Who: Steph and Dash theplaya What: Dash is coming home late Where: Their place When: The night of Chase's party Warnings: TBD Status: Closed; Ongoing
While Steph wasn't exactly a stranger to boys who liked to cause trouble, she wasn't entirely sure how to handle a modern boy who did. They were different than the kids she'd grown up with. Different than the kind of troublemaker Bucky had been. Dash was an entirely different sort of trouble, and she'd known it from the moment she'd met him. But she could tell he had a good heart, that he wasn't a bad kid - just that perhaps he didn't mind bending rules. Not that she could blame him. She wasn't entirely a saint herself in that department.
That he was sick had tugged at her heartstrings, made her feel the need to take him in and watch out for him, make sure he was being taken care of. That he had everything he needed to remain comfortable and out of the hospital.
Steph could thank her own experiences when she'd been younger for that, because she knew exactly what it was like to be unwell. So far, she thought she'd been handling things well, and she hadn't thought much of it when he'd said he was going out with his friends. But then minutes ticked by, turning into hours before he finally got home. Steph had been worried about him, wondering if something had happened to him, if maybe he'd had the same kind of attack he had as the day he'd arrived. When she finally heard the door open, she was on her feet in an instant, frowning at him as he walked into the room. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked, trying her best not to slip into a reprimanding tone, even though she wanted to. "Just real quick before you head to bed?"