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steve sat on the back of his car, the cold coke can on his- injuries.
"fucking assholes." he whispered to himself, that's when you showed up.
you were walking just because you were hungry, to the store. you got what you wanted and walked out, "they overpriced the damn ice cream.. i just know it" you mumbled to yourself.
thats when you stopped and looked over, to see steve. he looked so pissed, but so calm. so you being the worried girl you are walked up to him.
"hey," you yelled out, that's when steve turned his head to look at you, the can leaving his head. you mentally jumped seeing his injury and your eyes widened as your walking seemed to quicken.
"holy shit dude what happened to you?" he scoffed and eyed you up and down, "nothing..?" you tilted your head like a lost puppy and raised a brow, "really? nothing happened? because it looked like satan took a big ass bite of your face." you mentioned making steve shuffle out a laugh.
"i got in a fight." he spit out looking the other way, "yeah? well it looks like you lost." you mumbled. he gave you a look and sighed looking the other way once again, you panicked and shuffled in front of him, "but- but that's okay! you live to learn right!?" you embarrassedly stuttered out hoping for a still calm steve,
