—  HANDS SHOOK AS nervous fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. He’s looking at the road, but his mind is somewhere else. With @takenamiss in the passenger seat, of course he’s nervous - Steve’s had a crush on her since they slept together a few weeks ago. It had been a drunken decision, but one that Steve did not take lightly; he’d been with many girls in his high school years, but never as intimately as he’d been with Sarah. It was an event that had stirred up feelings he hadn’t felt in a while, feelings that he hadn’t felt since things ended with Nancy. 

With “Twist of Fate” playing on the car’s speakers, Steve pulls over to the side of the country road. There’s no one around for a few miles, nice and quiet. A great place to overthink things. He turns his head to face the girl, hands trembling on the steering wheel. He runs a hand through his luscious locks and lets out a heavy exhale. 

“Sarah,” he starts, stopping just as quickly. Is he really about to do this? “You know that secret I have, the one that I told you I couldn’t tell? Well...” His voice trails off. Another deep breath. And one more for good measure. He notices her eyes - they’re sparkling with the setting sun. Hard for him not to get lost in them. 

Fuck it. “I like you. More than a friend, I mean.”

—  TODAY IS A slow day for King Steve. He’s been working the room for a few hours, cozying up with girls and shooting his shot. This party is pretty packed, and he’s hit on three-fourths of the girls already. There’s something that’s stopping them from falling for his charm, and he’s going to figure it out. And then he notices a head with a curly mullet. Talking to Becky. No, Stacy. He doesn’t remember her name. He charges forth, places a firm hand on his shoulder. Turns the man around. The face is too familiar. 

“Oh, God, you’re Billy, aren’t you?”

@surfkng     /     starter .

—  HE’S BEEN WORKING on his three-point shot for a while now, only making about a third of them and sweating all over the gym floor. There are a few cheerleaders near the bleachers working on routines, some kids throwing around a football on the other end of the gym. One of the cheerleaders catches his eye, and she waves at him - naturally, he waves back. He’s stunned by her energy, the warmth he can feel across the room. Clearing his throat and pushing the hair out of his face and off his forehead, he goes to approach her.

@scarednotscary      /     starter .

—  THERE’S A NICE-LOOKING girl at the end of the bar. She’s unlike the girls that Steve usually goes for, girls who are high on the social food chain or those that are just looking to take a ride in his car. But something about her’s caught his eye, and he’s been staring for longer than he should. He strides up to her - finally - and hands her a can of Coca-Cola. With a charming smile he says, “You looked lonely, so I got you a drink.”

@mysharxna      /   starter .

@girlpsych liked for a starter ( forever ago )  !

—   “SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” STEVE YELLS, THROWING HIS HANDS IN THE AIR and standing up from his seat. He takes a moment, pacing around the table with a thumb in between his lips, thinking hard. He returns to his seat and grumbles, “It’s not in the rules. But I guess, TECHNICALLY, you win.” 

"I've never done this before. I hope that's not an issue."

—  STEVE’S FINGERS INTERLACE with hers as he pulls her along behind him. He can feel her resistance, but he’s determined to complete this quest. With her words, his head whips back to lock eyes with hers, his lips turning up into a funny smirk.

“You mean to tell me you’ve never played hooky before?” he chuckles, not at her, but at the situation - it really was quite funny. He’d ditched Robin at Family Video for this. Yeah, he felt bad about it, but it would be worth it if he could convince Gwen to come along. 

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Steve told her, ushering her to his car. “I’ll even let you pick the music.”

—  HE’S QUIET AT first, humming softly to himself and playing idly with his hair. Something out of the corner of his eyes flickers, and he’s quick to turn and stare. There stands Mike, wearing a grin he’s desperately trying to hide. Steve leans backward, almost afraid he’s about to be attacked, and asks, “Why do you have that look on your face?

@smalltownbcy     /      starter

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