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(last updated 6/12/26)
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âSo, youâre really just going to avoid each other for the rest of your lives?âÂ
You nodded at Robin's simplification of the situation at hand. âThatâs still pretty much the plan, yeah.âÂ
âOkay, well, I'm sick of this custody arrangement where I only see one of you one day and the other the next day,â She said, slumping back against the couch in her living room. âThese past two weeks have sucked. It literally feels like I'm a kid going back and forth between my divorced parents.â
âI'm the dad and Steve's the mom, right?â
âObviously,â Robin responded to your playful words. âBut no time for joking right now. What I'm trying to say is that I hate being stuck in the middle.â
You wanted to tell her that that wasnât the case at allâ you and Steve werenât trying to make her choose a side, and you werenât telling her that she could only be friends with one of youâ but you didnât say any of that because she was pretty much right, she was caught in the middle of your and Steveâs breakup.Â
The three of you had been best friends, and it was a trio that was forged through long days of slinging ice cream. And even when you and Steve started dating at the end of that summer, things really didnât change between the three of you all that much. Robin was happy about your and Steve's relationship because she loved bragging that she had seen it coming from a mile away, and youâd all still hang out constantly and never once did she feel like a third wheel.Â
It had all been so perfect.Â
Until it wasnât. And now everything had changed.Â
âAnd I get it,â Robin continued. âI get why you guys are broken up, and I understand the reasoning behind it and all of that. But, is there any way that things could maybe go back to how they used to be before you leave for college?â
âI donât know,â You admitted honestly. You had no idea if you could actually let things go back to how they were. After being so in love with Steveâ there had even genuinely been moments where you considered a âforeverâ with himâ the thought of just becoming his friend again felt a little too weird and a lot too depressing to you.Â
Robin sighed but ultimately nodded, and you two went back to watching the movie playing on the TV.Â
You felt grateful that she didnât bring up the promise that you and Steve made to her when you first started datingâ how if things somehow didnât work out between you and him, youâd all still be able to stay close friends. You never once thought that you and Steve would break up, and you especially never thought that youâd end up in a place where all you wanted to do was avoid him, so in the moment, it had felt so easy and like a no-brainer to make that promise to her. It was a promise that you now viewed as naive and so stupidly hopeful.Â
However, at the end of the day, it was still a promise, and even though Robin hadnât brought it up, it was all you could think about for the rest of the night. And it became the reason why you decided to call Steve for the first time in two weeks when you got home that night.Â
It went entirely against your plan of quitting him cold turkeyâ no talking to him, no seeing him, absolutely no contact with him whatsoever. But, you fought the urge you immediately had to hang up the phone after you finished dialing his number and it started ringing.Â
âHello?âÂ
âWe need to do something with Robin,â You said, skipping past any and all greetings and niceties.Â
âIâm hanging out with her tomorrow,â Steve responded, and you easily picked up on the confusion in his voice. âAnd didnât you two just hang out tonight?â
âNo, I mean together. We need to hang out with her together,â You told him as you started mindlessly twirling the phone cord around your index finger. âShe hates how different things are now, and I think we should show her that we can be⊠okay around one another.â
âOkayâ seemed like the best, and only, word to use in this context; it wasnât too much. You definitely felt like you couldnât say friends or anything else remotely close to that.Â
âI'm thinking we do a movie at The Hawk and then dinner at the diner,â You continued.Â
âClassic Friday night,â Steve responded.
âExactly,â You said, nodding even though he couldnât see you.
It had been a staple among the three of you, and you could only allow yourself to inwardly admit how much you really missed those nights. Going to the movies, spending hours at the diner afterward, dropping Robin off at home before her midnight curfew, and then you and Steve heading to his place, falling into his bed, and talking about anything and everything until the sun came up. Your heart ached harshly in your chest the more you thought about it, and the more you thought about how a night like that would never happen again.Â
You cleared your throat and willed away the feeling in your chest. âSo, yeah, movie and diner. You in?â
âOf course, anything for Robin,â He told you. âAnd, I guess, we did kind of promise her that things would stay okay between all of us if we did ever break up.â
âYeah, thatâs what I was thinking about too,â You responded, and the conversation came to a quiet end. All too quickly, an awkwardness that felt impossible to ignore started to linger; the harsh reminder of just how different everything was between you and him. You immediately wanted to push that feeling away. âUm, I should go. Iâll see you Friday, I guess.â
âOkay, yeah. See you Friday.â
You let out a sigh when you placed the phone back on its hook. A wave of nervousness washed over you, but you pretended that everything was fine and that spending time with Steve for the first time since the breakup would be completely fine too.Â
âI know this is a pity hangout, but I'm still having fun.â
You shook your head at Robinâs words. âItâs not a pity hangout.âÂ
She gave you a look that said that she didnât believe you in the slightest. âSo you two decided to set this up because you wanted to and not because of all that stuff I said a couple nights ago?â
âYes, exactly,â You said, and then took another sip of your milkshake so that you could break eye contact with her.Â
Before she could say anything in response to that, Steve came back from the bathroom and slid back into the booth that you three had been occupying for the last half an hour; you and Robin on one side and him on the other.Â
âOkay, it hit me while I was in there. It actually makes so much sense why that guy ended up being the killer,â He said, referring to the movie you all had just watched. âWhen the first girl was murdered, he got to the scene of the crime way too fast.â
Robin let out a laugh. âYou had this groundbreaking epiphany while you were in the bathroom?â
âYes, I do my best thinking in there sometimes,â Steve responded with a shrug, which only made her laugh harder, and you were unable to bite back your own amused smile. He only playfully rolled his eyes in response.Â
âHonestly, the movie kinda sucked,â Robin said when her laughter subsided, and you and Steve hummed in agreement. âOoh, you know what we need to rewatch again? A Nightmare on Elm Street.â
You groaned. âNo. Can we please stay away from horror for a little while? I need to remind my brain that happy things still exist.â
Steve gave you an amused smile. âWhatâs your suggestion instead? Watching The Muppet Movie for the millionth time?âÂ
âJokeâs on you because I was actually gonna say The Muppets Take Manhattan,â You said, and then teasingly stuck your tongue out at him because it felt like second nature to do so, and he laughed. Â
Somehow, this entire night had felt weirdly okay and actually somewhat easy thus far; like there truly was a way for the three of you to go back to being that âtrioâ again. You tried not to let yourself think too far ahead, though. This was only one night, and you knew that it wouldnât be able to change everything for the better. You simply just wanted to live in this really good moment.Â
âWait, that would actually be a good idea for a movie night,â Robin said. âWe all watch whatever our favorite movies from childhood were.âÂ
A conversation started from there, where you all talked about movies you loved when you were kids. You made fun of Steveâs childhood love for the Willy Wonka movie just like he made fun of you with The Muppets, and you both refused to believe Robin when she said that her favorite movie when she was younger was Taxi Driver.
âI had impeccable taste, even as a kid,â She had said, and you rolled your eyes while Steve threw a stray fry at her.Â
After spending what was definitely way too long at the diner, the three of you were back in Steveâs car, and he started the quick drive to Robinâs house; she was the closest to the diner, and even you could recognize that it wouldnât make sense to drop you off first, like when he had picked you up last at the start of the night. However, you had prematurely planned for this; asking Robin yesterday if you could spend the night at her house after the diner, and she, of course, said yes.Â
This night with Steve had surprisingly gone okayâ pretty much better than just okayâ but that didnât mean that you wanted to be left alone with him, even if it would only be for a ten-minute car ride. You could just imagine how quickly things would fall into awkwardness if you two didnât have Robin to be the perfect buffer. Without her, you couldnât even imagine what this night wouldâve been like. Without her, this night wouldnât have existed.Â
âOh, I meant to mention this earlier, but thereâs been a slight change of plans,â Robin said when Steve was parked in front of her house, and you started unbuckling your seatbelt to get out too. She turned around to look at you. âYou canât sleep over tonight. My mom is, um, being really weird about⊠my room. I havenât cleaned it in forever. Itâs a mess. And she doesnât want me having anyone stay over because of that. So yeah. Sorry.â
âRobin,â You looked at her as if she were insane. âYou canât be serious.â
âIâm deadly serious. You know how my mother is,â She told you and then opened the passenger side door. âAnyway, I'll see you tomorrow. Get her home safe, Harrington. Bye.â
Before you could say anything, she was closing the car door behind her and practically running up her driveway and to her front porch steps, giving you two one final quick wave before heading inside.Â
âSheâs unbelievable,â You mumbled as you finished unbuckling your seatbelt and then opened the back door.
Steve became entirely confused by your actions. âYouâre walking home?â
âNo, it just feels too weird being in the back when the front seat is open,â You answered and then moved to the passenger seat. You met Steveâs eyes just for a second and then looked away.
âThat couldâve been great practice for when I decide to pivot into my next job as a cab driver,â He said as he started driving, making a left turn at the end of Robinâs street and heading in the direction of your house.
You wanted to laugh at what you knew was a joke, but all you could focus on was how jarring it felt that he wasnât turning right toward his place, like what would usually happen on these types of Friday nights.Â
And it felt weird being in his passenger seat too. It no longer felt right to adjust the seat to how you liked it, or turn up the radio, or jokingly change the station to a country one because hearing the sound of a banjo always made him laugh for some reason. It only felt okay to sit with your hands in your lap and stare out the window at the houses passing by. Somehow, it was being here in his passenger seat, and feeling like a stranger within it, that reminded you of what you and Steve now were to each other.
You took another quick look at him. âDid you actually think I wouldâve rather walked home instead of being alone in a car with you?â
âHonestly, I donât know.âÂ
âI donât hate you, Steve.âÂ
âI know, but before tonight, you had made it really clear that we should never talk to each other again,â He responded, making another turn at another stop sign. âThe only reason we hung out tonight was because of Robin.â
That was entirely true, but that was the last thing you wanted to talk about in this moment.Â
âIf anything, you should hate me. Iâm the one whoâs leaving.â
He immediately shook his head. âIt would be really messed up if I were mad at you for going to college.âÂ
âWell, I mean, you did break up with me because of it,â You responded, which made Steve sigh.Â
âSaying it like that makes it sound really fucked up.â
By the end of that hour-long breakup conversation two weeks ago, it had ended up feeling like a mutual thing, but at the end of the day, it was still Steve who had brought it up in the first place.Â
âWhat other way is there to say it?â You werenât trying to be mean to him in this moment, but you suddenly worried that the bluntness of your words made it come off that way, especially when he didnât say anything in response to you at first, and a silence took over the car.Â
âIt was stupid,â Steve said softly, filling the prevailing quiet. âProbably one of the stupidest things Iâve ever done.âÂ
A part of you wanted to roll your eyes at his words, while the other part of you felt a tiny sliver of hope that inadvertently made your heart race. It was your turn to sigh. âDo you actually mean that?âÂ
When he broke up with you, he had talked about how long-distance relationships never worked and how they only prolonged the inevitable and always made the couple hate each other. Honestly, everything he was saying sounded like something you would have said; youâd always been the more logical thinker. However, when it came to you and Steve, you always inadvertently led with your heart over your head.Â
âYes, I wish I had never said it, but I just thought it was the right thing to do.â
âBecause long-distance relationships never work?â You said, reminding him of what had been his main point when he broke things off.Â
âNo,â Steve shook his head. âBecause youâre going to college and youâre gonna do great things, and I donât wanna hold you back.â
That was not at all what you expected to hear from him.
It was so honest and vulnerable, and you suddenly saw that last conversation you two had entirely different, and all you could now do was replay the whole thing in your head. Â
Barely a minute later, Steve was pulling up in front of your house. However, there was absolutely no way that you were getting out of his car now, not when he just dropped what felt equivalent to a bomb on you.Â
âWhat?â You turned to look at him, finally responding to his previous words. âWhat does that even mean?â
âI donâtâ I didnât want things to get to the point where you started choosing me over really important opportunities,â Steve answered, meeting your eyes.Â
For a second, all you could do was blink at him. You wanted to understand his words, and you wanted to fully see his point of view, you really did, but it was too hard to think rationally right then because you just felt so confused.Â
âNothingâs even happened yet. Iâm not even there yet,â You told him, trying to keep your voice calm and steady, but it felt damn near impossible. âYou were thinking about problems that donât exist.â
âOnce I started thinking about it, I couldnât not think about it,â He responded. âAnd then I just wanted to rip off the band-aid, if that makes sense. End it before us being together started ruining things for you.â
You looked away from him then, slumping back in your seat. âYou shouldâve told me the truth, Steve. Not some bullshit reasons about long-distance relationships failing.â
âIt was stupid,â Steve said, repeating the words that pretty much started this conversation in the first place.Â
âIt was,â You agreed, still staring straight ahead at your dark street.Â
âAnd Iâm sorry for lying to you. I wish I had just told you the truth instead of being a scared idiot,â He said, and you could only nod in response at first.Â
There was too much running through your mind right then. It was a lot of contradictory thoughts and feelings that only confused you and went against everything that youâd convinced yourself was true over the last two weeks.
The breakup was hard, almost too hard, so you had told yourself that you needed to do the one thing that would be âeasyâ and force your brain to accept it; your heart was a completely different story, but you figured it would catch up eventually. However, now it was as if your head didnât know what to do or think or feel, and your heart stupidly wanted to be completely truthful in this moment.Â
âWe wouldâve figured everything out,â You told him after a few beats of silence. âI honestly think we couldâve made anything work. Long distance, random life changes, whatever. And I know thatâs probably naive of me to say, but I really did believe in us.â You shook your head at yourself. âSomehow, we completely switched roles. You became the logical one and I became the hopeless romantic.â
âI donât wanna be the logical one anymore. I tried it out and completely fucked everything up.â
âItâsâŠâ You tried to figure out exactly what you wanted to say. There was so much you couldâve said right then, but your thoughts felt too scattered to form a coherent sentence. âItâs okay.â
The conversation came to its natural stopping point there. You didnât know what else to say or do in this moment. This talk felt unfinished, but you had no idea how to finish it in a way that would make everything feel like it was wrapped up in a pretty little bow. In a perfect world, you and Steve would easily make up from here, pick up right where things left off, and pretend as if the last two weeks hadnât happened. But, the world you two lived in wasnât perfect, so you silently figured that maybe it would make more sense if you simply just left things as they now were.Â
You started unbuckling your seatbelt. âItâs late. Iâm gonna go.â
âYou sure?â Steve asked, and you only nodded instead of saying anything.Â
You pushed open the car door. âNight, Steve.â
âNight,â He responded softly and then proceeded to watch you walk away from his car.Â
You were heading up your front porch steps, moments away from unlocking your door and heading inside, when Steve made the impulsive decision to unbuckle his seatbelt and run after you.Â
âWait,â His voice slightly startled you, and you turned around. He was racing up your steps to catch up to you, and you were about to ask him what he was doing, but he started speaking before the question could even form on your lips. âI think youâre right. No, scratch that, actually, I know youâre right. I want us to work, and I know we can, I really do. And I know you were speaking in past tense, so maybe you donât believe in us anymore, but I still do. Iâm such an idiot for overthinking everything, and Iâm so sorry for not being honest about what I was thinking. If I could go back and do things completely different, I would, one thousand percent. I love you so goddamn much, and I donât think that will ever change. And I know itâs my fault that weâre in this position in the first place, but I hope I didnât ruin things so terribly that I canât fix it. Because I really want to fix thisââ
You cut off his rambling with a kiss; your hand found his cheek, and you slotted your lips against his. Steve reciprocated immediately, not wasting a second to kiss you back, even though he was slightly surprised by the action.Â
It was the exact thing your heart needed in this moment, and it is what it had been aching and yearning for these past two weeks.Â
Leaving things as they were made sense because it was technically easier, but it was far from what you actually wanted, and hearing Steveâs rambling apologies and how much he wanted to fix things only made you want to show him that you agreed completely; you didnât want to give up on you two either.Â
Kissing Steve felt like second nature to you, as if absolutely no time had passed since the last time his lips were on yours. In a way, it felt like coming back home.
When you pulled away, you met Steveâs eyes and gave him a soft smile. âOkay.â
âOkay?â He asked, eyes searching yours with a hopeful look on his face, as if that kiss hadnât just said it all.Â
You nodded at his words, and he didnât hesitate to pull you in for a hug. His arms tightened around you, and you inwardly sighed in contentment at the feeling. You felt at ease in Steveâs arms, and all you wanted to do was grab his hand and lead him inside your house. Instead, though, you decided to savor this moment because there was no need to rush things; you two had all of the time in the world.
âI hope you know that Robinâs gonna say that this is all her doing,â You said, words slightly muffled because your face was buried in Steveâs neck, but he heard you clearly.Â
From the moment Robin left you alone in the car with Steve, you knew exactly what she was trying to do, and you were now grateful for her abrupt plan; even though it had been very risky and couldâve potentially made things worse.Â
Steve laughed a little at your words, and you couldnât help but smile at the sound. âOh yeah, and sheâs never gonna let us forget this. This will definitely become her new favorite story to tell everyone.âÂ
You laughed too and pulled back so you could look up at him. âDefinitely.â
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The sun had long ago set behind the buildings, marking the end of a very long day.Â
Long but bearable because Steve had been with you, helping you study for a test you had tomorrow. You two were currently sitting side by side on your fire escape, not an inch of space between you two, because the metal step was small.Â
âI feel even more grateful that you wanted to help me today, now knowing that you hated school,â You said, taking a quick glance at Steve.Â
He had just gone on a tangent about high school and how the academic side of things had always felt impossible for him.Â
âI donât know if hate is the right word? I just knew it was never for me,â Steve responded, and you nodded at that.
âThat was kinda the same case for me too. I really didnât like school, but my parents were super intense and wouldnât let me not be good at it, so yeah,â You shrugged halfheartedly. âAnd I actually almost didnât go to college, but I got a full ride to the school here, so I couldnât turn that down. And my parents definitely wouldnât let me do that, either.â
âAnd now youâre in grad school,â He said. âIs that because of them too?â
âNo, no, not at all,â You shook your head. âFreshman year, fall semester, I had this psych class, and I immediately fell in love with it. The professor was amazing, and everything I learned and had to read about was just so interesting to me. And the rest is history, pretty much.â
âThatâs really cool that you just immediately knew,â Steve said, leaning back a little. âI think Iâm still trying to figure out what I really wanna do.â
You playfully bumped your knee with his. âThe corporate insurance life still isnât for you?â
He let out a soft laugh. âNot at all.â
You almost made another joke about his boring insurance job because he never minded you teasing him about it, but then you thought of something.Â
âI now wanna make it my mission to help you find what you actually wanna do,â You told him. âI think I owe you one since youâve been helping me study all day.â
Steve gave you an amused look. âI donât know if me helping you study today is equal to you helping me figure out my life. Youâre getting the terrible end of the deal.â
You shook your head. âNo, I actually think Iâm getting the more fun end of the deal.â
Steve looked at you then, like really looked at you. Maybe he was trying to see how serious you were being because a lot of your conversations easily and effortlessly fell into playful, teasing banter. However, you werenât joking about this, and even though you two hadnât been friends for long, Steve could tell that you were actually being serious.Â
And even with how new this friendship was, you could tell that the entire gesture meant a lot to him.Â
He stood up. âNow I feel more obligated to make sure you ace your test tomorrow, so letâs get back to studying.â
You were smiling as you took his hand that he outstretched for you to grab, and he pulled you up, and then the two of you were going through the window back into your apartment.Â
Once you and Steve were in your bedroom, you two went back to the same spots that youâd been in practically all day; Steve a few feet away at the foot of your bed, and you in your desk chair. You werenât sure if it was because you were superstitious or if it truly was a better spot to be more productive, but being at your desk felt like the most important part of your study routine.Â
You handed Steve a small stack of blue flashcards. He took a look at the first one on top and then back at you. âOkay, back to chapter twelve.â
You werenât sure how much time had passed, but eventually you became too tired to stay in your desk chair, so you joined Steve in your bed. That was probably when you two shouldâve ended studying for the night, but you insisted that you could get through one final review of everything before passing out from exhaustion, and Steve said okay to your words, even though he was yawning and probably seconds away from falling asleep too.Â
You had no idea if you two actually managed to finish one last review of everything youâd been studying all day because the last thing you remembered was lying down, head at the foot of the bed instead of at your pillows, and reciting the five main points of a child development theory.Â
Maybe it was Steve who fell asleep first, or maybe it was you, but either way, you and he spent the next couple of hours accidentally napping in your bed. The position started innocently; you were asleep on one side of your bed, and he was on the other, and you two were lying opposite ways. But, as time passed, your bodies became a tangle of limbs that was much more comfortable than it probably looked.
It shouldnât have been so easy to fall asleep with Steve right next to youâ you were usually very particular about your bed and always found it kind of hard falling asleep around people. However, somehow Steve was different, and you probably wouldâve stayed asleep with him until the morning if he hadnât woken up in the middle of the night.
He softly tapped your side to wake you up too. âHey, we fell asleep.âÂ
You mumbled something incoherently in response to Steveâs words as you tiredly opened your eyes and realized that youâd been using his leg like a pillow for however long you two had been asleep. You knew that it couldnât have been too long because it was still dark outside.Â
âSorry,â You said as you pulled away from him so that he could get up. Your brain was way too tired to ponder if what you had just been doing was completely weird or not.  Â
âItâs okay,â Steve responded, and you noticed that his voice was groggy with sleep too. You shifted slightly in bed and watched as he started heading to your bedroom door. âIâll see you later. Good luck on your test.â
If you were a good host, you wouldâve walked him to your front door, but your eyes were already falling shut again, so you instead gave him a sleepy thumbs up. âThanks.âÂ
The sun had long ago set behind the buildings, marking the end of a very long day.Â
Long but bearable because Steve had been with you, helping you study for a test you had tomorrow. You two were currently sitting side by side on your fire escape, not an inch of space between you two, because the metal step was small.Â
âI feel even more grateful that you wanted to help me today, now knowing that you hated school,â You said, taking a quick glance at Steve.Â
He had just gone on a tangent about high school and how the academic side of things had always felt impossible for him.Â
âI donât know if hate is the right word? I just knew it was never for me,â Steve responded, and you nodded at that.
âThat was kinda the same case for me too. I really didnât like school, but my parents were super intense and wouldnât let me not be good at it, so yeah,â You shrugged halfheartedly. âAnd I actually almost didnât go to college, but I got a full ride to the school here, so I couldnât turn that down. And my parents definitely wouldnât let me do that, either.â
âAnd now youâre in grad school,â He said. âIs that because of them too?â
âNo, no, not at all,â You shook your head. âFreshman year, fall semester, I had this psych class, and I immediately fell in love with it. The professor was amazing, and everything I learned and had to read about was just so interesting to me. And the rest is history, pretty much.â
âThatâs really cool that you just immediately knew,â Steve said, leaning back a little. âI think Iâm still trying to figure out what I really wanna do.â
You playfully bumped your knee with his. âThe corporate insurance life still isnât for you?â
He let out a soft laugh. âNot at all.â
You almost made another joke about his boring insurance job because he never minded you teasing him about it, but then you thought of something.Â
âI now wanna make it my mission to help you find what you actually wanna do,â You told him. âI think I owe you one since youâve been helping me study all day.â
Steve gave you an amused look. âI donât know if me helping you study today is equal to you helping me figure out my life. Youâre getting the terrible end of the deal.â
You shook your head. âNo, I actually think Iâm getting the more fun end of the deal.â
Steve looked at you then, like really looked at you. Maybe he was trying to see how serious you were being because a lot of your conversations easily and effortlessly fell into playful, teasing banter. However, you werenât joking about this, and even though you two hadnât been friends for long, Steve could tell that you were actually being serious.Â
And even with how new this friendship was, you could tell that the entire gesture meant a lot to him.Â
He stood up. âNow I feel more obligated to make sure you ace your test tomorrow, so letâs get back to studying.â
You were smiling as you took his hand that he outstretched for you to grab, and he pulled you up, and then the two of you were going through the window back into your apartment.Â
Once you and Steve were in your bedroom, you two went back to the same spots that youâd been in practically all day; Steve a few feet away at the foot of your bed, and you in your desk chair. You werenât sure if it was because you were superstitious or if it truly was a better spot to be more productive, but being at your desk felt like the most important part of your study routine.Â
You handed Steve a small stack of blue flashcards. He took a look at the first one on top and then back at you. âOkay, back to chapter twelve.â
You werenât sure how much time had passed, but eventually you became too tired to stay in your desk chair, so you joined Steve in your bed. That was probably when you two shouldâve ended studying for the night, but you insisted that you could get through one final review of everything before passing out from exhaustion, and Steve said okay to your words, even though he was yawning and probably seconds away from falling asleep too.Â
You had no idea if you two actually managed to finish one last review of everything youâd been studying all day because the last thing you remembered was lying down, head at the foot of the bed instead of at your pillows, and reciting the five main points of a child development theory.Â
Maybe it was Steve who fell asleep first, or maybe it was you, but either way, you and he spent the next couple of hours accidentally napping in your bed. The position started innocently; you were asleep on one side of your bed, and he was on the other, and you two were lying opposite ways. But, as time passed, your bodies became a tangle of limbs that was much more comfortable than it probably looked.
It shouldnât have been so easy to fall asleep with Steve right next to youâ you were usually very particular about your bed and always found it kind of hard falling asleep around people. However, somehow Steve was different, and you probably wouldâve stayed asleep with him until the morning if he hadnât woken up in the middle of the night.
He softly tapped your side to wake you up too. âHey, we fell asleep.âÂ
You mumbled something incoherently in response to Steveâs words as you tiredly opened your eyes and realized that youâd been using his leg like a pillow for however long you two had been asleep. You knew that it couldnât have been too long because it was still dark outside.Â
âSorry,â You said as you pulled away from him so that he could get up. Your brain was way too tired to ponder if what you had just been doing was completely weird or not.  Â
âItâs okay,â Steve responded, and you noticed that his voice was groggy with sleep too. You shifted slightly in bed and watched as he started heading to your bedroom door. âIâll see you later. Good luck on your test.â
If you were a good host, you wouldâve walked him to your front door, but your eyes were already falling shut again, so you instead gave him a sleepy thumbs up. âThanks.âÂ