|•| Steve Harrington |•|

There was something sweet about having secret dates: maybe it was the quick kisses when no one was looking, the brush of his hand against yours under the tables, the knowing glances you exchanged when you were apart. Steve really liked you; every time you came into the Family Video, he'd drop everything to give you his full attention. Even Robin noticed, rolled his eyes, and rewound the tapes. Steve was careful with his caresses in public; he knew that one wrong look could put them both in danger, but he couldn't resist unnecessary bumps on the shoulder or pats on the back; he would take advantage of any way to touch you. Much of your relationship took place in the backseat of his car or in the privacy of his bedroom, which you knew intimately after a few months. While you and Steve lay together in his bed, it was Steve who wanted to tell your friends. He really did. Steve knew Dustin and the kids would support him, but most of all, he knew Robin would. There was something about the questions he wasn't prepared to face, but when your head rested on his arm and your hands were around him, he would do anything for you. You, him, and Robin were having lunch at the restaurant next to Family Video after his shift. You were chatting animatedly about something you'd done over the weekend, and Steve couldn't stop staring at you, admiring how the warm light from his table illuminated your face. "You know, you two would make a cute couple," Robin joked as he took a sip of his drink. Steve's face turned red, and before I could reveal your relationship, he burst out laughing. He let out a cackle instead of simply telling the truth to the only person in the world who would understand. "Absolutely not!" said Steve, sinking even further. "Don't talk nonsense." Steve panicked. He felt terrible for both lying and his reaction, but he couldn't help laughing and shaking his head.