Any Time At All

Chapter Three

Your eyes flutter open and the sun shines through the little slits in the blinds making the dust particles in the air shine like stars. You see a sleeping Steve, his teased hair from the night before is tousled and falling in his face. You laugh to yourself. You just lay there and admire every aspect of his beautiful face. He looks so peaceful.

He becomes restless and he opens his eyes to see you looking at him with a small smile. Too tired to react, he stretches out all four limbs and yawns. "Hey," He smiles and lays still on his side to see you. Like a magnet he draws you in closer.

"Good Morning," You sit up and slide your legs off the bed to stand up. Steve reaches for you and drags you back to him before you can leave. You giggle before giving in. He wraps you in a tight hug and kisses the top of your head, smoothing your hair down once his lips break away. You lay for a while on his chest. "Steve, we need to talk."

He groans and shoves his face in the pillow. Without another word, you get up and grab clothes to change into and head to the bathroom. When you return, your hair and teeth are brushed. You walk back in the room with a small knock and see Steve's shirt half on. You blush but it's not like you haven't seen him without a shirt on. It's different now and that's what you're worried about.

"What did you want to talk about?" He runs a hand threw his messy hair. You look at him nervously, fiddling with your fingers. He comes up to you and grabs both of your hands in his. His thumbs move in a circular movement over your skin. Somehow it calms you down. "It's ok, you can talk to me." He tilts his head slightly to make eye contact with you.

"Last night," you bite the side of your lip, "last night, was amazing." You look down at your feet,"I just don't want it to ruin anything that we have already." You look back up to him and his eyebrows are laced together.

"(Y/N), why don't we find out what this is first and then we can talk more." He puts his hand on my cheek and kisses my temple. Without moving his head he whispers, "how does that sound?"

Shivers are sent from your neck to your toes. The sound of his voice in your ear is different from all the other times that you have heard it but now, you don't mind it one bit. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. You both smile into the kiss and break apart. "I like the idea of finding out what this is." You lean up on the tip of your toes with your hands still wrapped around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. You fall back down on your heels and give him a strange face to break the awkward moment. He laughs and the vibrations in his chest can be felt in your arms.

"Are you hungry?" He asks with a relaxed tone.

"Starved," You follow him downstairs, hand in hand. He cooks up some fried eggs and bacon for the two of you. Everything is so, well, so normal. It's like you guys are still just best friends who have played in the tub together with your bathing suits on, pretending you were on a super secret mission. But now with a little extra, that is just enough to not alter anything too drastically.

The rest of the weekend, you hang out at Steve's place and relax together. Not doing anything is what you and Steve love to do best. Swapping records, watching TV, playing boardgames. Occasionally you two do homework but that's during the school week.

Sunday comes around and you have to get back to your house. Your parents still aren't home but it's not like it would make a difference. It's late when you leave his house and so you go straight to bed, dreading school in the morning. How many people had heard about what happened with you and Caleb at the dance?

Your alarm clock wakes you up in the morning. The same old routine you do every day takes place. Get up, go to the bathroom, brush your teeth, do your hair and make-up, get dressed, and meet Steve outside for another day of hell. High school is not what you expected it to be. You open up the door and find Steve, his hair looks just as amazing as it did Friday night, you shake the memory out of your head. Steve had his hand in a fist, raised, like he was about to knock. As the door opened, he jumped a little, "Jesus!" He says and grabbed his chest like his heart was about to fall out. He releases the cotton material and takes my hand.