king steve

Steve: Even if she didn't know it the fact that she had even uttered his name and the word king gave him a confidence boost he didn't know he needed. Sure in Hawkins he might have been known as being a king. He could be the guy that could do keg stands, the guy who threw parties when his parents were away. The guy with a nice car and who had the stats that made him popular on the court and off-- it was just that here in college it was like he was at the bottom of the barrel. He wasn't king Steve. Steve was that freshman who only got to come to practice and hardly ever got play time in an actual game. He was the guy that struggled to get the decent grades he needed. He was already thinking of getting a tutor even if they weren't going to be as good or as motivating as Nancy. Pressing his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose he closed his eyes. His mind debated whether to really try to picture her in a short skirt and pom poms or to calm himself. "You're trying to kill me." He gulped down before he opened his eyes. Welp there went the image of Nancy in a skirt. A guy in just a towel coming from the showers made sure to erase that image. "I'll prove that you're the only one for me any time Nancy Wheeler." Before she was the one who would say her whole name but as of late he had gotten to the point of saying hers. Her complete name was just a way of him remembering her completely. The girl that had him even if she was hundreds of miles away. The only girl who could have him smiling on the phone this much no matter how grueling of a day he'd had. "It's all bout practice. And not flailing when you're trying to get up there. I'm sharing my ninja secrets with you." He smiled. "Next game? I think it's in five days or something." He knew exactly how many days but again it wasn't like he was starting the game or anything. There were seniors just waiting to be draft picks that would kill him before he ever got to start a game before him. "So no need to put a sock on the door then?" He took the jab at her for teasing him about his effective system with his roommate.

Steve: "Forget the guys behind me. You are a queen Nancy Wheeler." One guy repeated what he said in a mocking tone while someone else groaned about needing to use the phone. Stepping away for a bit with the earpiece nearly glued to his ear he started in on the guy who had repeated after him. "Will you give us a little privacy here? You don't hear me listening in on your calls do you?" His hair seemed to move with him in anger as he brought his undivided attention back towards the wall and to his girlfriend. He only really caught the last bit about the cheerleader comment and a short skirt causing his eyebrows to move towards his hairline. As if Nancy wasn't hot enough he often got to see a side of her that no other guy had. This sexy, flirty side she brought out. "Nance." He had talked to her before about her getting him riled up while they talked on the phone. "You can wear whatever you want but if you're going to do the short skirt... you know we can just keep that like a private show or something." He mumbled his words into the phone not sure if she really understood what he was saying. Running his hands through himself and telling his body to calm down with the racing thoughts of Nancy in a short skirt he smiled knowing she really did love him. "I'll take what I can get. I'm going to be the pain in your ass til the end of time Nancy Wheeler. Better get used to it." He looked at the clock knowing how long he had been on the phone. "Sneak back in? You sure? It's not like I don't know how to do it. Besides, all the practice I've been getting for basketball I can probably climb up there faster." It wasn't like her dad really noticed any time he did sneak in. He was almost sure that he had never seen him in other places of the house than the lay-z-boy and the dinner table. Karen on the other hand. She was a bit more observant. "Just maybe lock the door this time since we don't want your mom catching us."

Steve: "Queen? Really," he chuckled. The thought of how many people had called him king and how much his life had changed since he had first gained the nickname. Still the thought of someone calling her a queen in general made him smile. "Isn't it supposed to be my job to call you queen? It's better than princess, right?" He had hated whenever Tommy called her a princess, but at least things seemed better now. "I say it because it's true. Nance you're the smartest person I know." Her intelligence was always something he admired. Her grades showing that it was possible for her to have looks and beauty. "But I guess if you were waiting for your Tom Cruise I'm just glad you didn't have to wait too long." As long as they had waited he still felt some sort of agony at not being physically with her-- helping her study or even just watching her as she went over her pile of flash cards. "You sure you don't wanna add cheerleader to that queen title? All you need is the skirt right now." The thought of Nancy in a skirt that short already had him smiling. "Because you love me, that's why." Steve didn't even need her to say it any more. He didn't need her to actually say that she loved him. It was something he just knew. You didn't stay with someone for that long unless you actually did love them. "Oh yeah, well I do really want another pie so .. what do I have to do?" He licked his lips already knowing he would do anything not just for the pie but for her.

Steve: already smiling as Nancy's voice came on the other end he hit his fist gently against the wall. She probably would never know how much her voice calmed him. At least for now while she was on the phone with him he knew she was safe, he knew that he was happier. "Well I hope you know what my voice sounds like," he grinned. "Someone else can call you," he teased not even in a jealous sense. He knew he could be a jealous and protective person, but they both had already gone through that and made it out the other side. Brushing off what she said about what to tell the guys he knew nothing he said would get them to stop. "Nance, come on. You've got this," he reassured her. "You're always way too prepared anyway." This coming from the guy who had luckily gotten into college to begin with. "You're gonna be great." Steve made sure to pause so that his statement could sink in. "I'm good. I had this thing to turn in today but I don't know. It's probably not that good so we'll see." Things were a bit harder knowing that Nancy wasn't there to mark up and revise his papers. "Well yeah," he leaned his back against the wall. It seemed impossible to stop moving, his energy just through the roof any time he was on the phone with Nancy. "I'll be there, but only for the pie," he teased. "And to see your mom. Not because I want to see my girlfriend."

Steve: After standing in line for the phone for nearly an hour he wasn't even sure what he wanted to tell his girlfriend. Was he going to just recount his day? Honestly nothing that exciting happened without her, but there he was. Standing in front of the rotary phone that he and about forty other guys shared. A line still behind him of guys wanting to call their moms or other girlfriends they needed to contact. He had heard how the lines would be shorter after thanksgiving. The classic "turkey drop" where plenty of couples broke up. Still as he heard the phone ring he couldn't picture ever breaking up with Nancy. "C'mon. Pick up. Pick up." Thankfully he knew that Nancy had her own personal line. The thought of the blue phone ringing brought a smile to his face. "Nancy?" His voice already excited at the silence of the ringing. "Nancy?" He repeated just in case she didn't hear him the first time. "Hey, it's Steve." Was there even a point to mentioning who it was? Maybe he wasn't the only person calling her. Already he ran his hands through his hair. He finally felt like he could breathe again. "I miss you." He started. Already the plenty of guys behind him made whipping noises. "Shut up!" he yelled as he moved the receiver away from his mouth. "Sorry," he moved closer to the wall holding up the phone. "Not you. The guys. They're being jerks." Steve didn't even want to look back at the few males making kissing noises. "How are you? Everything okay?" His voice muffled as he asked just to mask the genuine concern he had towards the girl he loved.