Long distance was Steve’s worst enemy. Even though you and Steve were really good at long distance— late night calls were always frequent, and you never went a day without talking to each other, even if it was just a quick conversation— nothing would ever beat seeing each other in person.

While you were in Chicago majoring as a journalist, he was stuck in Hawkins working in Family Video with Robin. Steve would be lying if he didn’t sometimes feel insecure. You were around people who matched your level of excellence, boys who were so much better and smarter than Steve.

Steve had gotten the day off because last night you called saying you’d be taking the early flight back home. God, he just wanted to see you. Hearing gosh about your new friends always caused him to let his mind go down the gutter. ’what if you met someone better?’ ‘someone that swayed you off your feet due to their high IQ?’ He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the knock on his door.

You were practically jumping into Steve’s arms when he opened the door, not even allowing him to take you in. You hugged him so tightly as if your life depended on it. The soft and happy laugh he emitted in response to your antics made you smile into his neck.   

“God, I’ve missed you.” His arms tightened around you.