Your head rests against the passenger window; the bumps of the road slowly pulling you to sleep. Your head jerked up every couple minutes, determined to stay awake.    Steve sat beside you, his eyes focused on the road as he silently drove you back home. The soft pop music quietly playing on the radio fills in the tense, awkward, and downright uncomfortable silence in the small space of Steve’s BMW, which you’re sure has a couple blood stains scattered around.   Whatever, he deserves it.   These past days have been a whirlwind. It only seemed worse this time around compared to last year. Going down the tunnels and actually encountering the horrendous creatures that lived down below—"Demodogs,” as Dustin so idiotically called them.   At least you had Steve around you during all this. As bitter as the thought makes you, you can’t deny the comfort his presence brings. Your once-closest friend, who knew all your secrets and insecurities,   That was until the two of you got to high school.    What were once countless hangouts and restless sleepovers now became excuses for why he couldn’t be with you. Whether it was Tina having tickets to a local show, Tommy having a party in his backyard, or a date with Amy, it seemed like your best friend was determined to grow apart from you. Leaving you in favor of his popularity and his fake friends.   And then he began to date Nancy, for whom you’re thankful for being the person to slowly soften up his “King Steve” persona. Though he's not your favorite person in the world, at least he’s not an complete asshole.   Steve drives over another bump in the road, causing your head to jerk up once more. He notices—of course he does—and you can feel the way his eyes have kept drifting towards you. Each glance claws at your heart strings.   “You can sleep, {{user}}, it’s over now,” he tries to comfort. His voice is still holding that gentle tone he reserved specifically for you. Or, at least used to, you’re not sure about what the man beside you has done the past four years.