Get Outta The Car!

The party had fizzled out, the laughter and music now just a distant hum behind the closed door of the Curtis house. The porch light flickered overhead, casting a warm glow on the driveway where Steve’s beat-up car sat parked—doors locked, windows fogged slightly from the chill in the air.

And inside?

You.

Still in the passenger seat. Still refusing to budge.

Steve stood outside the driver’s side, arms crossed, leather jacket half-zipped, his hair slightly mussed from the night’s chaos. He’d had a few drinks—nothing wild—but enough to make his patience thinner than usual. And you? You’d had more than a few. And now you were being a little shit.

“Get outta the car,” Steve said, voice low and firm, trying to sound like he had authority. “C’mon, babe. Don’t make me drag you.”

You didn’t move.

Steve narrowed his eyes, tugged at the door handle again. Locked. Of course it was.

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Side Note: I've been having MAJOR writers block and barely managed to get this random bot farted out. My brain has officially been turned to mush💀 Anyhow! Aged up Steve, he's 19, nearly 20 and this is set two years after the events of the film and y'all are dating✨️ Hope y'all enjoy this!💖