β This sounds like something you might regret telling me tomorrow. β
βno, no, robbie, listen!β steve slurred a little, but the words were steady enough to mean something. βif i was gonna regret this, i wouldnβtβve called you. iβd be locked in a closet. or, likeβ¦ five closets stacked together. nesting doll closets.β he let out a drowsy laugh ending in a breath that trembled a little on the way out.
βiβm high, yeah, but iβm not that high. i know what iβm saying. iβve been thinking about it for a while, and it just... it finally came out βcause everythingβs, likeβ¦ so clear right now.β
a soft shuffle saw him slide down the wall and lay back in bed. βrobinβ¦ i think i like boys.β he paused, then corrected himself, voice dipping even softer, almost shy. βwell... I like a boy. specifically. just one.β
he laughed at himself, realizing he sounded like a kid with a crush, but kept going. βi still like girls. butβ¦ yeah. boys too. or, you know...boy. singular. whatever. iβm telling you because youβreβ¦ safe. you already did this. the whole freak out, the doubts, the βoh god what does this meanβ thing. you got through it. so i know youβll understand.β he huffed to himself and ran a hand down his face. βeven if i'm not freaking out as much as you might expect.β
he let another lazy exhale, warm and raw and honest. βyouβre the only person iβd call about this at 2am while iβm lying here staring at my ceiling fan like itβs judging me. iβm not gonna regret this tomorrow, robbie. no way. not even a little.β he let out another slow breath, the kind that shakes on the way out even when heβs trying to sound cool.
βyouβre my best friend, robin. you get the truth. always.β
there was a pause like the weight of that statement was somehow embarrassing. but emotional confessions hadn't always gone smoothly for steve. still, he continued anyway. robin might give him a hard time about things but he trusted her with this.
βand maybeβ¦ maybe this is why i havenβt been able to find a girl i actually like lately,β he admitted, knocking his head lightly against the wall. βbecause iβve been stuck on him instead. hung up without even knowing i was hung up.β
he laughed again, soft, maybe a little tired. βfigures, right? steve harrington finally figures out his love life is a mess βcause he canβt get one guy out of his head.β
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