[ sometimes steve harrington has no idea who he is anymore.
and wow, alright, that was dramatic. over-dramatic, even. he can almost hear robin rolling her eyes at the very thought because steve sounds worse than some fainting lady in the new romcom they'd just gotten into the store a few weeks back. pathetic. dramatic. unnecessary. which she wouldn't be wrong - so he'll go back and rephrase.
steve harrington, the one of today, is so different from the steve harrington he'd been just a year or so ago, that it kind of makes his head spin.
especially right now, sitting on the floor of this apartment, with jonathan byers. sitting with his back to the couch, and jonathan facing him. there is music that steve is actually really enjoying playing over whatever stereo speaker jonathan's brought over. right now, in the middle of the summer heat, with the hum of the fan and steve in a tshirt and shorts, saying something about how the song that was playing reminded him of this one movie that came through the store that he and robin actually sat down to watch and oh my god, jonathan, you have no idea how bad- actually it wasn't that bad, i've seen worse, but the music-. steve is gesturing, too caught up in his story to realize that the juice from the watermelon was dripping down his own wrist, though not too caught up to take a bite every now and then before he picks up just where he'd left off. the music keeps playing, and it is good. of course it's good. jonathan's taste has always been good, though sometimes a bit too artsy.
it wasn't all that long ago that steve was calling the other boy a freak, that he was straight up bullying him in the hallways at school (something that even after their fight, even after showing up at jonathan's house to apologize, even after the replaced camera and this new place they both find themselves in, that steve still feels bad about. guilty about. something that eats him up inside.) it wasn't that long ago since he was spray painting the theater sign and driving around town like he owned the whole place, like he had everything figured out, like he knew what the world had in store for him.
and then there'd been the demogorgon. the baseball bat. the fight of his life alongside nancy wheeler and jonathan byers, and from that moment on, everything just kept changing. like picking up speed down the biggest hill in town, steve just held on. from his and nancy's official break up to now whatever this is supposed to be. to harcourt mall and the russians. to dustin becoming what was now one of the most important people in steve's life despite the fact that kid could be annoying as fuck, and somewhere alongside all of that, was jonathan.
jonathan, who steve had watched stand up straighter, inch by inch. who steve watched come into the video store over and over, for movie after movie, despite his hunch that they never left the box. joanathan, who steve definitely did not go out of his own way just to stop by the electronics store, for batteries. batteries. and jonathan, who didn't hesitate to grin on days like this, to a point where steve feels the urge to stare, just for a moment, as if he might never see it again. (he will, he knows he will) if steve's being honest, the only person who he feels hasn't changed all that much is nancy - nancy, who has always been a badass. nancy, who has always been too smart for her own good. nancy, who has her pistol tucked in next to her pumps in her and jonathan's closet and steve knows that. and nancy, who is supposed to be home any minute now but who has probably gotten held up down at the library during one of her research binders. not that steve minds - they're barely halfway through side a of this mix tape, and he doesn't have another shift until tomorrow evening. ]
Hey- [ their knees collide, just a brush, and jonathan is grinning so brightly at him that steve almost wonders if his heart is stuttering a bit at the sight of it. and then he intentionally hits jonathan's knee with his own again, though this time it's more of a push. a shove. because steve has always been an affectionate guy, and they're at that point here, aren't they? ] Rude. I have great taste- it's just not as...weird as yours. [ a beat, as steve eats the last bite of his slice of watermelon, rolling his eyes. ]
Sorry- artsy. [ it's not the first time this joke has come up, apparently. ]
RUBS HANDS TOGETHER. god i missed our tl;dr ;A;
and wow, alright, that was dramatic. over-dramatic, even. he can almost hear robin rolling her eyes at the very thought because steve sounds worse than some fainting lady in the new romcom they'd just gotten into the store a few weeks back. pathetic. dramatic. unnecessary. which she wouldn't be wrong - so he'll go back and rephrase.
steve harrington, the one of today, is so different from the steve harrington he'd been just a year or so ago, that it kind of makes his head spin.
especially right now, sitting on the floor of this apartment, with jonathan byers. sitting with his back to the couch, and jonathan facing him. there is music that steve is actually really enjoying playing over whatever stereo speaker jonathan's brought over. right now, in the middle of the summer heat, with the hum of the fan and steve in a tshirt and shorts, saying something about how the song that was playing reminded him of this one movie that came through the store that he and robin actually sat down to watch and oh my god, jonathan, you have no idea how bad- actually it wasn't that bad, i've seen worse, but the music-. steve is gesturing, too caught up in his story to realize that the juice from the watermelon was dripping down his own wrist, though not too caught up to take a bite every now and then before he picks up just where he'd left off. the music keeps playing, and it is good. of course it's good. jonathan's taste has always been good, though sometimes a bit too artsy.
it wasn't all that long ago that steve was calling the other boy a freak, that he was straight up bullying him in the hallways at school (something that even after their fight, even after showing up at jonathan's house to apologize, even after the replaced camera and this new place they both find themselves in, that steve still feels bad about. guilty about. something that eats him up inside.) it wasn't that long ago since he was spray painting the theater sign and driving around town like he owned the whole place, like he had everything figured out, like he knew what the world had in store for him.
and then there'd been the demogorgon. the baseball bat. the fight of his life alongside nancy wheeler and jonathan byers, and from that moment on, everything just kept changing. like picking up speed down the biggest hill in town, steve just held on. from his and nancy's official break up to now whatever this is supposed to be. to harcourt mall and the russians. to dustin becoming what was now one of the most important people in steve's life despite the fact that kid could be annoying as fuck, and somewhere alongside all of that, was jonathan.
jonathan, who steve had watched stand up straighter, inch by inch. who steve watched come into the video store over and over, for movie after movie, despite his hunch that they never left the box. joanathan, who steve definitely did not go out of his own way just to stop by the electronics store, for batteries. batteries. and jonathan, who didn't hesitate to grin on days like this, to a point where steve feels the urge to stare, just for a moment, as if he might never see it again. (he will, he knows he will) if steve's being honest, the only person who he feels hasn't changed all that much is nancy - nancy, who has always been a badass. nancy, who has always been too smart for her own good. nancy, who has her pistol tucked in next to her pumps in her and jonathan's closet and steve knows that. and nancy, who is supposed to be home any minute now but who has probably gotten held up down at the library during one of her research binders. not that steve minds - they're barely halfway through side a of this mix tape, and he doesn't have another shift until tomorrow evening. ]
Hey- [ their knees collide, just a brush, and jonathan is grinning so brightly at him that steve almost wonders if his heart is stuttering a bit at the sight of it. and then he intentionally hits jonathan's knee with his own again, though this time it's more of a push. a shove. because steve has always been an affectionate guy, and they're at that point here, aren't they? ] Rude. I have great taste- it's just not as...weird as yours. [ a beat, as steve eats the last bite of his slice of watermelon, rolling his eyes. ]
Sorry- artsy. [ it's not the first time this joke has come up, apparently. ]