I love the idea of Steve just forgetting to tell people he’s bisexual.
He’s actively wine-ing and dining Eddie and it just completely goes over everyone’s head.
Bonus points if Eddie also doesn’t know what’s going on.
He shows up to Steve’s house which is decked out with candles and dimmed lights. A fancy tablecloth draped over the table, the Harrington’s good china is on display, and there’s a fucking rose on the table in a vase.
“Do you have a date or something?” Eddie inquires.
Steve stares back at him, a little dumbfounded by the question. “Yea”
“Oh really? Am I interrupting, you invited me over so I assumed we were going to hang out?” Eddie rambles.
Steve continues to stare at Eddie blankly. “You’re not interrupting, you’re here to spend time with me.”
“What about your date?” Eddie vaguely gestures to the setup.
“Eddie, you are my date.”
“I asked you to go out with me!” Steve stressed.
“Yea, but then you called me dude, so I’m sorry if my signals got crossed.” Eddie replied, voice laced with disbelief. “I failed senior year twice, I need clarity.”
“I want to fuck you.” Steve says slowly, sounding out every part of each word carefully.
“Wow! Where’s the romance?”
Steve wordlessly gestures at the set table behind him.
