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[ 1985. July ]
MARY-JANE WAKES UP BECAUSE THE SUN IS BLARING IN HER EYES. Steve must have forgotten to close his blinds last night. Turning to the side, she finds him sleeping soundly next to her, one arm wrapped around her waist. Throwing a glance at the small clock on his bedside table, she smiles contently when she finds that it's still very early and there's no need to get up just yet.
Had she in fact slept at home last night, she might have realized that Billy never came home — but that's something she'll have to find out in the future. For now, Mary-Jane doesn't have a worry in the world.
"Tell me you're not planning on getting out of bed this early." Steve mumbles tiredly into his pillow.
"I'm not crazy, Steve." She chuckles, burying her head in the pillow right next to him, feeling his breath against her skin.
"I don't know about that." He replies, glancing up at her.
"Shut up." She laughs lightly. He looks at her, squinting because the sun is blinding him.
"Go back to sleep."
"Fine, fine." She curls up next to him, her head resting between his head and his chest, his chin just barely grazing the top of her head. Steve wraps his arms around her and they stay like that for a while. Neither of them fall asleep, but the soft sounds of slow breathing, hearts thumping, cars passing in the distance, are soothing. If Mary-Jane were to decide, she would stay in bed all day.
But eventually they do have to get up, get dressed and head to Starcourt just like every other day has been so far. They bid farewell on the second floor where Steve heads towards Scoops Ahoy and Mary-Jane walks over to Resident Music.
After her shift has ended, which was for once a rather eventful workday with a customer yelling all over the place because they didn't have a record he apparently needed very badly, MJ heads over to scoops, which has by now also become a daily thing. The first thing she hears when she walks into the busy shop is Dustin speaking way too loudly.
"I intercepted a secret Russian communication!"
Stopping in her tracks, Mary-Jane frowns and scans the place for Dustin and Steve, finding them in one of the red booths. The entire shop seems to have gone quiet for half a second. "Jeez, wanna say that a little louder?" She raises a brow and slides into the booth next to Steve. He sends a look her way as if to say hello.
"Oh. Hi." Dustin looks at her, scratching his temple after also realizing he probably shouldn't have shouted that.
