Movie Night. | Steve & Peggy.
“You’re doing well,” she complimented despite the fact he was following her lead. How silly it must have looked, her taking the male role but she could tell that things needed to happen slowly. The blood rushing to Steve’s cheeks increased, his hand clasped hers was unbelievably clammy. His fingers fidgeted around her waist too. “Look, you’re grasping it already,” she hummed, as his movements became fluid. Now if only she could reverse their roles to pin it down.
Peggy felt jittery and the fact that they were doing a slow dance was not helping to alleviate it. It was a good thing Steve’s hand was beginning to sweat because she could feel the same for her now. He was furiously red now, staring, focused on their feet and she shifted, face reflecting a lighter tinge of a blush. When did it get so hot in here? She almost felt afraid to breathe. The hand curled on his shoulder kept him arm’s width apart while she paused in her steps. It took her a moment to collect herself, inhaling deeply and tucking a curl behind her ear. That was… dizzying. “Steve, wait.” Somehow, saying his name helped pull him out of his concentration.
She moved back to her starting position with a calmer smile this time. All she had to do was focus on teaching him how to properly dance. “Let’s start the box step again… This time, I’ll help you learn the lead,” she said, resting her hand on him again, waiting for the music to present an opportune point to restart. “Your first step will be on your right foot. All we’ll be doing is stepping in the shape of a square.” She jiggled her right foot, balancing on her left for a tick. Her foot fell back to the floor while she spoke at a quieter volume now that they were so close. “So… Let’s try doing your first step. Lean on your left foot…” At this cue, she did exactly that, “And step forward with your right…” Her foot moved back. While she stood waiting for him, she noticed they had both leaned closer, staring down at their own feet. A soft laugh escaped her lips.
Steve had felt the flush creep over his cheeks even more, realizing - that he was actually dancing with her. He didn’t know how to feel about this. It probably was an amusing sight to anyone who looked at the two. Peggy Carter, a cheerleader, was the ‘lead’ showing Steve Rogers, a loser, how to dance. He really was a loser, wasn’t he? But, he moved with her, catching on best he could, on how to avoid injuring her. But, being the lead - was another story.
When Peggy told him to stop, he felt his heart drop. Had he done something wrong? He probably did, and Peggy would want him to stop now. He felt so stupid right now, he was unsure what he had even done wrong. Pausing, He felt his nerves come back - as soon as she had explained herself. Steve was to take the lead now. He wasn’t sure he could, at this point. He swallowed, trying his best not to show how nervous he really was. “R-Right…” He mumbled, adjusting his position, so he could listen to her guidance.
He shifted his foot in place when she told him to - hands still draped around her, staring cautiously at his feet. He moved every time she directed him to, and slowly, he had gotten the hang of it - for the most part. He was a little proud of himself, even. He was dancing with her, and, he hadn’t hurt her yet. As long as she was alright, it gave Steve the confidence to keep going. Hearing her laugh, he laughed lightly himself, acting a little bolder - to try and take the lead without her having to tell him what to do. “This isn’t so bad!” He said, giving her a light smile.
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Movie Night. | Steve & Peggy.
Peggy’s red-lipped smile widened to withhold a laugh at his shocked reaction. “Completely serious. C’mon now,” she rose from her seat, motioning her hands for him to be quick on his feet. Humming a familiar tune, the cheerleader gingerly removed the DVD and opened up her gift to Steve. CD in the DVD’s place, her thumb jabbed the eject button and Frank Sinatra was suddenly accompanying them. The song was fitting enough now, Peggy noted while the lyrics began to tumble out of the Ol’ Blue Eyes. Though she was a little uncomfortable with the whole idea of being at Steve’s— the mission she had set before her swiped the feeling aside bringing in pure amusement instead.
Peggy fondly remembered her Grandmother teaching her, constantly talking her out of doing certain steps, which only made her mess up more. Steve would be the same, it seems. He already was painfully uneasy to begin with. For cripes sake he was afraid smiling too much from the way he acted in the classroom and in his own home tonight. Walking backwards on her bare feet, dress swaying, she took up the clear space of the living room, staring at him expectantly.
Steve was not slow. The cheerleader knew this from JROTC earlier yet his expression was still surprised, gazing back at her as if his brain had shut down. Two more full rests of the orchestra and the girl neared him, giving him another reassuring smile. Slowly, his face morphed into something slightly more normal in the situation. Peggy’s heart was pounding which she could not understand. She was only teaching someone to dance. No, she knew that was not the reason but it was too soon to tell. They had only met earlier today and spent a maximum of three hours together in general. Sighing, smile still present, Peggy took one step back as if luring him to the clear space with her. “I won’t kill you, Steve. You’ll be fine.”
Steve was near panic, when he realized Peggy was serious. But, not wanting to offend her, Standing, he stepped closer to her, placing his hands were they were supposed to go - according to pretty much every movie in history. Swallowing, he felt his heart pounding in his chest. His face flushed, and he tried not to pass out from his nerves. It wasn’t really his fault, reading into the ‘mood’ like this, was it? Sinatra was playing, and Peggy was in a pretty looking dress. They were about to dance. Wasn’t that a scene from one of those cliche romance movies? The thought made him laugh inwardly. She’d probably hit him for thinking something like that.
“R-Right…” He murmured, voice shaky, trying to calm himself down. ‘Tell that to my oncoming heart attack’, he wanted to say - to lighten the mood. But, he refrained. He honestly didn’t think he could get out a full sentence at this point. He hadn’t really known why, but, this was nerve-wracking for him. Dancing, with Peggy Carter. Alone in his house. To Sinatra. Really, God must be playing jokes today, because this was crazier then anything he had thought any foreseeable outcome of his day would be.
Steve wasn’t sure how to move. Awkwardly shuffling around, but keeping his hands in place, he tried to follow her lead. Smiling lightly at her, he tried his best. The only thing he kept repeating to himself, was to make sure not to step on her feet. Oh, Lord, anything - but don’t hurt poor Peggy. She was already doing enough for him, and he didn’t think he’d ever be able to live with himself if he hurt her.
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Movie Night. | Steve & Peggy.
Peggy agreed, nodding and waving off his thanks. She only brought it over to watch not to have, anyway. “I have to say from what I read it’s not as lovely as the original Broadway version. I wouldn’t know, I haven’t seen it.” The girl shrugged her shoulders at the comparison. She did not bother to check if there was a recorded Broadway run although now she was keen on searching Amazon for such a thing. Her mind brought back the scene he was speaking of with a laugh. Gene Kelley made everything look easier than it was and she shared Steve’s desire to be light footed.
“Oh, yeah, it is.” The span of an hour deleted that important event but now her red shoes and dress were calling to her. Peggy leaned closer, waiting for him to finish his gulp before she questioned. “You must have danced before. A slow shuffle, even?” Everyone could slow shuffle. It was the default dance for people who could not dance a lick. In fact, that was Peggy’s default dance in middle school before her grandmother taught her otherwise. Grandma was forceful with it. She would say to Mrs. Carter that it would be a good experience and useful. It never seemed useful. Peggy did not pursue ballroom dances or competitions, however…
The thin and friendly artist next to her seemed to be a complete virgin to the whole activity in particular. The look Steve gave her was enough to tell her. The poor soul had dared not to shuffle at the awkward functions hosted in the lower grades. Peggy shook her head. This was terrible especially for an old-movie lover like him. “Then I’ll have to teach you.”
Steve shook his head when Peggy had mentioned dancing. Honestly, Steve had never tried it before. Partially because he’d never had anyone to actually dance with, before. But, it wasn’t as if he minded. He figured, when the time came, if he did find someone to dance with - he’d figure it out then. Well, of course, Peggy seemed to have another idea.
Pausing, when she had spoke, he froze. “T-Teach me?” He tensed slightly. She must have been joking. “Pft! Right. You’re joking! Wait. Aren’t you…?” Steve panicked slightly. Peggy didn’t seem to be joking in the least. There’s no way he could dance with her! What if he hurt her? Or stepped on her feet? Or messed something up? Steve would most definitely embarrass himself. There was no way, he was dancing.
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Movie Night. | Steve & Peggy.
“Of course,” she mused, sitting back into the chair comfortably as Steve popped the disc into the reader with a slow buzz of the retraction. Her hand scooped out a small bit of popcorn to chew on when she blinked, eyes widening for a moment to comprehend what he had said. Peggy had become so comfortable that her mind transitioned into ‘movie mode’. Her eyes followed while he dragged his feet back to the kitchen with a shake of the refrigerator opening.
She had never heard of so many drink options besides a restaurant and seriously considered her choices until plastic bottles were settled next to the bowls of chips and popcorn. With a thankful sigh, she took hold of the other Pepsi left, giving a small swig as the previews continued to roll. Of course, being a musical, the very first line was a booming low note from a dockworker. It seemed to go quick enough. Every ten or so minutes she would scoot and move in the sofa, humming along with choruses. Much like their classroom film, Peggy sneaked glances at her host who seemed enthralled enough. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, a smile forming. Most of the time was not spent watching the movie but watching him. He was interesting. Was she this excited when she was younger with her mother? She would have to ask. The question was never brought up.
The sailors spun and tapped, swinging their partners in search of their friend’s missing Miss Turnstiles. Time elapsed, popcorn receded, and Peggy’s soda bottle was drained completely. The film was winding down as Gabey reunites with his girl then must leave back for their boat. The famous New York, New York reprised while the credits rolled at the swelling music’s end. The DVD looped back to the main menu, selection on the play button. There was another silence. They did not agree on what movie to slip in next and the brunette straightened, looking to Steve for what he wanted to watch or do next. It was his house after all.
Throughout the entire movie, Steve couldn’t keep his eyes of the screen. He simply loved it. Although he wasn’t much of a singer, and definitely not a dancer, he tapped his foot to the beat of the music, enjoying every part of the film. If it was long, he wouldn’t have noticed - but either way, Steve loved every minute of it. If he wasn’t so into the movie, he would have most likely asked Peggy if she needed anything, or if she was alright. Quite the rude host tonight, he’d remind himself, later.
When the movie drew to an end, he smiled brightly, turning to Peggy. “That was great!” He commented, thanking her over and over, for bringing it. “The dancing scene, really amused me.” He commented, running through the scene in his head again. He’d have to remember to try to find a copy online. “Speaking of dances,” He paused, rambling. “The school dance is tonight, isn’t it?” He laughed lightly, at the thought. No way, would he end up at that.
“Makes me kinda wish I could dance.” He stated, thoughts still on the movie. Another laugh, before continuing. “But, sadly, not really my thing.” Taking another sip of his soda, it was slowly going warm. He hadn’t paid much attention to drinking or eating anything, since he was too excited and obsessed with the movie.
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Movie Night. | Steve & Peggy.
“Yes, for you,” she said firmly trying to avoid the red creeping on the sides of her cheeks. Peggy gave the CD with her fingertips a bit closer to him then gave a laugh and a shift of her body to face those movies. Steve’s gratefulness was refreshing and dare she say even adorable. “No, no, really, it’s all right. It was just something I put together before,” the girl waved with her hands dismissively. Of course, she did not consider the guilt aspect of gift giving but how excited he sounded earlier really did make up for it. “There’s really no need to do anything for me.”
“So…” Turning to the task at hand, she ate another popped kernel and gave a look at the choices. Each DVD case was gaudy with colour and illustration. They were obvious choices since she was told he liked Sinatra: On the Town, Guys and Dolls, Take Me Out to the Ball Game, It Happened in Brooklyn. Then the odd one was last: The Raven. Peggy felt her stomach was finally able to eat a few chips. He had liked the gift. Of course he liked it. From the way Steve reacted in class he was purely obsessed with Frank Sinatra. The CD could be from anyone and it would be received with that much force.
Peggy turned to smile at him, realising that she was probably drifting into space. She cleared her throat touching on one of the cases. “Do you have any one in mind you’d want to watch?” The cheerleader had seen all of them before but it had been a while. This year she was forcing herself to be more current. These were fond memories with her mother but now they would be with a new friend and that was nice enough. Each was upbeat and quirky in their own way. She would not dare give Steve serious choices. It would lead for a very awkward evening.
The idea flitted. How long would she stay, until Steve’s mother was home? That bit began to nag at her to make a good impression. She had to. He seemed like a nice person, he had to share that with family, couldn’t he? Peggy certainly hoped so. What about her dragging him to the dance with her? What if Steve’s mum said no? Well… That would be that. There was no use in worrying about that now. Maybe after a movie or two she would be more comfortable. His sofa was, she noted, sitting back in it as she waited for his decision.
Smile still plain across his face, it was hard to bring himself back to worrying about the movie, after that gift. Nonetheless, he set it carefully on the table, noting to put it in a safe place afterwards. Bringing his attention to the movies, he had contemplated over them, looking at each title. He wanted to get through all of them, but he decided, that it would be best, probably, to start with the one they had went over in class.
“W-Well, how about ‘On The Town’..? It sounded really good, from what you said yesterday! I mean, if you want!” He spoke, hoping that would be the right choice. He knew anything with Sinatra in it had to be great, and, he’d enjoy it. Peggy had said that she had seen it, so, he hoped it wouldn’t be bland to her after seeing it already. But, still regaining some confidence from earlier, he decided - if not, they could always change it, right..? He was excited all day for it, and, he’d hoped that maybe, she was looking forward to it, as well.
“If not, we can always switch it, right..?” He said, picking the DVD up. Deciding they should get things started, he opened the DVD player, carefully placing it inside, and shutting it. The sight of the cover, was enough to send him back into excitement. Steve really was looking forward to this. Previews were on, by now, and Steve turned back to look at her. “Oh! Drinks! Right, I almost forgot!” He said, quickly scurrying to the kitchen. Peeking out around the corner, he realized, he hadn’t even asked what she had wanted. “What would you like to drink, by the way?” He noted, with an awkward laugh.
Shuffling through the fridge some, he listed off the different things they had. “We have water, Pepsi, Orange soda… Oh, maybe some Coke, but, I’d have to look…” He said, deciding he’d take a Pepsi for himself. Surprisingly, Steve wasn’t very fond of Coke, so, Pepsi was his soda of choice. However, his mother was partial to Coke. So, they settled for both. Hoping the choices would be alright for her, he decided, to just bring everything out there. A few sodas and water bottles, setting them on the table - so they wouldn’t have to get up during the movie.
“This will just make it easier!” He said, with a smile. Seating himself back onto the couch, he grabbed a Pepsi, pressing play.
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Movie Night. | Steve & Peggy.
The dark flat door opened and a breeze rushed out at her. She fidgeted a moment, blinking in surprise at the boy exhaling. Peggy shuffled her feet in the warm night air. It seemed as if Steve had suddenly stopped functioning and she tilted her head giving him a look of bewilderment as she heard his statement. “Where else would I be?” To soften her reply, she gave a smile. Her steps followed his, standing in the modest foyer, surveying the rooms. The television was much larger than she imagined but everything else was simple with very few ornate things peppering the walls. “It’s perfectly fine,” she mused.
Peggy tried to imagine the boy with his home. She envisioned the small daily activities like readying for school. On cue, she would tilt her head to see what he was mapping out for her to use later. Taking all of it in, she gave him an understanding glance, lowering herself on the sofa beside him a comfortable distance. “Thanks for inviting me. We can get that before the movie,” Peggy answered, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth. Opening her tote, she proceeded to pull out each movie so that they could choose what was first. Her fingers hesitated on the CD, placing the cases on her lap. Her upper body turned to ask him which he wanted when the boy’s nervous voice continued.
Again, she parted her lips to answer him when he continued seemingly burying himself into a deeper hole. “This is really new to you, isn’t it?” she asked, brows furrowed in confusion for a moment then a neutral face. She spread the movies over the coffee table so he could see each cover art. She leaned closer, checking to see his face after such a thing giving a slight laugh, gesturing for him to choose whatever he wanted. “Thank you,” she added, “You don’t look bad yourself.”
Her nervousness melted away. Why had she been so nervous? The cheerleader’s eyes flicked to the CD lying in her tote, teasing her to show. Well, now would be a good time. She felt as though she intimidated Steve. Pulling her hand away then deciding to go through with it, her stomach fluttered again. With a lick of her lips, she held it gingerly, laying it on top of the display of movies. The CD was homemade. The cover was simply a black and white picture, her handwriting sprawled across the side marking that the gift was for him. He probably has these songs already, she scolded, regretting that she even revealed the mix. “I figured…” She was searching for words. “Since you take a liking to Sinatra.”
The pause was too long. Now she realised how Steve must have felt. His comfort zone was much smaller than hers. She crossed her legs, fiddling with a fistful of popcorn, anxiously eating small bits, looking away for a moment pretending to look over their choices.
Steve laughed, sheepishly turning his face, realizing he needed to stop feeling so nervous around her. He figured, it might have put her off. Taking a deep breath, and regaining his thinking to normal, he calmed himself down, reminding himself, that Peggy didn’t seem to mind spending time with him. She’d seemed kind enough in class, and Steve should have felt more comfortable with her, at this point. Then again, his feeling of nervousness didn’t stem from not being comfortable with her - it came from more of, him not wanting to offend, or make her feel awkward at all. Realizing how tense he was, was probably doing just that - he calmed himself down, sinking back into the couch, trying to relax. Things would go great. As long as he didn’t say anything else embarrassing.
His eyes glanced at the different titles she had laid out on the table, excitement once more building. Some he recognized, and had even wanted to see - other’s, he hadn’t even heard of anymore. But, judging by the covers, and Peggy’s movie choice, they’d be excellent. Trying to remember the last time he had sat down and watched movies, he realized, it had been awhile. Especially for ones like this. This putting him a little more at ease, he realized, that there really was no reason to get so worked up over this. Things would be fine! He was having fun in Peggy’s company already, so, what more did he need? So busy thinking, and looking over the movies, he hadn’t even noticed her pull something else out of her bag.
Setting eyes on the CD case, he blinked. Taking a few moments to process this, he paused. “F-For me…?” Steve felt his stomach drop. Ten different things ran through his head at once. First, that he didn’t have anything in return for her. He felt awful. He really should have thought this through! Steve wasn’t used to getting presents. He didn’t get them often from anyone, but - a friend, he didn’t think he ever really did. His face flushed slightly, as he took the case, scanning over it. Sinatra. His favorite. Marked on the cover, was his name, in Peggy’s writing. He noted, that he’d cherish that forever.
“T-Thank you so much, Peggy…” Unsure of what to do, he smiled at her, genuinely grateful for the gift. “This is perfect!” He exclaimed, a little more excited with it. He loved listening to music while he worked on his art, so, the fact she had given this to him, was perfect. He had a feeling, he’d be listening to this every single day from now on. “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you…” He frowned, wondering, what exactly she would like, anyways? Steve decided, he’d find something, and repay her for it. She deserved that much. Still not quite sure how to take all of this in, he even pondered giving her a hug - of all things. But, he decided, that might just give him the push into that asthma attack that was already hanging around the corner.
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Movie Night. | Steve & Peggy.
Peggy felt the knots form in her stomach, snatching each movie she had decided to bring along. They very well could not watch one film and call it a night, could they? Not by her book. It was still early in the evening. It was around three thirty. DVDs under her arm, she also picked up a thin CD jewel case trying to avoid her head buzzing. It was a friendly gesture is all, Peggy tried to justify.
Her make up was routine but she did have a change of clothing now that she was wearing a more relaxed day blue dress. Putting the DVDs in a neat pile in her tote, she rubbed her hands. Damn it, Carter, her inner self scolded. Here she was feeling giddy for no good reason. He was just a nice boy who liked Sinatra. Had she been this distraught speaking to him earlier? If she recalled correctly, she was as calm as could be. Perhaps it was the time being away that got her mind reeling to think.
To tack onto these emotions, Peggy contemplated going to the dance after all. The brunette hoped she could convince Steve to accompany her. It was flimsy at best but the dress dangled from the back hand grip of her car as well as her mask tied neatly around the hanger. Black shoes neatly rested under. Twisting the curls in her hair one last time, she took a final glance at her breezy appearance before taking hold of her bag and saying goodbye to her family lounging in the living room over a comedy flick.
She sucked in a deep breath while she settled in the driver’s seat, looking over the paper in her notebook from class. She had twenty minutes. Peggy was not very familiar with the area. It was a bit far but there was no traffic tonight. At every stop light her eyes darted to the address double checking and when she saw the complex in sight, the girl awkwardly parked in the visitors space nearly hitting the concrete stop.
A simple ride in the elevator and she was on the correct floor, tugging at her bag straps. His mother would not be home, that’s what he told her. Her shoulders lightened at the reminder but she still pursed her lips as her fingertip pushed at the doorbell. A small chime followed then silence.
Steve had sat impatiently at the couch. Still silently hoping she wouldn’t forget about him. If she had, he figured, that would be alright. Steve wasn’t very interesting, anyways. In the back of his mind, he had also thought about the dance scheduled tonight. Maybe, she had ended up deciding to go, after all…? It was not as if she was late, or anything. Steve was just too nervous. This was all new to him. He wasn’t used to people coming over to simply ‘hang out’ and watch movies with him.
Hearing the doorbell ring, Steve nearly jumped out of his seat. Suddenly nervous, he had to swallow, feeling his heart pound in his chest. If he didn’t know better, he probably could have thrown himself into an asthma attack then and there. Slowly shying toward the door, he took a deep breath, answering it.
Once opening the door, he was slightly surprised at how she looked. She looked very nice, to say the least. Steve suddenly felt self conscious about his own looks. Maybe, he should have dressed up more…? He’d hoped she wouldn’t mind. All at once, he was even more nervous, and relieved. At least she hadn’t forgotten about him, or ditched him. That thought made everything worth it. Steve felt that this might be one of the greatest nights of his life. Giving her a bright smile, he decided he should probably say something, besides stand there and gawk. “H-Hey! You made it!” He sounded surprisingly optimistic, Happy more then anything, she hadn’t forgotten him.
“Come in! It’s not much, but, I hope it’s alright for watching movies…” He murmured. Stepping inside, he invited her in, closing the door behind her. Showing her inside, he pointed out were the couch was, and the kitchen, as well as the bathroom that was next to the kitchen. “And, you can sit wherever you want!” He said, unsure of what to do. He wasn’t used to this sort of thing, so he couldn’t tell if what he was doing was correct or not. He gave her a tentative glance, hoping he was doing alright so far. “S-Sorry, I’m not… really used to this…” He mumbled, awkwardly shuffling his feet. Seating himself down on the couch, he smiled lightly once more at her. “I hope everything is alright! And, if you need anything, just let me know?” He said, trying to make her feel welcome.
“We have water, and, a few sodas, if you’d like something…” He trailed off, pausing once more. Waiting for a reaction, he had wondered if it was too much. Steve had a knack for talking too much when he was nervous. Realizing after his pause, there was a silence, he said the first thing that came to mind. “You look really pretty today!” Complimenting her, he frowned. “I-I mean, not like it’s different then any other day. Not to say you’re pretty. I mean you are! But. Not… Yeah.” Stumbling over his own words, he wanted to smack himself. Rogers, you really need to learn how to talk to a girl. Was that… weird? Or was it offensive? He had no idea anymore.
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Movie Night. | Steve & Peggy.
Steve was excited. More then excited. His mother had given the permission for him to have a friend over - and any minute, Peggy Carter would be in his home, watching a movie with him. Steve had no idea how to take this. He had made sure the entire house was spotless. The living room, even more so. He had set out some various snacks, like chips, popcorn, and a few other things. He himself, made sure to look nicer then usual. Not as if this was a date, in the least. Steve might have had a heart attack if that thought ever crossed his mind. He simply wanted to do his best, so, maybe - he’d have an actual friend, for once. One that would spend time over his house frequently.
The layout of the apartment, was simple. From the entrance, to the left, led to the living room - which was quite large. A couch, and a television cabinet, filled with various games and movies and such. Off to the right of that, was the dining room - with a small, four person table. Down the hall a little further, was the kitchen. Small, but it worked. Then, the last room on the right was the laundry room. To the left, was his own bedroom - which was small, and simple. The room next to that, was the ‘work’ room. It had his art supplies, a desk, computer, and some things for his mother’s work. The final, and furthest room, was his mother’s room.
Seating himself on the couch, he waited, excited. Bright smile on his face, he stared impatiently at the clock. Peggy should be here any moment. He had hoped, she wouldn’t forget. He frowned slightly. That thought made his heart drop. “Please don’t forget me…” He murmured to himself.
Fall in. Dress right dress. | Steve & Peggy
“As long as I wouldn’t be a bother,” she replied in all honesty. It was an inconvenience to even out her home as a choice but her gut especially piped up with a hunch it would be a terrible mix. “Should I bring anything else, perhaps?” Peggy thought of the polite options she had in front of her. She could always bring a snack or a baked good. Steve looked like she surely needed to eat more that was definite. She could take hold of a few more movies besides On the Town.
Retrieving a her agenda and a pen, she flipped to the date, leaning on her forearm while she leaned close to write the words on the day’s line. “What time shall we start—and your address?” The cheerleader tilted her head to look at him, awaiting an answer with raised eyebrows. Her pen was pressed and ready to scribble in small print.
Peggy would be lying if she did not say she was excited to be over at someone’s home, especially someone as reserved and nice as her new acquaintance. Their evening would be much more appreciated than any party. It was even more of a deal to her because it was a boy and not girls as it usually was. Peggy did grow up with her brothers and their friends but many male friends, she did not have.
Steve had cheerfully began to tell her his address, giving her directions on were it was. Him and his mother had lived in a two bedroom apartment, but, it was spacious enough. The living room was pretty large, although his mother didn’t spend much time out there, unless they were watching a movie together. Steve did have video games like every normal teen did, but - he didn’t play them very often. He’d much rather draw, paint, or even read.
“Maybe…” Steve paused, going over times in his head. He knew the dance would be that night, but, would that really matter? Deciding after his mother left for work, would probably be best. “Well, Ma leaves for work about an hour after I get home from school. So, maybe, then…? So, she doesn’t bother us.” Letting out a light laugh, the thought of his mother being in the house, was awkward. She’d surely say something to embarrass him.
By this time, class was pretty much over. They had been dismissed, and Steve had already been scrambling his things together, excitement for the next day taking over. “So, I’ll see you around then, tomorrow..?” He said, making sure to confirm it with her. He really couldn’t wait. It seemed like tomorrow was going to be a very, very good day.
Fall in. Dress right dress. | Steve & Peggy
Her smile widened at his disbelief. Even if she wanted to go now, it was not like she really had a date and asking a stranger was a little awkward for her. She had declined people already to top it off. It was pretty obvious for her she was not going. Steve’s nervousness began to rub off on her while she gave a small bite to her lip. The boy sounded hopeful. “I’m sure,” Peggy replied firmly.
Her mind then jumped to the next step. “So, whose house? My home is a little…” She could imagine it now. Steve would step in the house. Her mother would make a fuss constantly offering him drinks or food. Cammie would fall on the seat next to him and incessantly question him. George and Harry would be the true nightmare. The pair would do anything to get under the art boy’s skin. “Chaotic. Would it be all right if it were to be at your house?”
Steve nodded his head, figuring his mother wouldn’t have a problem in the least. Then again, she’d be working. It was one of the reasons Steve had actually CONSIDERED going to the dance, of all things. But, with no one to go with, and dreading the idea of it, he decided against it. He could have a nice, peaceful night at home alone, like usual. Probably painting or something of the sort. Steve was used to spending his nights alone, but, it wasn’t as if he truly enjoyed them. He did hope for some sort of company, every once in awhile.
“My house would be fine! Ma has work, so, she won’t be in to bother us. I’ll let her know you’re coming over, and, I’m sure she’ll be fine with watching a movie.” Steve explained, with a smile. Excited that he was actually planning something for once, he had hoped she’d understand, and not feel put off by it. His mother would think the world was coming to an end, that not only had he invited a friend over for a movie - this friend was a girl. As well as being a cheerleader, but, Steve didn’t have to explain that right away. His mother might have a stroke.
