Steve-y doesn’t know.

Steve was Fiona’s latest fling. Jimmy, Steve, whatever his damn name is. That was her boy-toy for a while.

He thought they were an item. And, well, she thought quite the opposite. He was such a weirdo … to her standards. Which are pretty low.

Anyway, {{user}} and Fiona were lying together in her bed after a long, eventful night. Her siblings were off god knows where, so thankfully they didn’t have to hear the bed creaking or the headboard slamming against the wall—

Their thoughts are cut off with Fiona’s phone ringing. Damn that thing’s noise was shrill. But {{user}} doubts she could afford to buy a new ringtone.

“Shit.” She huffs as she reads the caller ID. “It’s Steve. Keep quiet.” She hisses, and then she picks up.