The decision that still swayed in the air had been decided. Yes. Steve decided he might as well go to the party. Although he wasn't a fan of Tony, he thought that it would be a good chance just to get out and have a little fun for once. He could easily finish his homework on Saturday or Sunday and he could just feel free on Friday. Of course, he had to convince his mom, but he was sure she wouldn't mind.
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"Honey, I'm not sure if it's the best thing for you. I'm not saying you shouldn't go, but what about your head?" Steve sat at dinner with his mom that Thursday night as Steve brought up the party. "Mom, my head is fine, trust me. Besides, what could happen at a party that would make it worse again?" Steve replied, taking a drink of his milk. "The music. It's always played so loudly at parties. I just want you to be okay for your next game. You shouldn't even have played the other day." Steve knew that his mother was right but he somewhat wanted to go to the party now, even though not even a day ago he wanted nothing to do with it. Ever since football season had started, Steve had gotten three concussions. It was helpful that his mom happened to be a nurse but at the same time, a little annoying the way she babied him, making sure he was alright. Steve felt a little bad after the third concussion because the only reason he was passed to play his last game was because he lied about the questions she asked him and the dilation of his eyes just happened to be on his side that day. He knew it was dangerous to be lying about something like that but he did the same thing last year. It was like Steve was just made for concussions because last year's season he finished the year with five concussions which seemed ridiculous- though he always recovered just fine.
"Mom, trust me. My head barely hurts anymore and I'll be fine. If I was allowed to play last game, I'll be fine at a simple party." Steve persuaded his mom and he knew it was working, "Oh darling, I doubt the party will be simple, but fine. If you say you're all better, I trust you." Steve smiled and thanked her, promising that he was fine and that he wouldn't do anything stupid at the party like drink or get laid. Luckily he was a good enough kid that his mother always trusted what came from his mouth- but he really was promising not to do anything regrettable at the party. He wasn't stupid enough to do that... unlike some other people.
"So who are you going with? Is there a girl?" his mom asked as she smiled at him from across the table. Steve smiled back and laughed but shook his head, "No mom, I don't like anyone." Steve hasn't really liked any girls this year now that he thought about it. He dated a girl last year who he became very close with, Peggy Carter, but they broke up when they both realized there just wasn't anything there anymore- though they were still friends. It was strange for Steve, he had dated girls, but there was always something that was missing, something that didn't feel right to him. He always just ignored the feeling deep down and assumed it was just that he hadn't found the right girl for him yet. However, there was one thought, Steve denied it and buried it deep away, never to be thought of, but it was still there- the idea that maybe Steve wasn't interested in girls. But it was never an option to him. He told himself that if he ever found that it was the case, he wouldn't even know what to do with himself, send himself away to a high Christian school or something of the sort. He was made to love girls and that's what he would keep it as.
"I'm going with a few friends. Plus, the football team all wants me to go." Steve added after cutting his mom short off of the girlfriend topic. She nodded and took her fork, taking a bite of her salad, "I see, and what about homework?" She always knew Steve made sure to get his homework done before he ever did anything. He was definitely not a slacker of any sort. "Well, I'll just do it on Saturday. I've got the whole weekend to do it." Steve stated, deciding it probably wouldn't be a problem holding off his homework for one day. Most people do that all the time anyway. His mother made agreement with him and let him go to the party, "And I know I don't have to tell you-" Steve knew what she was going to say and interrupted, "I already promised, I won't do anything stupid. I would never do anything like that."
They finished their dinner together and afterward Steve helped his mom clean up and set the dishes into the dishwasher. "Did you put your wash away?" his mother asked, setting the plates neatly into the washer. Steve held the cups and silverware, "Yep, I did that after I got home." He placed the cups alongside next to the plates and set the silverware in the designated silverware basket. "So what are your plans after school tomorrow then? Am I just picking you up?" Steve sometimes wanted his mother to stop asking so many questions, even though they were necessary, "Yeah, you'll just pick me up. The party is at 7, I'll probably stay the night." he explained it in a way he knew she understood everything that was going on and things were settled. "Alright, you can just call me sometime on Saturday and I'll pick you up from wherever you're staying."
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Friday morning was a bit of a rush as Steve woke up late due to forgetting to set his alarm but made it to school on time as always. Classes went by normally and for some reason Steve was actually somewhat wanting the party to come sooner. He didn't know if it was because all his friends were going to be there or because he'd never really gone to any parties before. As lunch came around, he walked down to the cafeteria with Sam and his other closest friend James Barnes who Steve nicknamed Bucky, which everyone else went along with. Steve couldn't even remember when he first started calling him that as a nickname. It was just the name he grew up calling him.
"It'll be awesome. Natasha's going too, right?" Bucky asked Steve as Steve walked in between him and Sam. Steve nodded and Sam laughed, "Dude, I'm pretty sure she's got her eyes set on Barton, but I'm not sure." Sam didn't want to bring James down but didn't want to let him get his hopes up either. Bucky just shrugged and smiled, "Well at least I know Connie will be there." Steve just shook his head sarcastically with a small scoff towards his best friend's behavior, "So basically you'll have fun as long as you get a girl in the end." James nudged him with his shoulder, "Stevie you're making me sound desperate. I'll have fun either way- girls just... make it all the much better." Steve rolled his eyes at Bucky for calling him Stevie. "Who you got in mind?" Sam asked as they neared the cafeteria. Steve realized the question was directed towards him and he thought about it before shrugging, "Not really anyone. I haven't really found anyone my type." Sam and Bucky both looked at him and they entered the cafeteria as the usual smell of lunch food drifted through the air. "Not even Peggy?" Sam asked him as they walked over to their usual lunch table. Steve shook his head. They all set their bags down next to their seats and continued to walk over to the growing lunch line of people. "I think her and I are over for good." Bucky raised his eyebrows, "Dude, you two flirt like on and off make up your minds." Though that much was true, it was always Peggy who would start the flirting and not wanting to be rude, Steve would be nice about the conversations and go along with the things she was interested in talking about.
They continued regular conversation in line and got their lunch, taking it back to their table where all their other friends were now sitting. The table consisted of Tony, Pepper Potts- Tony's main girlfriend most of the time, Clint Barton, Natasha, Peggy, Bruce Banner- another one of the smartest people Steve knew, Thor Odinson- kicker of the football team, Jane Foster- Thor's girlfriend, and a few more others including themselves. The three of them sat down and started eating with the rest. There was different conversation sprouting among everyone and while Steve just listened to all of them in general, he reached out to his backpack that was on the floor next to him and unzipped his small pocket in the front and pulled out a plastic bag which contained a single Advil. The headache from his concussion was still bothering him just barely but he could feel that it was almost completely gone. He opened the bag and took it out, reaching for his water bottle at the same time. He quickly just popped it into his mouth and took a drink of his water. "Steve, you popping pills over there." Conversation at the table changed as the people Tony was talking with looked at him. Steve looked up from setting his water bottle back into his side pocket and nodded along sarcastically, "Yes that's exactly what I was doing."
"So you're coming tonight?" Tony asked as Pepper reached for his hand under the table. Steve nodded, "Well it wouldn't technically be a party without me there, would it." A few of the others just laughed at Steve's reply as he remained quite proud about it. Tony raised his eyebrows and went along, "Of course not. It wouldn't at all." He dramatized the sarcasm more while taking his free hand that wasn't holding Pepper's and held it to his chest. In reality they truthfully both looked like idiots while going along with one another's sarcastic comments but because of their popularity status it was played off as something the cool kids do. Steve wasn't really sure if he was going along with Tony's conversation because he felt like he could actually be rude sarcastically but also meaning it deep down or maybe that he was truthfully enjoying a conversation with Tony Stark- whom he'd always thought was nothing but stuck up and cocky.
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