the beating of our hearts is the only sound.
steve, eddie, robin, nancy, johnathon and argyle are all packed in steve's beemer. johnathon and argyle in the empty trunk (besides the nail bat) and nancy and robin in the back. eddie is in the passenger and steve driving.
the group is chattering about what juice is the best, steve personally thinks orange juice or apple but grape is good too, until the beat and snare of the iconic "I Think Were Alone Now" by Tiffany sneaks in on the beemer's radio.
steve chortles and giggles, "ohohohoohh!!"
"oh no.." nancy murmurs and robin groans along with johnathon and argyle's mellow chuckling.
eddie is confused, very confused. "what? whats happening?"
before anyone can answer steve drums loudly on the steering wheel and belts out, "'children behave!!!' thats what they saaayyy when we're togethaaaaah!!!" in perfect, masculine song.
eddies eyebrows are in the sky at this point. he, (1, did not know steve could sing (especially this well) and (2, sing Tiffany of all singers.
"'and watch how you plaaay!!' they dont understand and so we're running just as fast as we caaan! holdin onto one anothers hand!!"
steve turns to him right when the stop goes to yellow.
"tryna' get away into the night and then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then you say, 'i think were alone now."
the light turns green and steve continues singing.
eddies eyes are full of stars and he doesnt even care about how everyone is definitely not looking at him as steve performs like a professional singer.
robin whispers to him in his ear and goes, "this is dingus' favorite song. remember to breath, by the way. " she smirks and pushes eddies jaw back up with a little 'clack' of his teeth.
steves moles are moving with his jaw, singing loudly. his adams-apple keeps bobbing up and down and eddie swallows the urge to sink his teeth in it. he'll do that when they get to steve's house.
steve's eyes glimmer with the passion of Tiffany's warm vocals that he so-perfectly matches.
after the song is finished he's panting, sweating a little after his performance like a dog.
the next song that plays on the god-foresaken beemer radio is "I Was Made For Lovin' You" by none other than KISS.
if eddie was falling before, he's completely gone as steve starts to belt out this song too.
"sorry for interrupting your awesome vocals there but i think your friend is gonna explode." argyle points out melodically.
steve pants and stops to look at eddie with concerning espresso and caramel dripping eyes. god he could and will get lost in his eyes. their practically so sweet he could lick them, he can just taste the syrup on them.
steves voice snaps him out of his daze.
"eddie? you alright?" theyve finally reached steves house and eddie fucking pounces on him, giving him the sloppiest kiss known to man. guilt drips through him but quickly fades away as steve presses back, curling his fingers in eddies hair.
the rest of the group groan and chuckle as they all exit, giving them some well-deserved privacy.
songs mentioned: I Think We're Alone Now" by Tiffany - "I Was Made For Loving You" by KISS
