Joe Keery Imagines

Bad Influence-Steve Harrington

After dinner, I headed up to my room. I grabbed my homework and spread it around my bed. I was in the middle of my calc homework when I heard a knock. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes widening when I saw a certain boy standing outside my window.

Steve jerked his head over his shoulder, signaling for me to come outside.

I shook my head no.

He sighed before jerking his head again. I shook my head again as I pointed at my watch.

He shrugged his shoulders as he mouthed, "So?"

I sighed before grabbing a scrap piece of paper and writing; Curfew.

He knocked on my window, finally making me jump up. I ran over to my window and swung it open.

"Don't do that," I whispered. "My parents will hear you and we'll both be in trouble."

"Y/N. . ."

"You really shouldn't be here, Steve. If my parents find out you're sneaking over. . ."

"Why don't they like me?" He asked, pretending like he didn't care about the answer.

"My mom likes you," I defended.

"Your dad doesn't."

"To be fair," I sighed, "he doesn't like anyone. Especially teenage boys the same age as his daughter. Double especially if they're interested in her."

My comment made us both laugh. He reached over and grabbed my hands that were resting on the window sill. When he looked up at me, his eyes were soft.

"I'm not the guy I used to be," he whispered.

"I know that," I said quickly. "It's just. . . My dad doesn't think people can change."

"Especially a teenage boy who cares about his daughter," Steve mumbled.

"He'll see it," I said, trying to make him feel better. "Once he accepts that I'm not a little girl anymore and that you are exactly who I should be with, he'll come around. He'll see that you're different now."

"What if he doesn't?"

"He will."

"What if he doesn't?"

"He will, Steve."

"But what if he doesn't?!"

He sighed, instantly regretting his outburst. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I just. . . I hate that he won't let us see each other. I even asked his permission to take you on a date and he said no. He didn't even give me a reason why. He just said that I wasn't good enough."

I cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his. He sucked in a surprised gasp but quickly recovered and started kissing me back.

Even though Steve asked my dad if he could take me on a date a couple of days ago, we've been together for a couple of weeks. Steve works at the ice cream shop in the mall and I work at a store within the mall. We change our schedules so we can have lunch together. Some days we even sync our breaks.

I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his, but didn't let go of his face. Eventually, Steve leaned back and reached up, grabbing my wrists. He hesitated before slowly pulling my hands away from his face.

"Come with me," he whispered. "I know your parents are in the other room and we could get caught but. . . Please."

I intertwined our fingers, causing him to smile. He instantly helped me out of my window. We walked around the side of my house to the tree on the corner of our property. I smiled when I saw the setup.