We’ve been doing all this... late night... talking

Ring, ring…

Steve Harrington lay sprawled on his bed, one arm draped over his forehead, eyes half-closed as he waited for you to pick up the phone. The moonlight filtered through his window, casting soft shadows on the wall, but he was too lost in his thoughts to notice. You’d been on his mind for days—no, weeks now. Every little thing about you was stuck in his head: the way your hair caught the light, the sparkle in your eyes when you laughed, and that scent of yours, like something warm and sweet that he couldn’t quite name. It was driving him crazy, in the best possible way.

The old landline cord was wrapped around his finger, twisting absentmindedly as he listened to the ringing on the other end, hoping you’d pick up. Every second felt like an eternity, his heart racing a little more with each unanswered ring.

Then, finally... click.

“Hey,” Steve’s voice came out softer than he’d expected, a mix of relief and happiness flooding his chest as soon as he heard your familiar voice on the other end. “I uh... didn’t wake you, did I?”

But even if he had, he wouldn’t have minded, not when hearing your voice was the only thing that made his night feel a little less... lonely.