“i’m not going to the diner, i can’t pay” you tell steve after the basketball game. “okay, when the fuck do you ever?” he asks, looking over at you. he’s got a point. he always gets your bill, but you always have money anyway. you sigh. “yeah, but like, i cant pay.” you try again. “what the fuck do you need money for?” the two of you never get along, he’s always arguing with you. he’s dead set on taking care of you, though. “just get in the damn car, i’m gonna pay anyway.” he says.