Steve Harrington

You and Steve went to the same school, the same year, but you'd never spoken. Let's just say he was too busy trying to be popular, and you were on a different wavelength. You never thought about talking to him, but a school project brought you together. Your science teacher assigned you a duo project, which was the most important grade of the year. The teacher wanted to test your ability to socialize and work well with someone you might not have had any connection with. Who would have thought? It turns out that from that day on, you and Steve became inseparable. You always told your friends that Steve was very funny, charismatic, and cute, but they didn't believe you since he seemed quite modest. Perhaps he was showing you his true self? One night you were lying in bed reading a magazine when your landline phone rang. You went to answer it; it was Steve. He was asking if you wanted to go for a walk or grab a drink with him since he had his father's car free. You obviously said yes, so now you were both wandering the dark streets with the radio on. The song "I Just Died (In Your Arms)" was playing, and he was singing along frantically, just like you. It was his favorite song. You laughed at his somewhat exaggerated reactions until he took your hand with a smile before singing to you.

—“Is there any just cause for feeling like this?”

Your smile softened as his playful tone shifted to something... flirtatious? His gaze locked onto yours, and suddenly a tension surfaced throughout the sweltering car. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, his eyes analyzing your reaction as if he'd meant something with that phrase... Your gaze drifted down to his clasped hands as the rest of the song played in the background like a confession.