.
"She...broke up with me." His voice shuddered when he mumbled the last words and you handed the cigarette back to him, figuring he needed it more than you.
A guilty feeling settled at the pit of your stomach. "For fuck's sake, Steve, if I'd known I would've walked home," was all you managed to say.
"She didn't love me," he whispered, taking another drag. "She called us bullshit right to my face."
You noticed a mixture of hurt and anger brimming in his eyes.
"She was wasted, and from experience I don't think you realize what you're saying in the moment." You tried to comfort him, but his hands were trembling as he put the cigarette out in an ash tray resting on the nightstand.
Maybe I'm wrong Won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong?
He shook his head to himself and you found yourself on the bed again. "It's what she's been thinking our whole relationship. It just all came out today."
You grasped his hand and tried to focus on his face. "Hey. Look at me." The boy from third grade you'd spent countless days with after school, building blanket forts in his living room was there, heartbroken. "I know that we've...grown apart these past couple years, but now is now. I'm here. Talk to me."
This heart of mine has been hurt before This time I want to be sure
Steve didn't resist your comfort and you lightly squeezed his hand, a weak smile forming on his face. "I'm sorry, Y/N." He pulled his hand away.
"I think you made up for it by saving my drunk ass from Billy," you laughed, turning onto your side. "Don't let Nancy get to you. If she doesn't realize what she lost, then you don't need her."
Steve's hair fell onto his forehead, a tangled mess of chocolate locks. You sat in silence for a few seconds and your breath hitched in your throat when he leaned in closer towards you, moving a piece of damp hair out of your face. He hovered above you with his arm above your head.
Fuck.
Your thoughts were swimming and your head was foggy. You couldn't process what was happening clearly and your eyes fluttered shut.
He cradled your cheek and kissed you slow, making sure you felt every inch of his velvety lips.
I've been waiting for a girl like you To come into my life
You found your fingers tangled in his hair and his hands migrated underneath your sweater, running up and down your waist. No words were exchanged between you and your heart felt as if it were to explode out of your chest any minute.
"Steve," you murmured in a hushed tone, resting your hand atop his. You'd longed for this moment, but a slight hesitation poked the back of your mind. You tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth and the taste of alcohol now tainted his mouth from yours.
"Slow," He whispered, lightly putting his weight on you and put a calmness over your eager lips.
His touch sent a wave of euphoria over your body and he finally pulled away, locking his eyes with yours. "Well, this goes on my list of things I never thought would happen."
You smiled to yourself and you could feel your eyelids start to become heavy. "You know you're an idiot, Harrington."
He rolled over so he laid next to you and grasped your hand. "I am quite aware."
You let go to scramble under the covers and pulled them up to your chin, resting on your side so that you faced the boy. "Goodnight, Steve."
"Goodnight, Y/N." He switched off the lamp on his nightstand and darkness engulfed both of your warm bodies.
You didn't know if you would remember any of this in the morning, but he would, and that was all that mattered to you.
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A/N:
hmmm, not sure if I'm making a part 3 or not but let me know if I should!
it would obviously be about what happens the next day 👀
old friends reconciling is the best thing ever ok and yeah this was kind of cliche as fuck but i thought it was cute
