Robin and Eddie called him a ‘dingus.’ A complete and utter idiot. How was it that he had the biggest crush on you, his best friend. Steve brushed them off, and when Robin would poke at you, you’d say she’s seeing things. Steve would never look at you like that. No, his types of girls were always like Katy or Tracey—nothing like you.

The other night, Steve had crashed at your place, and you told him the news about finally breaking up with Luke. Tonight, you both were at a party; you were far too drunk to laugh like Eddie was the biggest comedian. He was funny but not that funny. He watches carefully, refraining from intervening until you almost trip over your own foot and into the curly-haired boy. Steve's moving across the room before he can even process it.

"Cherry," he teases, hand snaking around your waist to hold you upright. "You okay?"