max sits her skateboard in the floorboard , right above where she placed her feet. she glances at him. then , he surprised her.
she actually perks up — looking like a kid in a way that is so unusual for her. “ wait —— seriously? ” the tone in which it escapes ——
@CursedDefiance Steve’s grip tightened on the wheel for a second, her quiet admission hitting harder than he expected. He glanced over, catching the rare softness in her eyes, and something in his chest eased.
“Yeah,” he said, voice low and steady. “I know.” He shifted into drive,—
even if he was alive. and now .. with her mom , all she does is drink. she watches him for a moment.
“ you’re the only one i have when it comes to stuff like that. ” a rare , soft admittance from her.
max was by the bike racks when steve interrupted her thoughts. it was pretty hot out. she considers , studying him for a moment before agreeing.
“ alright , sure. ” she says , flipping her skateboard up with her foot. she grabs it with ease , starting toward ——
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Steve leaned against the side of his beat up BMW, arms crossed, the late afternoon sun cutting long shadows across the empty Hawkins High parking lot. He’d told himself he was just waiting to make sure the kids got home safe after practice—
his car with a tilt of her head. once their both in the car she studies him before speaking again.
“ i know you swore you’d never let me drive again , but you know , someone should teach me how to drive. at least. ” she says softly. it’s not like billy would have. ——