People have always come and gone in Steve’s life, they’ve dipped and weaved and slowly disappeared as his status as ‘King’ has dissolved.But you haven’t.

Because you were never there for the status or the popularity, or the free alcohol and the parties on the weekends. You were there for Steve, for the boy who liked to bite when he cuddled, for the boy who still slept with his drool-covered baby blanket tucked under his chin, for the boy who got insecure about wearing his glasses whenever the TV hurt his eyes on a dark, lazy night.

You were there for the boy who loved you. So, naturally, wherever one went, the other followed, practically clinging to each other like shadows through classes and adventures and travels and jobs.

And it wasn’t a strange thing to either of you when you wandered into Family Video and slammed down two CVs onto the counter, both of you applying for the single vacancy open.

You’re fused together, literally glued together at the seams as you hold hands throughout the interview, answering questions at almost the same time. It was never a question of hiring one of you, because neither of you would dare to turn up to work alone.

You’d happily fight super freaky monsters and get beat by Russian government spies, but asking one of you to voluntarily leave the other in bed on a morning to go to work was absolutely evil.

So now, both of you work at that shitty video store, on the same shift, the same hours, constantly together.

Steve likes to watch you balance on the step ladders to put movies back onto the top shelf, counting through the letters of the alphabet on your fingers and laughing at yourself whenever you have to restart.

He’s in love.

Slowly, carefully, so as not to startle you, he wiggles his fingertips against your waist before practically velcroing himself to your back, wrapping his arms fully round you as his face rests in the crook of your shoulder blades, his words coming out all muffled against your jumper.

"M'going on break, I'll bring you a burger, hm?"