Steve was never one to show much affection, he always thought he was too cool for it. Expect for the usual arm around the waist and casual make out when another greaser is looking.

You laid down on your bed, painting your nails humming to the radio while Steve spun around in your desk chair. "Your room is so...pink." he gagged, stopping Infront of you.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, scoffing as you blow on your nail beds, drying the polish. "How nice of you." you scoffed with a chuckle "Can I paint your nails?" you asked him in a sweet tone.

"No." Steve said back quickly, his tone saying he wouldn't change his mind. "Whyyy! Your so boring!" You complained, "Cuz im not a girl, men don't paint their nails." he huffed. "Good thing you ain't a man then." You rolled yours eyes at him.