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His pale knuckles rap sharply on
the door, then fall back to his side in a fast motion. Jonathan Byers takes a
stiff step back as he waits for a response, pretending to admire the large pool
and opulent expanse of flowers decorating the backyard of Steve Harrington’s
The area is bathed in silver
moonlight, a lustrous gleam reflecting off the placid water, giving it a
ubiquitous magical atmosphere. It reminds him of a night not too long ago;
although now, all is quiet, save for the familiar sound of insects and
He isn’t sure why exactly he is
here. After all, Steve isn’t expecting him. It was a spur of the moment
decision, something very unlike the sixteen-year-old boy. But somehow, not
talking to Steve is much worse than beating the crap out of him. He hasn’t spoken
to him since the night the jock saved his life.
Jonathan is so lost in his
thoughts that he is quite startled when the door flies open, banging against
Expecting the worst – perhaps a
parent – Jonathan’s tense shoulders sag with relief to see Steve Harrington’s
huge grin plastered on his face.
“Well, well, well, Jonny boy!”
Steve spreads his arms extravagantly.
A faint blush tinges Jonathan’s
cheeks with color. He wants to say something – anything – but he just can’t muster
out the words. This is due not only to his social anxiety, but also to the fact
that Jonathan is just now processing the nickname that Steve had given him.
“Cat got your tongue?” Steve muses,
his smirk tilting to the left side of his face.
“I-I, um, just wanted to, uh,
thank you… for the camera,” Jonathan blurts hurriedly, wincing at the crack in
his voice. He had been through a lot in the past few months, yet that didn’t
change the fact that he was a still a teenage boy.
Steve raises his eyebrows.
Jonathan can only stare at him in
response. Steve’s hair is immaculately gelled back as usual. This is a feat
only feasible when it comes to Steve Harrington – even more so when it’s almost
midnight. Jonathan can’t help but think that it looks like fluffy cotton candy.
What would it feel like to run his hands through it?
“Man, are you okay? You sure you
aren’t here to beat the shit out of me again? That would kind of suck since I
saved your life and saved a month’s worth of allowance to get you that camera.”
Steve points at the camera around his acquaintance’s neck. Jonathan is
clutching it tightly, his knuckles unhealthily yellow.
Jonathan looks down, ashamed and
flustered, scuffing his feet against the pavement.
“Why don’t you come in? My
parents are out of town,” Steve taps his fingers against the door.
At this, Jonathan glances up,
licking his lips anxiously. There is an underlying tone to Steve’s voice,
something that almost makes him sound… nervous?
As much as Steve Harrington is
egotistical, he also cannot mask his feelings. Jonathan deciphers the look in
his accomplice’s eyes easily, for reading people’s emotions is a task that he is
always able to ace.
Steve Harrington seemed to be
shy… and insecure.
‘But why?’ Jonathan wonders. Steve spoke to him the way that one
would to – No. He would not venture
‘Steve Harrington is not like you,’ Jonathan mentally rebukes
“An answer this year would be
good, y’know,” Steve retorted, the odd edge still evident in his voice.
“Yeah. Sure, I’ll come in,”
Jonathan speaks before he can stop himself, taking an involuntary step up to
Steve steps back, an ear
splitting grin lighting up his face.
Jonathan cautiously steps into
the colossal home. It is not new to him that the owners of the Harrington
household are wealthy, but somehow, however grand it is, there is still a type
of cozy feel to the house. In some sense, it reminds him of his own home, of
his mother and Will.
Jonathan turns around to face
Steve, only to drop his jaw in shock.
Steve had dropped the white robe
that he was wearing only moments ago to reveal a graphic crop top and shorts.
“Like what you see, Jonny boy?”
Steve snorts, running a hand through his styled hair.
“I’m not really sure how to
answer that,” Jonathan mutters.
“I know you hate me, Jonny, but,
I mean…” Steve gestures up and down with his hands, displaying his toned abs to
the shorter boy.
“I don’t hate you,” Jonathan
replies in a rush, the moment turning completely serious. “I don’t hate you,”
he repeats more calmly this time, his heart racing at a million beats per
“No?” Steve shuts the door and
takes a few steps closer to Jonathan.
Jonathan gulps and shakes his
head, still maintaining eye contact with Steve.
Steve continues to make his way
to Jonathan, who is now completely intimidated, shifting his weight from foot
‘Is he going to hit me?’ Jonathan doubtfully thinks.
Stopping just a few inches before
him, Steve takes the time to examine Jonathan’s face. He isn’t good at reading
people, but the corner of his mouth tilts once he notices that Jonathan is
Steve stands close enough so that
Jonathan could point out all the tiny details on his face – like the mole next
to his mouth, and the glint of admiration in his eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Jonathan
Byers. I would never hurt you.” Steve’s eyebrows furrow as he speaks.
And then he does the unthinkable.
Without waiting for any response,
Steve cups Jonathan’s face in his hands and tilts his head to kiss him.
At first, Jonathan’s eyes fly
wide open, clearly not expecting this. But then he collapses into Steve’s
indomitable frame, letting the stronger of the two hold him up.
Jonathan’s lips are as soft as
velvet, and they lock onto Steve’s plush ones like two pieces of a puzzle.
Steve pushes Jonathan against a
wall for support, letting him run his hands through his hair, disheveling it.
For once, Steve doesn’t care about his appearance, for he’s too busy leaving
the heavy sting of passion and ardor in the air.
Just as the jock moves the camera
aside from around Jonathan’s neck so that he can press his body harder against
the more fragile of the boys, Jonathan regretfully pushes him back in order to
gasp for air.
“I thought you like girls,”
Jonathan pants in confusion.
“But you… do you like boys?”
“The question is, how do I not
like boys, Jonny? Especially when you’re one yourself.”
Jonathan allows himself to smile,
glancing down in modesty. He cannot believe this is happening, that one of the
only people he likes is admitting their feelings to him right at this moment.
“You know your whole face changes
when you smile. Why don’t you take a picture of us with that camera?” Steve
daintily clasps the camera hanging between the boys.
“No, I, um…” Jonathan struggles
to find the words – he’s so overwhelmed by many emotions.
“Oh, c’mon. Do it for me.” Steve
gently lifts the strap from around his friend’s neck, turning it on and around
so that the lens faces them.
Just as Steve is about to click
the button, Jonathan grasps Steve’s face and boldly kisses him.
The flash goes off, and Steve
stares at Jonathan in awe.
“Spend the night,” he decides
confidently. “Go up to my room – up the stairs and second one to the left. I’ll
be right back with beer and popcorn.”
Jonathan nods without hesitation,
taking the camera from Steve and beginning his ascend. He can’t stop smiling
like an idiot, in a haze due to the deluge of happiness.
Needless to say, the rest of the
night was spent with the tinkling sound of laughter, whispering hushed secrets
in the dark, and candid photos of Steve taken by Jonathan.
Out of all the times Jonathan had
felt out of place in his life – being around Steve couldn’t be anything more right.
I went through quite an emotional breakup a few years back. The emotional ripples eventually slow down and you will find yourself able to stare back at yourself in the reflective, placid waters. So, yeah. It gets easier. It takes time. It doesn't feel like it ever will. But the world wants you to heal. The soul strives for it. I hope you're able to find happiness and are able to cope with whatever you're going through right now. (I'm sending this because your posts reminded me of me back then)
Thank you. I really needed to hear this. It’s nice to know I’m not alone with my feelings, and that it is possible to get out of this slump. Idk when it will happen but I have faith that it will. Hopefully I can have happiness again and it will stick next time. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, like most people I guess. So thank you stranger, thank you for your kind words and wisdom ❤💋
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