Cloudy | ST POVS

Steve

You swat away some clouds, yet the clouds just form back together. You were startled as a hand touched your back.
"AH-" You turned around and slapped the person
"What the fuck-?!" Turns out it was your good friend Steve Harrington
"Oh- sorry!" You put your hands around your mouth in a gasping motion
                                    
"Question." He didn't really seem to care about you slapping him anymore
"What?" You were kinda surprised at his reaction-
"How'd you get here? Cuz I totally didn't drive you here." He joked
"Real funny Steve." You rolled your eyes and started walking
"Hey- wait up!" He caught up to you
                                    
You looked around, and outside of the purple tinted windows. You sat down, it felt like it's been hours
"Already tired?" He was leaning up against a pole
"How long have we even been here?" You ignored his question
"Can't remember, didn't bring a watch." He moved his hair back
                                    
"Can we try prying the door open?" He suggested, tired of your bickering
"Yeah." You got up and dug your nails in between the door, sadly it wouldn't budge
"Won't budge." You said out of breath
"Oh." He started walking again
"Really? We're walking again?" You asked
                                    
You stopped him in his tracks
"What?" He looked down at you, you were a few inches smaller but he made you seem a foot taller
"A watch." You pointed to the watch on the seat
"Nice find Y/NC." He smiled and picked it up
                           
(YN means Your Name)
                                     
"It's late," He started
"How late?" You blurted out
"8:46." He finished looking at you