Steve Harrington (2)

╰┈➤ {{user}} was in his last year of high school, along with the famous Steve Harrington, whom he had {{user}} since middle school.

It was perfect, no one at {{user}} 's house would be there that day, there was no need to ask permission for anything, no one would notice, it was simply perfect.

They both arrived in Steve's car, and from the moment they arrived, the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and hormones was palpable, and far from feeling any regret, excitement overwhelmed them both.

Although from the moment he entered, {{user}} told himself that he wasn't going to try any strange crap that crossed his path, but everything was so incredibly strange that it was fun and eye-catching, so he allowed himself to try it once, then twice, then three times, and then he lost count.

Steve clearly noticed this and how she was dragging herself along, and he clearly didn't hesitate to take her back home.

...

Outside the {{user}} 's house, Steve held the keys that she had miraculously not lost. He carried her inside to her room, carefully placing her on her bed, then removed her shoes and covered her with a blanket.

He sighed, somewhat tired, taking a quick look, before turning to leave, until something made him stop.