Build Me Up, Buttercup - Argyle
A/N: so, I started writing this before I got Argyle requests because I wasn’t sure I would get any (I did, a lot and really good) so, I needed to finish it and post it even if nobody really asked for it xD so, I still hope you like it!
Warnings: reader deals with PTSD and nightmares; mentions of Billy Hargrove hurting the reader; mentions of being high; and this isn’t proofread so I’m not even sure how this turned out xD I think that’s pretty much it but let me know if I missed anything, please! (also a side of Steddie because WHY NOT?! who is it hurting?) also this is SUPER LONG
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :)
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Build Me Up, Buttercup
I need you more than anyone, darling You know that I have from the start So build me up, Buttercup, don't break my heart
Four months. You had been living in California for four months. After what happened last summer in Hawkins, your mom decided it was best for you. You couldn’t really argue with her since Hawkins was actually haunted. The things you and your brothers had lived through were more than you ever thought you could handle. Let alone Eleven. And now, Hopper was gone. You could only imagine what she was going through. You couldn’t really say you understood since your father was an asshole on different levels and was still alive. And Hopper was the closest thing Eleven had to a father. On top of that, your mom had taken on a new job, Jonathan was freaking out on a daily basis about Nancy and college and you were 100% certain he was high about 90% of the time. And Will. Your little brother had gone through more than any of you. You had always tried to protect him from anything in the world and you had always blamed yourself for the night he went missing even if he kept telling you it wasn’t your fault.
“Hey” you jumped a little when you heard a voice, snapping you out of your thoughts and you saw Eleven opening the door. “Mom says breakfast is ready” she smiled at you and you smiled back.
You were really happy that Eleven felt comfortable enough with all of you. To be completely honest, you had always wanted a little sister since Jonathan and Will tended to gang up on you sometimes, so you were glad she was here.
“Thanks, El, I’ll be right out” you replied quietly.
“Are you okay?” she asked, walking inside your shared room and sitting on her bed.
“Yes, of course” you smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I heard you talking in your sleep again” she said quietly.
“Oh” you said, feeling nervous. “W-what did I say?”
“I couldn’t tell” she said. “You were mumbling a lot but… you seemed pretty scared” she said, worriedly.
“Oh, maybe I was just having a nightmare” you shrugged it off lightly.
“What was it about? It sounded really scary” she asked.
“Well, to be completely honest with you, I don’t remember” you told her. That was a lie. Of course, you remember. It’s always the same nightmare. “So it couldn’t have been that scary” you insisted, knowing she was worried about you. “I’m sorry if I woke you up” you told her.
“Okay” she replied, still a bit unconvinced.
She was the only one that knew you had been having nightmares for a long time since you were now sharing a bedroom. You had asked her to keep the secret and, even if she insisted that ‘Friends don’t lie’ you insisted that it wasn’t a lie. You just didn’t want to worry anyone when so many things were going on and she shouldn't worry either. You were somehow able to convince her, but you knew she was bound to tell someone if it kept going.
“Come on, let’s go get breakfast” you said, grabbing your grey oversized cardigan and putting it over your all-black outfit and the two of you went over to the dining room.
“Good morning, sweetheart” Joyce greeted you.
"Morning, mom" you smiled.
“You must be burning up in that sweater, it’s like 100° outside” Will laughed a little.
“I’m fine” you insisted, messing his hair and taking the seat next to him.
“Guys! Hurry up, our ride’s gonna be here in like fifteen minutes” Jonathan said, walking in and sitting next to you.
“Did your car break down again?” you asked him and he nodded as he chugged down a glass of juice.
“I got it covered though. Argyle’s coming to pick us up” he told you.
Argyle. Out of the four of you, Jonathan had been the only one to branch out and actually made a friend. You knew Will and El had trouble making friends. Will’s only friends were stuck in Hawkins and El knew nobody else but those kids, so you felt bad for them when you came to California. At least they had each other. But you. Everyone had noticed but had the decency to not point out that you hadn’t been making any friends. Back in Hawkins, you had your fair share of friends. You weren’t like one of the popular girls, but you had more than any of your brothers. But now, you had a very hard time trusting other people and you had no interest in knowing new people. You had your brothers, El, and your friends back at home. And Argyle. Even if he was Jonathan’s friend, there was something about him that made it incredibly hard for you to not think about him. Maybe it was the fact that he was the one that got your brother high all the time. Or maybe it was that he dressed with every color there ever existed and it used to remind you of you at some point. Maybe it was because he was literally always smiling. Whatever it was, you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a very particular honk coming from outside.
“That’s him” Jonathan announced. “Let’s roll!” he said walking out with Will and El quickly following him so you did the same.
“Have a great day at school!” your mother yelled from the entrance. “And please drive safely, Argyle!”
“No worries, Mrs. Byers!” he yelled, smiling as Jonathan hopped on the other side and Will and El got in on the back after they each high-fived him. “Well, good morning, lovely señorita” he said, looking at you.
“Good morning, Argyle” you said, feeling your cheeks burning a little.
“You know the rule” he smirked.
“Oh, come on!” you complained.
“Nope. No smile, no ride” he insisted.
“Fine” you said, rolling your eyes before you flashed him a forced smile. “Better?”
“You keep working on that, Byers” he said as you got on the back with Will and El. “Alright, hold on to your butts brochachos!”
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You were trying to concentrate during your second period but it was easier said than done when you had him sitting so close to you. Ever since you started in this school, you had become the target of the ‘popular’ guy in your class, Andrew. He definitely wasn’t the worst person you had met, but he reminded you a lot of Billy Hargrove. You don’t even know how to begin to explain Billy Hargrove.
Ever since he and his family moved to Hawkins, something was off about him. His quick rise to popularity didn’t really help his ego and he became drunk on power. But it wasn’t until you literally fought against him with Steve Harrington, trying to protect Max, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin when you were in your house that you became actually terrified of him. You never really told your brothers or your mom about it, and Steve was actually quite helpful in the matter. But then, summer came, and Billy became one of the Mind Flayer's Flayed. You never told anybody about it, but before he did, whatever it was he did to Heather Holloway, he had tried to take you. You had barely been able to escape, running out of the pool, and were grateful that Steve was picking you up, almost running you over with his car, but he got you out of there.
So, again, you didn’t say anything. Because nothing really happened. That’s what you kept telling yourself. It didn’t really feel right to mention it when everyone in your family was going through so much bigger things. Your mother had a new kid to take care of, a new job, and she lost Hopper. You were the only one that knew they were supposed to have a date and you had never seen her so happy, after Bob, who she saw being killed. Jonathan was always the responsible one who tried to keep it together for your family. It was like that since you were kids and he was the only one that stood up to your dad. And now, he was here without Nancy and had no idea what to do about his future. And then, you could not possibly even begin to think about what both Eleven and Will have gone through in their lives. And after all that, Eleven was now here, without Hopper and without Mike. And Will… you and Will had always talked about everything. You tried as best as you could to help him with the aftermath of the Upside Down, and you were trying to help him now with these newfound feelings he had. So no, there was no way that you were going to burden any of them with something that didn’t even happen to you. Because it was stupid. You were just homesick, missing Steve because he was the only one that knew.
“So, Byers!” you heard Andrew’s voice in front of you and he had sat back, smirking at you. “There’s a party this weekend at my place. My parents are out of town” he said.
“I’m busy” you smiled, trying to be polite.
“Oh, come on, don’t be such a stuck-up, bitch! We’re trying to get to know you better” he insisted. “You can even bring your scary brother and his weird friend who’s always high” he said.
“How charming of you” you said, rolling your eyes. “But I’ll pass, I have to work” you said, going back to your book.
“Come on, babe-” he said, reaching out for your hand but you quickly removed it.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” you snapped.
“Relax, why are you such a freak? I was just going to write down my address in case you wanted to come” he said, grabbing your wrist forcefully. You grabbed your pen and quickly jammed it into his hand. “FUCK! What the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch?!”
“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” you yelled before you started to run out of the class. You didn’t even acknowledge that your teacher was standing at the door.
“Miss Byers, where do you think you’re going?”
You ignored her as you ran all the way to the bathroom. You needed to calm down. You went inside and were glad that it was empty. You walked over to the sink and washed your face. You took a couple of deep breaths and stood up to look at yourself in the mirror. And then, you saw him behind you.
“Missed me, babe?”
He wasn’t there. He was dead. He couldn’t be there.
“Y-you’re not here” you muttered to yourself, still not being able to turn around.
“‘Course I’m here” you heard him say as you saw him walk closer to you. “See, no matter what you do, you can’t keep me away for long” Billy smirked, sticking his tongue out like he always did.
“Shut up!” you said, closing your eyes, wanting him to go away. “Y-you’re dead! I saw you die!” you said, turning around and you swore you could still see him.
“No, babe. You’re dead! And Harrington isn’t here to save you this time!”
You saw him about to grab you and you couldn’t take it anymore, you ran out of the bathroom, bumping into someone as soon as you did.
“Whoa, slow down, my dude” you heard Argyle’s voice. You kept looking behind you and then you looked up at him. Argyle felt his entire heart shattering. In the four months he had known you, he had never seen you like this. You looked absolutely terrified. He stood a few steps back, knowing you didn’t like being touched, but he didn’t want to leave you alone like this. “Hey, what’s going on? You okay-?”
“He’s gonna k-kill me” you muttered, as you kept looking at the bathroom door as if Billy was going to get out at any moment.
“What? What are you talking about?” Argyle asked, even more confused. “Is someone in there? Did he do anything to you?” he asked, getting upset, something you had to admit you had never seen before. He walked over to the door, but before he could open it, you grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
“No! You can’t go in there!” you said, panicking and pulling him towards you. Argyle frowned his eyebrows, looking at you and then at your linked hands. This was the first time in four months he'd had any kind of physical touch with you and he felt as if his hand was burning and he did not want to let go any time soon. “I have to get out of here!”
“Alright, let me go get Jonathan-”
“NO! Jonathan can’t see me like this. He can’t know! I have to uh- I have to get out of here” you said, dropping his hand and he felt a small pain in his heart when you did. “I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry. I have to get out of here-” you muttered, hugging yourself.
“Alright, okay, I can take you wherever you need to go, alright?” he said, walking closer to you but still keeping his distance. “Is that okay?” he asked and you nodded. You seemed really upset and he wanted to do anything he could to help you. “Alright, let’s go-” before he could go on, you held on to his hand again. You didn’t know why. This was the first time in four months you held someone or touched someone outside of your family. But you trusted Argyle, and when you held his hand it made you feel safe if only for a moment. “‘Kay, let’s go, dude” Argyle smiled, leading you outside.
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You were riding around the town in Argyle’s pizza van. It was one of the few times you got to sit in the front with him, since usually, Jonathan was in the front. You kept looking out the window and tried your best to stop your hands from shaking.
“You wanna change the music?” Argyle offered, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Um n-no, thanks” you smiled shyly. “I like your music” you told him. “Um, I’m s-sorry, Argyle” you said, quietly.
“What? Why are you sorry, dude?”
“For uh- earlier” you said, looking down at your hands on your legs. “I didn’t mean to worry you or… make you skip class and leave school-”
“Oh, nah, dude. It’s all good. I probably would have ended up skipping class anyways” he smiled at you.
“Thanks” you said with a small smile and then it was quiet again.
“You want me to take you home-?”
“N-no” you quickly said. “I mean, my mom is there and she’s gonna know I skipped school and ask what happened and I can’t really deal with that right now” you explained.
“Okay” he shrugged. “I just wanna know how I can help you” he told you.
“That’s… really sweet of you, Argyle” you smiled at him.
“See? There it is, man!” he smiled. “I knew you had one!”
“What?” you chuckled, confused.
“I knew you could smile” he laughed and you felt your cheeks burning a little. “Hey, I know where we can go” he said, taking a left turn on the next exit.
It was about ten more minutes until you arrived at your final destination. Argyle pulled over into the parking lot of what looked like a junkyard.
“Uh… did you bring me here to kill me?” you asked as he turned off his van and walked outside.
“What? No, dude” he laughed, walking over to your side and you saw he had two golf clubs in his hand. “This is the coolest place in all of Lenora Hills” he said as he helped you out of the car and then he grabbed a bin full of golf balls. “This is mostly where I hang out with your brother” he explained.
“When you’re getting high?” you chuckled.
“Guilty” he said, walking you over to the edge of the junkyard. “Look, dude, I don't know what happened to you in that bathroom, and you don’t have to tell me, but…” he said before placing one of the golf balls on the floor and he gripped the club between his hands before swinging the ball. “This might help” he said before you heard a loud crash of a window of an old car. “Give it a try, Buttercup!”
“Buttercup?” you asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Yeah, Jonathan says those are like your favorite things” he told you. “He says you put them in like everything you bake. Not that I would know since I’ve never had the pleasure of trying one of said desserts that your brothers and your sister always say are too good for this Earth” he told you.
“Buttercup is not a dessert” you said, confused.
“Yes, it is!” he argued.
“No, it’s a flower” you laughed.
“No, dude, I mean those chocolate buttercups” he said, mimicking it with his hands.
“Are you talking about Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups?” you asked, trying not to laugh.
“Yeah, man! That’s what I said!” he said excitedly. “They even made a song about it!”
“No, they didn’t” you laughed.
“Yes, I will play it for you. I have the cassette in my car!” he insisted.
“Well, um… don’t take it personally, I haven’t baked anything since we moved” you said, quietly as you placed your golf ball on the floor and took a swing, hitting an old car’s window. “Oh” you said, surprised. “That actually felt oddly satisfying” you admitted, smiling at Argyle.
“See? You’re a natural, Buttercup!” he said, feeling his heart flutter a little whenever you smiled.
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You were laughing probably more than you had ever laughed in your life as Argyle dramatically sang with you in his car as he drove to your next destination. You couldn’t help but join him as his backup singer, happily singing at the top of your lungs. There really was something contagious about him that just made you as happy as he always was.
Why do you build me up (Build me up) Buttercup, baby Just to let me down? (Let me down) And mess me around
And then, worst of all (Worst of all) You never call, baby When you say you will (Say you will) But I love you still
“How do you even know this song?” you asked, between laughs. This wasn’t like the kind of music he heard at all.
“My mom always sings it” he smiled.
“Really?” you asked, curiously and he nodded. “My mom sings it a lot too!” you said, happily.
I need you (I need you) More than anyone, darling You know that I have from the start So build me up (Build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart
“Do you want my pickles?” you asked, opening your burger and offering the two small pickles inside to him.
“You don’t like pickles?” he asked with his mouth already half-full of his burger and frowning his eyebrows at you. When you shook your head no, he gladly took the pickles himself and ate them. “Damn, Byers, you and your family are really picky eaters” he laughed as you grabbed a bite of your burger. “You don’t like pickles, you don’t like pineapple on your pizza-”
“Nobody but you like pineapple on your pizza, Argyle” you laughed a little.
“That’s not true, man!” he laughed. “Have you even tried it?”
“Well… no” you admitted, looking down.
“Then you gotta try before you deny, Buttercup” he told you.
The two of you were now sitting on some picnic tables on a hill where you could see all of Lenora Hills. After smashing many cars with golf balls, Argyle took you to a drive-in bought burgers for the two of you, and now, here you were.
“Alright” you smiled. “I’ll try it” you told him, making his smile get even bigger, which you didn’t think was possible.
“Really?” he asked excitedly and you nodded.
“Yeah” you said, shyly.
“Cool” he said, going back to his burger. The two of you were silent for a couple of minutes until Argyle spoke again. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
You looked up at him and finished your drink before setting it down. “Sure” you nodded.
“You don’t have to answer if like… you don’t want to” he said, clearing his throat and avoiding looking at you. “Um” he started. You had never seen him somewhat… nervous? “W-why didn’t you want me to get Jonathan when you bumped into me?” You froze a little bit. You knew it was going to be something about today but not that specific question. “I just um- I know you two are very close and you help him a lot when he freaks out which is constantly now that he’s away from his girlfriend and-”
“That’s kind of… why” you interrupted him.
“What do you mean?” he asked, frowning his eyebrows, confused and you took a deep breath. You thought maybe it was time to confide in someone other than Steve who was miles away from you. And maybe Argyle would forget after today since he was high most of the time.
“Argyle… did Jonathan ever tell you why we moved here?” you asked, curiously. Maybe he even already knew.
“Well” he said after he swallowed another bite of his burger, nervously. “He just kept saying that some shit went down” he explained. “I didn’t really want to pry or anything” he admitted and you smiled a little. “Did… did something bad happen?” he closed his mouth before he could finish, adding the words ‘to you?’ After what he saw this morning he didn’t want to think of anything that might hurt you or your family who had kind of become a family to him as well.
“Um… yeah, kinda” you sighed. “I m-mean, yes” you said.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t-”
“No, it’s okay” you assured him. “It’s just… a little hard to explain” you said with a small smile.
You then started telling him the main events that happened. Will going missing, Eleven losing her father, your mom losing Bob, and then Hopper, basically what happened without the whole Upside Down thing. You didn’t really want to spook him or make him think that you were crazy. So you explained as best as you could just… leaving some details out.
“Whoa” he said when you were done. “That’s… that’s a lot of shit that happened, man” he told you.
“I know” you said, quietly.
“But” he added. “What happened to you?” he asked directly.
He could tell you were leaving some things out. And he could tell that a lot of them involved you and what happened in that bathroom. People may not give him enough credit, but he paid attention. When he cared, he did. And he had paid attention to you in the last four months. He noticed how jumpy you would get with loud noises. He noticed how you would also instantly grab Will and Jane whenever you thought they were in danger, which may happen a lot when he was driving. He noticed you dressed in too many layers for California. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes. And he noticed that you never smiled.
“Um” you said, looking down. “N-nothing-”
“Byers” he said in a serious tone and you instantly looked back at him. You had never seen Argyle be serious about something. “Look, I don’t know the whole thing of what happened back where you lived” he started. “But I have never seen someone as scared as you were this morning” he told you. You sighed deeply and looked away.
“There was… a guy” you started. “His name is- was” you corrected yourself. “His name was Billy” you continued. “He died” you told him.
“Was he… a friend of yours or-”
“No” you quickly replied. “He was a horrible person” you explained. “He tried to hurt one of Will’s friends and he was mean to his sister and he-” you said, getting uneasy.
“Did he… hurt you?” Argyle asked, feeling something he rarely felt. The thought of someone hurting you made his entire body shake in anger.
“Well… um, k-kind of” you admitted. “I mean, he tried to uh-” you said, looking away. Argyle noticed the change in your behavior and regretted making you upset. “Look, it doesn’t matter anymore” you chuckled sadly as a few tears escaped your eyes and you quickly wiped them away. “I mean, he’s dead now and n-nothing really happened so…”
“Does your brother know about him?” he asked, knowing the answer already but you still shook your head no. “Why not?”
“I don’t know” you admitted. “It was just… a lot of things you know? And Jonathan has always been the big brother that protects me and Will from everything and then he blamed himself when Will went missing and he’s always trying to keep it together for us and I just… I didn't want to burden him with another thing on top of everything he has going on” you explained. “I can handle this, I mean… it’s nothing-” you insisted.
“Dude, what happened today wasn’t nothing” he tried to argue with you.
“Yes it is, it happens all the time” you blurted out without thinking. When you looked at Argyle, he had his jaw dropped, shocked.
“It happens all the time?”
“N-no, I didn’t mean-”
“What happened to you today happens all the time?”
“No, not all the time” you insisted. “I just… sometimes have nightmares about Billy and I sometimes… feel like he’s still here” you admitted, looking down.
“Dude! That’s is a lot of shit that you’re dealing with, man” he told you.
“I’m sorry” you muttered.
“What? Why are you sorry?”
“Well, I didn’t mean to pour it all on you, I just-”
“No, Byers” he said, moving closer to you. “That’s not what I meant!” he insisted. “I mean that you can’t just bottle all that shit to yourself” he said in a softer tone and you looked back at him. “Look, if you don’t want to talk to your brothers, I get it but… y-you can talk to me” he offered. “I know I just goof around like 90% of the time, but… if you need I can listen” he said, making your heart flutter. “We can do this whenever you need to, and if you don’t want to, I promise I won’t tell Jonathan” he assured you.
“Y-you’d do that for me?” you asked, with your voice breaking a little and another tear falling down your cheek, which he quickly wiped away.
“Of course, Buttercup” he smiled sweetly at you. And that’s when you knew what this was. You were falling for Argyle.
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“That sounds like a date!”
“Shut up, Steve! It wasn’t a date!” you argued as you moved around the kitchen with the phone on your shoulder.
“Yes, it was!” you heard Eddie’s voice in the back.
“Shut up, Eddie! Harrington, control your boyfriend!” you complained as you kept baking around the kitchen.
“Look, love, it just sounds like it was. I mean, he bailed class for you, he took you to his like secret place where he only hangs out with Jonathan” he kept listing. “He then took you out to eat, and, most importantly, he got you to open up about Billy!”
“That doesn’t mean it was a date!” you argued. “... does it?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“What?” you asked frustrated, mixing the batter.
“What are you doing right now?”
“I’m… baking” you said, suddenly stopping. “Fuck! I’m falling for Argyle!”
“Hey! You just sound like me when I realized I was falling for Eddie!” Steve said, excitedly.
“What?” you heard in the background.
“Nothing, love” Steve told his boyfriend.
“Hello! Can we get back to my problem?! I can’t fall for Jonathan’s friend!”
“Why not? He sounds nice” Steve said.
“He sounds awesome! I can’t wait to meet him and get high with him!” you heard Eddie’s voice.
“Honestly, I don’t know why I even bother calling you” you grunted frustratedly.
“Stop beating yourself up over this! This is a good thing. You are not keeping stuff in and he offered to help. I mean, you didn’t want to tell your brothers or your mom, so you found someone else, which is a good thing!”
“Maybe you’re right” you sighed.
“Of course I’m right” he laughed. “I’m always right!”
“Don’t push it, Harrington” you laughed too. “But… thanks, Stevie” you smiled.
“You’re welcome, Byers. You know you can call me anytime. Also, you better bake something for us when you come to Hawkins” he complained.
“I promise!” you told him when you heard a car pull on the driveway. “Look, I gotta go, but say hello to everyone for me okay?”
“Okay, take care, Byers!”
“We love you!” you heard Eddie’s voice.
“I love you guys too” you said, before hanging up. You untangled yourself from the phone’s cord in the kitchen and you heard your brothers and El walking in, seeing you with batter and flour all over your face.
“Hey!” El said, running over to the kitchen.
“Hi, guys” you smiled.
“Are you… baking?” Will asked, excitedly.
“Um… yes” you said, going back to your batter. “Why?”
“No reason, it’s just… been long since you’ve baked” he pointed out.
“What are you making?” Eleven asked, smiling.
“Cupcakes” you told them. “I’m making everyone their favorite flavor” you said, happily.
“Really?” Jonathan asked, walking closer to you. “What’s the occasion?”
“No reason” you shrugged. “Just felt like it” you smiled.
“Cool” Jonathan smiled back.
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“Hey, Argyle!” you called out before he could walk to class after your brother.
“‘Sup Buttercup?” he smiled walking towards you. “You okay? You were silent the ride here” he said.
“Yeah, I um- I feel a lot better, actually” you smiled shyly.
“I’m glad. Also the color yellow suits you” he said, pointing at your sweater, making your cheeks burn a little.
“Thanks” you told him. “F-for everything, I mean. I uh- I wanted to uh- give you something” you said, grabbing a small container from your bag. “Here” you said, opening it and revealing a cupcake with a small weed of fondant on top. “I baked you a chocolate cupcake-” you stuttered nervously. “Um, it has a peanut butter cup crust on the bottom that I also made myself” you chuckled. “A-and, it has another one in the middle and the frosting is cream cheese, which I know sounds kind of weird but since you like salty and sweet together I thought-”
“Dude” Argyle chuckled, stopping your rambling. “Y-you baked this for me?”
“Yeah” you smiled brightly at him. Argyle had to admit this was his favorite smile on you. “I just wanted to thank you for yesterday and to let you know that I had a really good time” you told him.
“Yeah?” he smiled.
“Yes, really” you nodded.
“I had a really good time too” he told you. “Maybe… we can… do it a gain sometime” he asked, a little nervous and you could swear you could see his cheeks blushing a little.
“R-really?” you smiled even brighter and he nodded. “I would love that!” you said, feeling your cheeks burning a little.
“You would?” he asked, excitedly.
“I really would” you said, stepping closer and kissing his cheek before you heard the bell ringing. “I have to go to class” you said, handing him the cupcake. “I hope you like it” you smiled.
“I’m sure I’ll love it, Buttercup” he smiled before you two went your separate ways.
“So… my sister baked you a cupcake” Jonathan pointed out when Argyle sat down next to him.
“Uh, yeah dude” he said, feeling a little nervous. “I mean, she did one for everyone, right? Will was saying that-”
“Dude, it’s fine” Jonathan assured him. “I don’t know what you two talked about yesterday, but… after that, I kind of see her going back to her old self so… thanks” he smiled.
“No problem, Byers” he smiled back.
The End
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Song: Build Me Up, Buttercup - The Foundations
A/N: ahhh xD I hope you guys liked it! tbh I’m not sure if I whould write a part two where they go on a date xD so let me know what you think!
