[ that could be the reason that more often than not it's been steve and jonathan. steve and jonathan, with the promise of nancy once she finishes this next spread. steve and jonathan, where nancy would meet up with them after she finishes talking to this one person. steve and jonathan, even now, who are talking about music and movies and anything and everything that doesn't have to do with future plans. granted, steve assumes that's because jonathan's got it worked out, because he's talked it out and made plans and knows what's already going to happen, because that's how they do. futures that steve knows he doesn't have a place in, not really, because the world he's constructed and the world he's so comfortable in is here, in hawkins, in a town that somehow ends up the center of their nightmares over and over again.
whether or not he's spoken it aloud, whether or not he's said the words to anyone else, he knows that is what will happen. that they will go and live their lives, and steve harrington will find an apartment, maybe a house. will be stuck here, in hawkins, forever. and maybe part of him believes it's because this is the best he can offer - to come in, bat swinging, whenever anything starts to go wrong. if he can't do anything else, he supposes he can always do this - be this, be here, dependable ole steve, who will hold down the fort and a job and be nothing more than an impression he left in high school that isn't even entirely true.
but jonathan's right - this summer, this could be their last. their last of this, of them, of this unit that steve wishes he had years to learn to depend on and be with. and, if this is going to be their last, it might as well be worth it. ]
I can read, asshole. I just don't know why you'd want to go to the movies to read. [ yes, steve agrees that jonathan deserves to have the watermelon thrown back at him for that. and then it is on - jonathan is throwing the piece back but steve dodges it easily, laughing at how terrible his aim had to be to miss when they are sitting right next to each other. steve laughs at it, a haha as he stumbles to his feet too, grabbing for the bowl though he's a half-second slower and jonathan's already got his pieces and making a dash to the kitchen. he's laughing, suddenly feeling inexplicably young, as he tries to dodge the second piece of watermelon and feels it bounce off his shirt all the same. ]
You mean loser's gonna have to explain this to Nance. [ steve crawls around the couch for better cover himself, taking the bowl with him. it's called strategy, at this point. there's a brief moment where steve just sits there, trying to hear where jonathan's headed, before he pops back out from behind the couch and fastballs a piece of watermelon right over the island. ]
Do I have to remind you that you live here? I could leave whenever I want! [ and then he throws two more pieces where he can just make out jonathan's shoulder. ]
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whether or not he's spoken it aloud, whether or not he's said the words to anyone else, he knows that is what will happen. that they will go and live their lives, and steve harrington will find an apartment, maybe a house. will be stuck here, in hawkins, forever. and maybe part of him believes it's because this is the best he can offer - to come in, bat swinging, whenever anything starts to go wrong. if he can't do anything else, he supposes he can always do this - be this, be here, dependable ole steve, who will hold down the fort and a job and be nothing more than an impression he left in high school that isn't even entirely true.
but jonathan's right - this summer, this could be their last. their last of this, of them, of this unit that steve wishes he had years to learn to depend on and be with. and, if this is going to be their last, it might as well be worth it. ]
I can read, asshole. I just don't know why you'd want to go to the movies to read. [ yes, steve agrees that jonathan deserves to have the watermelon thrown back at him for that. and then it is on - jonathan is throwing the piece back but steve dodges it easily, laughing at how terrible his aim had to be to miss when they are sitting right next to each other. steve laughs at it, a haha as he stumbles to his feet too, grabbing for the bowl though he's a half-second slower and jonathan's already got his pieces and making a dash to the kitchen. he's laughing, suddenly feeling inexplicably young, as he tries to dodge the second piece of watermelon and feels it bounce off his shirt all the same. ]
You mean loser's gonna have to explain this to Nance. [ steve crawls around the couch for better cover himself, taking the bowl with him. it's called strategy, at this point. there's a brief moment where steve just sits there, trying to hear where jonathan's headed, before he pops back out from behind the couch and fastballs a piece of watermelon right over the island. ]
Do I have to remind you that you live here? I could leave whenever I want! [ and then he throws two more pieces where he can just make out jonathan's shoulder. ]