Polyamorous ♡ Jancy/Stancy/Stonathan

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《Nancy's POV》

And so we called them out, sat them down and then.... nothing. Neither of them spoke word.

But they clearly knew what this is about.

"So... boys." I feel my nerves spike up as they both turn to look at me - Steve with his barely hidden smirk and Jonathan with a face dripping of guilt.

"Nance." Steve nods.

I gulp and reach back for the photos. "Want to explain this?" I pass one to Jonathan and the other two to Steve. As soon as he takes them his eyes widen and his smirk is wiped clean off.

I hear Jonathan groan as he puts the photo down on the space beside him, "Nancy-"

"No, don't 'Nancy' me. How do you explain this? How do you think I feel? My boyfriend and my ex fucking behind my back? What-"

"Look Nance, you can't expect Jonathan and I to hang around with each other every damn day in some of the same classes and lunch and out by the lockers without developing something!" Steve exclaims, more agitated than I expected. He throws the pictures down beside them, only for Jonathan to pick them up.

"Why do you even have photos? Wait, who took them? If they used my camera-" Jonathan looks disgusted as he speaks, examining the Polaroids.

"Dustin took them. They, oh I don't know, wanted evidence?" I shake my head at how creepy it still sounds.

"Wait. How long had the kids been here? They weren't there when I arrived." Steve asks slightly distracted. I had told the kids to go to our house so I could discuss this with the boys alone, but now I wish I hadn't. Dustin, at least, would probably have been a good help with this.

"I'm not sure. They told me that they were outside - one of them had found the camera and as they were messing around in the shed, they heard something from Jonathan's room, they of course looked, wondering if you were okay." The thought of the whole situation makes my head spin, "how'd this even happen?"

The two exchange glances, Jonathan apparently feeling more confident. "We were at school a couple of weeks ago, a-and we were discussing you - it was more of an argument actually." He hooks one arm around his neck, "Steve was, uh, just going through and emotional moment. He misses being in a relationship with you and I felt a bit bad at how we had become so close and I kind of distracted you from him, not even romantically."

Steve nods, "So there I was. We were in the library after school, doing some work on that day you went home sick - and we both agreed to see you after school. I was putting all my emotions and feelings out there, and then I started to become a bit angry. The librarian told us to leave for being too loud, but I wasn't done, so I pulled Jonathan into the bathroom and we argued a bit." He pauses, looking sad all of a sudden. "Jonathan didn't want to argue, he tried leaving on multiple occasions, it was like the time he punched me - I was being an idiot, annoying him, and he was trying to walk it off. But then..."

I wave my hand in front of his face as he trails off, "what?"

"I swung around, angrier than ever, and pinned him against the door. We stood there for a few seconds, angry and frustrated with each other. But then, he kissed me. A-and I kissed him." Jonathan finishes, glancing up at me through his eyelashes.

"The point is, Nance, Jonathan and I both love you, and the tension between us was also just denied attraction.

"So, you're both bisexual or..?"

"I guess so." Steve smiles as he turns to Jonathan. The other brunette doesn't look back, but his lips twitch at the sides.

I look at them as I did earlier, cautiously and uncertain. "And this has been going on for about two weeks?"