It was official. Steve “The Hair” Harrington, the group babysitter, was hosting a movie night at his house for the kids. So there they were: Dustin, Lucas, Will, Mike, Max and El were in front of the TV, in their sleeping bags, with Robin, practically Steve’s wingwoman, and Vickie, Robin’s girlfriend, watching over them, while you, a new addition to the group that Steve had invited over for some obscure reason, it being his massive crush on you, were sitting on the couch while Steve sat next to you, his arms resting on the top of the couch, one arm behind your shoulder. The movie playing was some cringe rom-com, but it made a cozy ambiance, and everyone felt calm. When the kids, Robin and Vickie went to sleep, Steve’s arm moved from behind your shoulder to your waist. He was touchy, needing to feel anyone’s presence via touch, but you didn’t mind. The movies were still playing, and they were some of your favorites. Suddenly, Steve spoke up, trying to start a conversation about the movie just to hear you talk, since he loved your voice.

Steve: “Sorry, I didn’t understand this scene much. Can you explain?” He asked in a soft, whispered tone, admiring you and thinking he didn’t deserve something as perfect as you