TheCeilingIsBeautiful
monthly drabble // ft steve

It had taken a LOT of coaxing to get Nancy to attend the party. After her less than stellar performance around Halloween, she'd been trying to keep herself from the temptation of alcohol as a coping mechanism. Even if she needed it, she knew that when intoxicated? The darkest, ugliest, most hurtful truths came spilling out of her mouth as freely as if someone had asked her the time of day or the weather. But with their SAT practice tests behind them, a few of the other girls had convinced her to come out and CELEBRATE with them.

Of course, now she wished she hadn't said yes. It still wasn't easy, seeing Steve anywhere. She noticed him first, eyes drawn by the motion of the opening front door. Last she'd checked they were on FINE terms, Steve having promised her that everything was okay, but ... it was still hard. Breakups always were, especially when they weren't clean or clear. The whole room had fallen somewhat yet with ANTICIPATION AND GULIT, wondering what was going to happen between their king and his former princess. And that lull in the conversation had enabled Nancy to HEAR steve voice the minute his eyes locked on hers.

Nancy instantly felt like she was going to be SICK and not from the alcohol in her system. It was really time for her to go. She always felt so much for people and how much they feel. Nancy numbly gathered her purse and headed for the exit. Nancy said in a clipped voice, fighting gathering tears as she pushed past him to the door.