[ ugh, his parents. well, his mom was always friendly enough. his dad, however........... rrrgh. ]
Oh. Easy-peasy, right? Considering you are absolutely not a disappointment to anyone.
[ anyone worth your time is the implication, but she doesn't type it out because she doesn't actually want to just talk shit about his dad right now. ... okay, maybe she does. but she's trying not to!! ]
My dad would disagree. Either way, they’re flying back out tomorrow so it doesn’t matter much.
[ That’s not exactly true but…it doesn’t matter. That’s what he tells himself as he stares into the blue glow of his phone. It would be so much easier if it didn’t matter. ]
It matters to me? It definitely matters too me. And that's not something you should have to get used to. Oh, now I really wish I did go with you back to yours. But it's probably for the best that I didn't, because your dad is actually SO damn lucky that I wasn't there. You don't even know. Okay, you might know. But he doesn't.
Anyway, I'm glad you got home safe. Even though I wish I went with you. Or that you stayed here. After you pulled out of the driveway I hopped right back into the same spot on the couch where we were sitting all cozy, but predictably, it totally wasn't the same. And now I'm in bed, texting you. Thrilling, right?
Sorry, I… I know. It’s probably for the best. Though if anyone could take my dad down a peg, it might be you.
[ Steve sighs to himself in his dark, quiet, room in his dark, quiet, house. Even with his parents here for the night it feels as empty as ever, maybe even more so. He misses Nancy under the best of circumstances, but now the feeling stabs deep into his chest. ]
Next time I’ll stay longer. Hell, maybe one of these days I’ll make it permanent.
Oh, I definitely could. But if I ever actually get a chance to, I promise to try my best to not be too mean about it. Really. 😇
[ his last text makes something in her chest swoop, warm and bright. he's always been able to inspire that feeling in her, just by being all steve about something, but she's still getting used to feeling it again. ]
I could always kidnap you? Then you'll have no choice to stay here and snuggle with until we fall asleep and struggle our way through a half-burned stack of pancakes. ... And help me figure out how to get better at flipping pancakes before they burn, that too.
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Oh. Easy-peasy, right? Considering you are absolutely not a disappointment to anyone.
[ anyone worth your time is the implication, but she doesn't type it out because she doesn't actually want to just talk shit about his dad right now. ... okay, maybe she does. but she's trying not to!! ]
You okay?
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Either way, they’re flying back out tomorrow so it doesn’t matter much.
[ That’s not exactly true but…it doesn’t matter. That’s what he tells himself as he stares into the blue glow of his phone. It would be so much easier if it didn’t matter. ]
I’m alright. You get used to it after a while.
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And that's not something you should have to get used to.
Oh, now I really wish I did go with you back to yours. But it's probably for the best that I didn't, because your dad is actually
SO damn lucky that I wasn't there.
You don't even know.
Okay, you might know.
But he doesn't.
[ this is literally nancy rn ]
Anyway, I'm glad you got home safe. Even though I wish I went with you.
Or that you stayed here.
After you pulled out of the driveway I hopped right back into the same spot on the couch where we were sitting all cozy, but predictably, it totally wasn't the same.
And now I'm in bed, texting you.
Thrilling, right?
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It’s probably for the best.
Though if anyone could take my dad down a peg, it might be you.
[ Steve sighs to himself in his dark, quiet, room in his dark, quiet, house. Even with his parents here for the night it feels as empty as ever, maybe even more so. He misses Nancy under the best of circumstances, but now the feeling stabs deep into his chest. ]
Next time I’ll stay longer.
Hell, maybe one of these days I’ll make it permanent.
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But if I ever actually get a chance to, I promise to try my best to not be too mean about it. Really. 😇
[ his last text makes something in her chest swoop, warm and bright. he's always been able to inspire that feeling in her, just by being all steve about something, but she's still getting used to feeling it again. ]
I could always kidnap you? Then you'll have no choice to stay here and snuggle with until we fall asleep and struggle our way through a half-burned stack of pancakes.
... And help me figure out how to get better at flipping pancakes before they burn, that too.