Tension (Steve Harrington)

Chap. 13; Friday Night Lights

Nancy and Lauren we sitting in Nancys room on a fiday night after a stessful day. There plans already set as the would be till nearly Thanksgiving. Or, more specifically, school football was over.

The plan being; the two go to Nancy's on Friday night before the football for their girl time the really got. Then get a ride to the game with annoying ass Steven Harrington to the game weather home or away. That's where they split up. Nancy would go with Steve's, and Lauren would go with Walt. What they did after differed heavy Lauren couldn't help but think.

"Nance?" Nancy turned to look at her, turning away from the mirror she was fixing her hair in. "I think Steve better watch his step?"

"And what did you two do this time."

"What? Nothing. I just mean. If he misses steps and I'm pulling that rug from underneath him and take you from him like that. Because damn my best friend is be goddamn beautiful." Nancy rolled her eyes.

"Thank you."

"You thank I got a chance?" Lauren joked. Nancy looked around her room.

"Shhh. Don't tell anyone. Our little secret." Lauren set up on her bed interested. "Lauren Hopper. I love you."

"Oh my god I love you too Nancy Wheeler." Lauren pulled the ring off her finger "Nancy, please marry me, have my babies." Lauren stuck out the ring. Both girls laugh at eachother. "I love you Nance." Lauren said after the laugh had faded but her smile did not. She slipped her ring back on her finger.

"Why do I feel like that actually would be the most healthy marriage ever?"

"Because we're best friends. Like when was the last time we had a real fight?" Nancy didn't say anything. "Exactly. I say we get married. He'll Walt too." Lauren gasped. "Oh my god it's perfect he's Mormon! He can have multiple wives! God its perfect." Nancy couldn't help but laugh. Only making Lauren laugh in turn.

"Well be sister wife's with a bunch of blond babies."

Nance. Kiss.

Hop. Harrington. And don't kiss my wife bitch. Did you just call me bitch. Yeah I did what are you going to do about it bitch. Bitch a ain't a bitch. Ain't ain't a word bitch. It is bitch check with Marvin Gaye bitch. Bitch. Don't quote Ain't No Mountain High Enough. Well bitch I just did. It's a great song bitch. Buych I think it's a great sing bich di you can't. Bitch.

"Lauren, the game doesn't start for another hour." Nancy said.

"I don't care. We have to have time to talk to people to get our seats, and I will not be one of those people there right at kick off."

"I know, but we don't have to leave an hour before the game." Nancy leaned back on her headboard.

"Friday is my favorite night of the week aside from Saturdays. I guess sundays are pretty great too."

"Why? So you and Walt can watch your teams never win."

"Oh, Nancy, that's just not true."

"When have any of your teams won a championship?"

"The Colts won in seventy-one."

"What were you like two?"

"Okay and? If you ask Walt, it was the best day of his life."

"He was two."

"Yeah tell him that he swears he remembers every type of chip he ate that day." There was a knock on the door.

"Hey girls, your rides here."

"Thank you Mrs. Wheeler we'll be right down." Lauren threw her hand up at the door. "At least somebody knows when you are supposed to show up at to game." The girls went down stairs and got into Steve's car. The windows were rolled all the way down on all four doors. The radio played a few songs in the short ride.