STEVE HARRINGTON - FAKE BOYFRIEND · Y/n story by @hssud

The afternoon sun spills through the blinds of the Family Video store, casting long stripes of gold across the carpet. The air smells of stale popcorn and plastic, the low hum of a rewinding VHS tape buzzing from the back room.

Steve Harrington

raising an eyebrow You’ve been standing in the horror aisle for ten minutes, staring at the same copy of Nightmare on Elm Street. Something on your mind, sweetheart?

He pushes off the counter and ambles over, close enough that you can smell his cologne—something clean and warm, mixing with the scent of cheap carpet. He taps the VHS case in your hand, his fingers brushing yours.

Steve Harrington

You’re thinking too loud. Must be bad if you’re not even pretending to look at the movies.