𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 & 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄.
his expression dances with amusement — boyish, unkempt, salt-lines curling through the grooves of his grin. it is a wild expression / sea wept. eyes imbued with oceans. it swells with the passing moments, reeking of challenge. * THERE ARE ONLY SO MANY REASONS WHY BOYS THROW ROCKS AT WINDOWS. ( when was the last time you thought to set the world on fire ? ) watching you, he can’t help the laugh that slides between red lips, hair askew in the breeze. ❝ RIGHT, WELL, YOU’D KNOW ALL ABOUT MELODRAMA, ❞ it’s a tease. he leans up against the house, palms splayed over the boards, nails idly tapping against their ridges. ❝ JESUS, AS FUN AS IT WOULD BE TO CRANE MY NECK LIKE THIS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF THE CONVERSATION I'M PRETTY SURE IT WOULD BE EVEN BETTER IF YOU CAME DOWN, SO... C'MON, LET'S GO TO THE DOCKS OR SOME SHIT. I'M BORED OUT OF MY SKULL RIGHT NOW. ❞
❝ you’d know all about melodrama . ❞ amara repeats mockingly , her tone dancing upwards and downwards as she emphasizes his words . she had plans with herself tonight to finish up what she had left of good girls and attempt to get a good nights sleep , though , she could tell by his persistent tapping against the boards that that wasn’t going to happen . eyes roll across her eyelids as he continues to shout , probably waking up the entire neighborhood in the process . ❝ you’re an idiot , steve harrington . ❞ the brunette calls down before fully giving in , pushing herself away from the window and grabbing her jacket on her way downstairs . it isn’t long before she’s making her way out of the front door , ❝ you know , if my mom calls because the cops are on our lawn due to a noise complaint i am not hesitating to throw you under the bus . ❞















