《 "so you make KFC for a living?"
"better than scooping ice cream, ugly." 》
in which steve harrington realises just how gay he is.
[ stranger things
steve harrington x male oc
season 2-?]
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Theodore knew that there was a party going on, not that he was bothered about going. Robin didn't want to go, and he hadn't been fond of the idea of going. Parties weren't particularly his thing. He usually felt out of place at them.
Not to mention he knew that Billy Hargrove would be going, and he didn't want to go near that guy with a ten foot pole.
"Thank you for cooking," Theodore's mom, Mary said. She smiled over at him, chewing on the chicken. "How is school?"
She'd just returned from the door, having given out candy to the thousandth tween.
"School's ... it's school. I've befriended Steve Harrington," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "The guy from over the road. He's - he's alright, I think,"
Mary raised an eyebrow. "You think?"
"Just keep thinking he'll forget I exist again. Like when we'd been kids. But he keeps talking to me,"
"And that's surprising?"
Theodore nodded. "Uh, yeah. He's kinda like the king of the school or something."
Mary smiled and kept eating her meal. "You need more friends." she stated, eyes on the food in front of her.
Thedore didn't bother replying to that. He shoved some mashed potatoes into his mouth, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
"If you eat like that in front of him, I don't think he'd find it all that attractive."
The choking noise Theodore made was justified, if a little loud. "Mom!"
Mary simply smiled. "Don't talk with your mouth full."
Theodore was just thankful that she didn't say anything else for the rest of the meal.
They sat together on the couch, Mary watching the TV, Theodore writing up an essay. They'd been in a simple silence until the phone rang. Theodore looked up and his mom was looking at him pointedly.
"Fine, I'll get it,"
"Thank you, sweetums."
He got up, knees popping as he did so. He went into the hallway and picked up the house phone. "Smiths, who's this?"
"Hey, Theo,"
Theodore frowned a little at the sadness in Steve's voice. "You alright, Stevie?"
There was a rustling sort of sound on the other end of the line, and then a little bit of sniffling. "Uh, not really. Are you good to talk?"
"Yeah, sure. Where are you?"
"I just - I just got back from that stupid party. Nance - shit. Nancy. She doesn't love me,"
