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âOkay guys from the top!!! We could do this one last time.â Steve exclaimed wayyy too excited about performing for the 50th time about Reggie Veggies erectile dysfunction.
âI believe itâs about time to conclude this and give it up, Steve. Look at Reg- er R.Vâs fingers are reddening at an alarming rate.â Gannen held his bass guitar in resting position. He wasnât one to be concerned about R.V of all people but he himself was tired of repeating the pile of nonsense Reggie composed.
R.V shot Gannen a look when he almost called him his real name. He barked out a laugh, slinging his arm around Steve, âMan! I could keep playing till my fingers are bleeding!! Youâre just weak and babied too often, Gannen.â R.V chuckled proudly flexing his fingers in front of Gannenâs face with a slightly pained expression, âBesides there are more lyrics where that came from!!â R.V spoke in a sing-songy voice that Gannen couldnât STAND.
âR.V you and I both know we are exhausted, say donât you have a shift tomorrow? It would suck if you began to sell ânatural plantsâ for a living. â He shot right back, his face right in front of him. The tension was growing, R.V and Gannen didnât have a history of getting along so before it could become a full blown shouting battle Steve broke it by placing a hand both on their shoulders.
âBoysâŠBoys.. BOYS. We canât be fighting- we got work to do.â Steve slid his hand through his sweaty hair, âI saved enough money from my stupid minimum wage job to BLOW it on this shitty recording studio. You canât be paying me back by quitting now. Especially when I did this for US.â Steve dramatically waved his hands around, referring to the room with an irritated expression across his face.
R.V and Gannen just exchanged looks of uncertainty as they watched Steve twirl around the room to show them what he got them like a father with ungrateful children.
âCmon there're too many factors that make this band a dumpster fire, for starters we don't have a drummer or a manager to get us gigs.â R.V surprisingly being logical for once. Gannen couldnât help but stare at him with his jaw slacked open. Seriously he thought R.V couldnât form a single coherent thought but he found himself agreeing? At his statement of all people. It was official he reached rock. Bottom.
âI second that. Leonard we shall begin our search before getting ambitious for such things.â Gannen shrugged his guitar strap off, putting it neatly into the case on the floor. R.V gave Steve a big idiotic smile and a pat on the back before doing the same leaving Steve with a crushed expression. This was the first time his bandmates- no wait- FRIENDS did something without his leadership or words of advice.
It wasnât the best feeling, so Steve doing the best thing he thought to do was to attempt to regain his top spot instead of listening to other peopleâs ideas. OBVI.!! âGuyyysss Guyyysss we shouldnât let such worries weig-â by the time he turned around they disappeared with a click from the door.
Steve stood there with a smile plastered across his face before screaming at the top of his lungs in frustration and crouched down. He buried his face into his hands, rubbing his head in frustration. The room was sound proof, luckily, so he was sure no one heard him. Probably.
Why couldnât they see that this could be their big break!? Finally to quit those minimum wage retail jobs, not even lifting a single finger to work. Steve imagined himself in front of the screaming crowds of women throwing their bras at him. If he couldnât form meaningful relationships with people around him. He would instead try to throw himself into strangers' validation as if that will fill the empty hole.
He stopped sulking and got back up, brushing off the dust that got all over his clothes. There was nothing left to do but review the recordings.
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Chapter two: idk what to title it
Steve arrived back at his apartment. Though a little confined, it was what Steve called home. Usually R.V crashed at his place but after rehearsal? Steve would love to punch his stupid smirk off his face.
He kicked off his shoes at the entrance, âYo, Reggie Veggie, you there?â Steve called out to the darkness of his home to confirm if anyone was actually there. R.V wouldâve run out of his room at the slight hint of his real name being mentioned and pummel the hell out of them. But there was no movement whatsoever. Not even a slight shift in the shadows.
Psh whatever I donât need them.
Steve fell down onto the couch, clearly sulking. He had a knot forming in his stomach. He knew he was getting nowhere cursing them out. Though he needed a moment to be alone, he wanted to see a familiar face. My god this guy was just a mess of emotions like an angsty teen.
Fuck I need a smoke.
He quickly dug into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. His breath hitched slightly when he didnât feel them on him for a second. Steve got up in an erratic manner. He slammed open his bedroom door, much harsher than he intended, and began opening every drawer with his hands trembling. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the pack and snatched it. He held it to his chest and let out a sigh of relief.
He was about to close the drawer and be on his merry way until he saw a photograph of his mother with her face crossed out in thick angry ink. And there he was, his younger self smiling ear to ear in his mothers embrace. He let out a frustrated scoff and slammed the drawer shut.
It had been two months since he told his mom to fuck off and ran away to pursue his pappy pipe dream. With a little bit of ass kissing he managed to get an apartment, but it was swallowing him whole. Hell, he could barely afford his own shoes, let alone food. Steve with a flick of his wrist, opened up his Saint Danny DeVito lighter he stole from the gas station.
With a few sparks, the flame came to life. He leaned downward for the cigarette tip to become engulfed by the flames. He was so distracted that his shoulder bumped into the doorframe making him stumble out onto the balcony. Steve let out a yelp of surprise, grabbing onto the railing, his cigarette falling out of his mouth and falling to its demise.
âFUUUUCCKKKKK.â Steve groaned into his hands. That was the last one in the pack. He couldnât catch a single break, âThis would be the perfect time to just end it all.â Steve shakily exhaled, his fingers gripping the railing tightly as he breathed it all in. (He has to compensate with real air instead of smoke. YUCK.)
The scenery was quite peaceful in contrast to the literal war zone going on in Steveâs mind. It was a full moon, shining brightly down upon his face illuminating his pale features. The breeze passed by gently, the leaves rattling against each other. There was one particularly bright star in the sky.
Seriously? Whatâs next? A frog begging me to kiss him? Do I look like a Disney princess?
Steve chuckled lightly to himself before looking around the premises and looking back up, âPlease Please please please please PUH-LEASE.â His hands moved to each other as he begged the burning ball of gas in outer space.
âWatcha wishing for bud?â A heavy hand placed on Steveâs shoulder. He quickly spun around, his eyes widening at the sight.
âAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK.â He reacted purely on instinct, hitting him straight on the jaw, landing a solid hit. The perpetrator staggered back trying to grab onto Steve (and failing) falling straight on his ass.
âow ow ow OW. OH MY GOD. I thought we were BEST FRIENDS.â R.V rubbed the spot where he got assaulted. Steve raised up his hands defensively, a smirk playing on his face.
âSorry man, I'm still not used to that ugly face of yours.â He held out a hand for R.V to take and he hoisted himself up. Though he was shorter and slimmer than the other guy, he was stronger than he looked. All that time beating up kids with sticks in elementary, sure taught him how to throw a mean right hook. Steve ran a hand through his hair, his back leaning against the railing before he crossed his arms.
âYou got any cigarettes? Iâve been itching for some ever since you guys ditched me,â Steve let out a scoff at the memory, âWhere did you guys even go afterwards? You werenât here when I got here..â The curiosity got the better of Steve. He was the leader of the group but he still didnât like asking questions to find out something, especially because he thinks that his bandmates should just tell him everything. He cocked an eyebrow at him waiting for his response while R.V sheepishly grinned, placing a hand at the back of his head.
âWellâŠwe just went on a little walkâŠA breath of fresh airâŠyeah.â R.V averted his gaze, looking EVERYWHERE but Steveâs eyes.
Bullshit.
Steve knew he was clearly lying but he decided to play into it a little. Just as a chance for him to spill his guts out to him before Steve beats it out of him, âOh really now? You went out on a walk because it was much more important than rehearsing? Hmmm Enlighten me.â Steveâs words were practically dripping with sarcasm as he tried to gauge a reaction out of him. And to his so-called âsurpriseâ R.V bent over backwards just as he predicted.
âYou got me, you got me, the truth is-... Gannen is planning to leave!! He thinks this is going nowhere!!â He spat out like a child tattle-telling on his sibling. Steve's eyes widened at this revelation. Seriously? Gannen was leaving? He saw signs when he started putting less effort but he didn't bother pointing it out!!! His mouth transformed into a snarl, his hands balling into fists.
âWhat? WHAT? He can't just leave!! Cmon R.V, weâre driving to his place.â Steve pushed himself off the railing, shoving R.V out of the way. R.V was still standing outside the balcony with a disoriented look flashing across his face as he stumbled back. Steve quickly grabbed his car keys in an exasperated manner. The sharp side of the key poked the palm of his hand receiving a short âOwâ from Steve. That short brief moment caused him to shift his focus and catch a glimpse of R.V before he could go do something stupid.
âYou know Iâve been thinking-â
âPsh that's never a good sign.â Steve scoffed. R.V this time looked genuinely offended, even Steve knew where he stood, âSorryâŠgo on.â He mumbled, his eyes set on him, giving him the stage.
âWell shouldn't we just let Gannen pursue what he wants? You know, this was your dream.â Ouch that hurt. Steve was selfish at times but to hear that his friends didnât even want to do this anymore was just a low blow to his ego.
âYeahâŠbut you want to do this stillâŠright?â Steve inhaled sharply. He drummed his fingers against the countertop. Yeah this whole thing was a joke, his mom was right. He steeled himself for the expected rejection from R.V and for his dreams to come crumbling down in front of him.
âWell DUH!! You know me dude! Iâll always be here like a growth to your left buttcheek,â R.V exclaimed proudly entering the house and closing the balcony door next to him. Steve shuddered at the gross implications but still he couldnât help but chuckle.
âThat's nice to know youâre still loyal to the bone, but I still want answers. Let's go.â He demanded, âAnd you will back me up.â Steve gestured to R.V to follow. This time he actually listened and followed Steve out. R.V was kind of glad he calmed Steve down before Gannen got his face beaten into a purple mash just from one wrong answer Steve didn't want to hear.
The drive was fairly short. Gannen wasnât one to have a house far away from people he knew, so when they all were on the hunt to buy a house he kept that idea in mind. Steve closed his car door, harder than he expected. He winced at the sound. The car was tremendously old and it squeaked whenever it went over a speed bump. The AC is busted but Steve STILL refuses to buy a new one. Not like he can anyways.
He was about to knock but he hesitated. R.V raised an eyebrow at his delay. The great Steve Leonard would have NEVER dilly-dallied. Almost as if it was planned, Gannen opened the door with an unamused look on his face.
âWhy are the two of you hooligans outside my doorstep?â Gannen inquired. Steve recollected himself from this unexpectedâŠUnexpected? Nothing is ever unexpected from Steve of all people. He stood up straighter with a more confident stance..
âWell a little birdie told me that one of my baby birds is gonna flee the nest!â Steve clutched his non-existent pearls, putting on a mock dramatic accent, âI can't believe you were planning to leave your mama bird.â Steve covered his face with his hands before resting on R.Vâs shoulder. R.V patted Steveâs back,
âThere thereâŠâ R.V soothed him, âAnd you! Donât you have any shame!â He retorted. Gannen just stared blankly at the act they were putting on. He shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows.
âCome in, I donât want my neighbors to think I have homosexual parents who appreciate theatrics too much for their own good.â He stepped to let them in with a sigh. As always his place was clean. Not a single speck of dust on his furniture. It was like walking into a museum exhibit of a perfectly persevered dead president's house. It was way different than to what Steve was used to, as beer bottles filled every corner of his apartment that they practically became furniture.
âCan I help you guys with some tea?â Gannen asked politely with that peculiar tone that always held some air of maturity. Steve scoffed at the question. He plopped down on the couch and placed his feet on top of the table slumping down in the process. Steve was quick to make himself feel right at home.
âYou donât need to be so stiff, I've known you since youâve been getting wedgies from middle schoolers.â Steve waved R.V over who was still standing awkwardly. R.V was the biggest of the group but he always answered to Steve and mayybbeee Gannen second if he is in a good mood. Gannen just glared at Steve, looking him up and down. His gaze lingered at Steve's dirty boots all over his coffee table. He quickly shoved Steve's boots off the table, a bit harsh which made Steve's eyes widened, âDude what the fu-â
âI've had it up to here with you, Leonard. Then you wonder why the actual HELL Iâm leaving the band when you act like the whole entire world revolves around YOU!!!â Gannen paced back and forth, rambling on and on and on about Steveâs unhinged behavior.
âOh, IâM immature now? We wouldnât even be in this fucking situation if you came to me first instead of blabbering to this DUMBASS-!!â Steve used his thumb to point at R.V, whose eyes were going back and forth as the two fought. Steve was no longer sitting but instead was getting up in Gannens face to prove a point.
âWoah woah man, donât drag me into this, I just got caught in the crossfire.â He put his hands up in surrender. Gannen shot him a look.
âYou told him? Of course you would, why did I ever trust you to hold your tongue?â Gannen let out a bitter chuckle under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Steve couldnât bite back the smirk that was tugging on his lips.
âYeah speak a little louder, why dontcha? We would all love to hear the wisdom of the âGreat Gannen.â He announced. Steve put an arm around R.V as he looked at a clearly irritated Gannen up and down, âGo on, we're waiting.â Steve spoke in that annoyingly sing-songy voice. Steve was mocking Gannen, waving a worm in front of him while he waited for him to take the bait. R.V raised an eyebrow at Steve's behavior. It's not anything surprising, but the original main objective was to convince Gannen not to leave.
Well that's off the rails now.
Gannen let out a shaky exhale, trying to regain his composure that he briefly lost, âLook, Leonard, we know we donât mean what we are saying-â
âOh but I do mean it.âSteve retracted his arm from R.Vâs neck who was just standing there like a lost child, âEvery. Last. Bit. Gannen.â He inched forward till he was at face value with Gannen, his steps exuding confidence as if he won the argument.
âFuck you Leonard. Get the fuck out my house. Now.â Gannen looked Steve right in the eyes with a clenched jaw.
That statement alone widened Steve's grin like a kid receiving christmas presents. He successfully bit down on the bait.
âWait dude- let's not act too rash. It aint your style-â R.V was cut short by a bass guitar being roughly shoved into his chest. R.V scrambled to catch the instrument in time.
âThat includes you too R.V,â Gannen spoke with a strained voice, he spat out every word with disgust through gritted teeth.
âYeowch Man, and you were telling us to calm down.â R.V muttered under his breath, his hands finding a placement on his bass guitar.
CRACK
Steve was met with a clean uppercut before he could let out a chuckle. To add more salt in the wound, it was followed by a door slammed shut in his battered (Still perfect đ€€) face.
âWell, good fucking night to you too!!â R.V shouted out, throwing his hands up into the air before they fell back down in an exaggerated manner. His loud, unpleasant voice was enough to arouse some attention from neighbors looking out their blinds. Steve was rubbing the spot where Gannen managed to get a solid hit.
Steve spat blood with a mixture of spit onto Gannenâs door with a disgusted breath.
âTch.â He wiped his mouth of any remaining saliva left and turned away with a staggered walk, leaving R.V in his tracks. R.V eyes moved frantically back and forth at Gannen's apartment and Steve before letting out a sigh and following after Steve.
âYo, wait up!!â R.V walked up to Steve from behind, placing a hand on his shoulder, âThe original plan kind of went off the rails, eh?â He tried making light of the situation. There was a slight chance that Steve mightttt take out his anger on R.V. He half expected that Steve would shrug off his hand and then he would have to experience a long silent ride home. Like a child getting in trouble with their parents and feeling the disappointment dripping from them.
âHeâll be back.â
âWait huh? He mustâve hit you pretty hard-â
âI said heâll be back R.V.â Steve glared at him from the side, âI could tell by the way he held back his punch.â He shoved his hands into his pockets. R.V thought this guy must be NUTS until he saw Steveâs signature smug unwipable face. R.V knew that look. Itâs either Steve has a crazy delibrite plan or he knows something is gonna go his way.
âOh veyâŠif thatâs holding back, what is full force then?â R.V mumbled under his breath, half wanting Steve to hear. Gannenâs bass guitar was still in his hands. It was well kept, like a collectors item. Gannen didnât have much of a personality, so there werenât even stickers, anything like that, âSteve hold on man, the guy literally threw his fist at you, kicked us OUT, and worst of all threw his guitar at ME.â R.V waved the guitar in front of Steveâs face as if Steve was more idiotic than R.V.
Steve wasnât getting the full grasp of how bad this was. At this point the band is just going to crumple up in flames. R.V felt himself getting more and more confused trying to think of all the possibilities. He glanced to see the side of Steveâs face who was still wearing that smug face. Too smug in fact.
âOh you little fucker. You know something I donât, huh?!?!â R.V facepalmed as he loudly announced it.
âHuh? Little ol me..? I donât know Jack shit.â Steve shrugged as he got back into his rusty old car. R.V followed behind, chucking Gannenâs bass guitar into the back, which landed with a nasty thud. All he could hope for is that Steveâs intuition is right on the money.
âWell Iâm gonna get absolutely hammered, Iâll drop you off.â Steve casually said as if he didnât just get the bejesus slammed out of him.
âYeah yeah just donât come home too late or with a girl.â R.V groaned at the memories of him staying up at night because Steve was being a bit too loud. He could still hear the bed creaking in his nightmares.
Steve just gave a half assed hum of agreement and backed out Gannens parking lot at an alarming speed causing a screech that echoed throughout the quaint area. Steve with quick work turned the steering wheel, going at a 60 in a 10. R.V fell forward when Steve suddenly braked.
âOh yeah buckle up.â
âShut up before I shove Gannenâs guitar so far up that your vocal cords would be guitar strings.â R.V shot back.
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C-c-c-chapterâŠFOUR..???
Steve slammed his car door shut so hard that the side-view mirror fell off. This day was going to the dumps. First his stupid stuck up bass player was taking the walk and now his car of six years was also gonna leave him soon.
He walked towards the bar and opened the door with a ding. He was a regular around this place so of course the local alcoholics were on a first name basis with him. Steve just flashed a quick charming smirk and sat right down in front of the counter. He let out a relieved sigh, looking upwards before signaling the bartender.
âYo- Mark can I get the usual-â Steveâs eyes widened. This wasnât the guy who worked here from six to nine and praised Steve consistently. Steve immediately sat up and sized the new guy up. His gaze after a long journey up and down the guys body fell upon the name tag, âDarren.â
Darren? Wait a minute isnât that????
âWhat the fuckâŠ?! Darren fucking Shan what are YOU doing here.â Steveâs jaw slacked open as he let his hands slam the counter.
âUhmâŠSir..? I donât know who you-..â Darren was cut off immediately by Steve getting into his space to scrutinize every lasting detail to his eyes to his freckles. Steve backed off and eyed him up once again.
âSeriously? You donât recognize this handsomely charming face after all these years? Itâs Steve âLeopard.â Darren blinked dumbly, âTHE GUY WHO BEAT KIDS UP WITH STICKS.â Steve threw his arms around in an exasperated manner.
âOh. OHHHHH. Holy COW. Steve, is that really you?â Darren spoke fast as he face-palmed himself for being so stupid for not recognizing him fast enough, âHow have you been? Is your mom well?â Before Steve could answer all the questions spewing out of Darrenâs mouth, he really went for the question he wanted to ask the most.
âWhat have you been doing for 15 goddamn years without talking to meâŠ?â Darren crossed his arms. There was some hurt apparent in his voice which even got Steve off guard. Of course that was what he would be wondering all these years. He was only human after all. Whose best friend just randomly ghosts them for 15 years no less. Steve felt his chest slightly drop, as if he actually felt bad. Steve sunk into his chair as he tried to come up with an excuse.
âItâsâŠitâs complicated. Okay?â Was the best Steve could mutter up. Darren stared at him with an unreadable expression. The silence was broken by another bell signaling Darrenâs attention.
âWell, Steve, this was certainly a niceâŠchatâŠbut I got people to serve.â
âWaitâŠWAIT. Iâll explain it all, please?â Steve hand shot up to grip his elbow back. Darren scratched the back of his neck before letting out an exhale.
âOkay âLeopardâ but you have to make it worth my while. Iâm free after my shift.â Darren spoke carefully but with a stern tone as well. Steve let go of his arm with a nod.
âRight right, well Iâll be waiting...â Steve sat back down and stretched in his chair, âJust make sure not to miss this good-looking face too much.â Steve shot him a smirk. Darren in retaliation eye-rolled at his display of pride as he went to go serve the other customers. His hips swayed, just enough to catch Steveâs eyes. His gaze lingered on his ass for a second too long. Darren was wearing his uniform which consisted of black pants that hugged his ass a little too well.
Steve was just appreciating the view. Thatâs all. Right? Haha right guys..? (He is totally not gay.)
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Steve got his drink from another waiter in the bar. He sipped from the glass cup, the ice cubes clinking onto each other. This was a time to unwind from all the stress he has been feeling and potentially hook up with someone real quick. But his head wasnât into it. He wasnât even checking out anybody but Darren as he bussed tables and served other guys.
Fuck get it together Steve.
He repeated over and over in his head like some witch chant that will magically cure him. He needed to come up with a reason and fast.
But the thing is. Nothing has ever been the same after that spider bit Steve, especially when Darren was acting shady as hell on the whole thing. He knew Darren was hiding something but the thing is he didnât know what exactly it was. Steve took a big gulp of his drink before slamming it down onto the table. A bit harsher than he intended.
He leaned down to lean on his hand, looking downwards onto the table.
Until he felt a hand creeping onto his shoulder. He wouldâve immediately reacted but with the alcohol in his system, it didnât help his reflexes. Steve wasnât in any real danger though. It was just Darren patting him to signal that his shift was over.
âDonât tell me youâre wasted already. I thought you could hold out much longer.â Darren let out an unimpressed scoff. Steve lifted his head to find the bar completely empty with only a few other employees cleaning the place.
âI couldâŠhicâŠfor wayyy much longer than you canâŠshanster.â Steve blinked woozily with a lopsided smile. Darrenâs hand was still on Steveâs shoulder, which raised Steveâs eyebrow. He wasnât one for touching, especially from people he hasnât seen in like years. Darren noticed and awkwardly coughed. He muttered a quick apology, removing his hand with it.
âAfter all these years, youâre still the sameâŠâ Steve laughed softly as he slightly shook his drink in his hands. Darren was always a polite guy, never went over his boundaries, and never had a bad streak in his life. The complete opposite of Steve.
âWish I could say the same about you.â Darren immediately replied, leaning against the counter, âYour face got slightly uglier.â That comment earned a slight snort from Steve.
âSo you admit. Youâve been staring at me this whole time?â Steve snickered at the thought. Darren quickly shook his head, acting like he was afraid that his own comment was taken the wrong way. His bandmates wouldâve gotten a shove or another snarky comment, but he couldnât help but loosen up around this guy.
âAnyways, enough with the crap Steve.â Darren looked at him with a determined expression. Steve took another long sip of his drink. You could tell he was purposefully not answering right away for dramatic âbuildup.â He put it down with a relaxed sigh before resting his head onto his hand.
âItâs simple Darren. I was young and come on, you were acting suspicious and shady. I couldn't help but try to put the pieces together.â Steve spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He waited for a response from Darren but it was clear, Darren wanted to let him explain.
Steve wasnât really used to getting his words in without it turning into a screaming match, so he sat upright with a slightly confused smile on his face.
âWell I just got the idea you didnât even want to be around me. Like fuck even my own mom canât even look at me.â Steve exhaled a slow breath. Can this guy just respond already? A snarky comment. Any comment would be appreciated, âSo the only reasonable answer was that you made that spider bite me. It was a huge set up and you just couldnât wait to kill me.â
Darren slammed his hand on the counter, shocking even Steve. The employees around them cleaning lifted their heads before Darren shot them a glare that their wandering eyes went back to work, âSo after all weâve been through you thought I was trying to KILL you?â Darren spat out. It was the most outlandish thing ever. But it was 15 years ago when Steve and Darren were just 12 year old boys without a care in the world.
âPsh- yeah well-âŠâ Steve sputtered out, âItâs in the past right? I moved away because my Mom finally picked up a job and I just lost contact.â Steve looked to the side and then back at Darrenâs face for just a split second of a waver in his expression. Darrenâs expression softened.
He was well aware of Steveâs home life, especially when he came over for a sleepover and had to deal with the misfortune of Steve being a stereotypical teen and telling his mom off.
âYeah, I canât really blame yaâŠI didnât even bother saying goodbye.â Darren swallowed, âI was too hurt to even go see you.â
âLetâs start over?â
Darrenâs head perked up. With those green eyes Steve remembered loving so much. The words fell out of Steveâs mouth and he waved it away with a laugh, âSorry Iâm just spouting random ass shit, ignore me-â
âSteve I would absolutely love to-! I mean yeah if itâs cool with you- whatever.â Darren tried to play it cool but there was no denying the hint of excitement in his voice. Darren started patting his uniform in search of something. Steveâs half-lidded eyes watched him scramble for something. Darren got his pad of paper and quickly scribbled something down.
âGot a little present for me?â Steve raised his eyebrow before Darren slid him the piece of paper with what looks like his number and an address below it. His writing was neat, that much was expected.
âSay whatâs your name again? I donât believe I caught it.â Darren spoke softly, âStranger.â
Ahhh I see what this guy is doing.
Steve shook his head with a soft chuckle, âMan youâre an idiot.â Steve stuck out his hand for Darren to shake, âSteve. Steve Leonard. I know itâs a pleasure to meet me.â
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