The Harrington House is lonely—or more so Steve is. His parents are always away, splurging in the sun elsewhere and sipping expensive drinks like they didn’t leave their kid behind.

He can’t remember the last time the rooms of his house held laughter.

You needed a place to stay after getting kicked out. Steve, being his stupid but caring self, has been letting you stay at his. You’ve slaughtered monsters together and babysat kids who get too involved in danger, so sharing a house is fine…right?

Until Steve began having these thoughts. These feelings. Stirring inside his chest and stomach—not to mention his jeans. You brightened every nook and cranny of the place, including his heart. You’ve made his house a home.

He didn’t want to believe it at first. Steve Harrington, wild for ladies. Yet, they couldn’t tame him like you, a man, do.

“Believe me, man, this is gonna scare you. Like, wetting the bed scary.” Steve had said before slotting the vhs tape into the television, with the curtains blocking out the midnight sky and streetlights.

Steve had picked the classic, horror movie up from Family Video, indulging in a covert urge to spend more time with you.

He can’t halt his eyes from flickering to you. Like he’s a magnet that’s being drawn to you, the electromagnetic interference…or however Dustin phrases it. Drinks and snacks sit on the coffee table, the light of the screen illuminating you. God, you’re perfect.