The picture above has nothing to do with this one-shot but I love it.

You were spending a night at Steven's house since you were friends and totally not in love with him. I mean, who would be in love with a sexy beast with a loving heart. Anyways, you were on the couch with Steven next to you. Your legs were clad in vertically stripped pajama pants were hanging off the arm of the couch. "Steven." "(Y/N)." He replied in a serious tone.
"Shut up. We need popcorn to start this fuckin' movie." You lifted your head for his lap, making your way to the kitchen, him following. You searched the cupboards for a bowl and popcorn kennels. Once you found some, Steven was on the counter, legs crossed, looking down at you. "Peasant." He mocked in a playful manner, looking at you in disgust. "Puny king." You shot back, standing up, and throwing the bag of popcorn into the microwave. The timer rings on the microwave a minute later.
You  opened the bag of popcorn after it cooled and threw a handful at Steven.
"Hey!" He yelled, throwing a handful back at you. This went on for a few minutes before he started eating the popcorn. "Let's play truth or dare." You nodded. "I call first."

"So, Y/N truth or dare?" He sat in the floor, criss-cross, his head in his hands, waiting for your answer. You grabbed a handful of popcorn shoving it in your mouth, making him wait.
"Truth." You said.

"Do you like me?" He asked.

"What the..." you yelled, throw popcorn at him. You laughed, while having a popcorn fight.

"Anyway, can I help you get ready for tomorrow?" He said quickly. You nodded. You like when he picked your outfit, did your makeup and nails. Three less things you had to worry about. Besides the band loved you, and your ass as well.

You ran upstairs into your bedroom. Yes one of the rooms in his house was yours. You grabbed nail polish, then someone grabbed you from behind. Unlike Steven, his arms were strong, and his tan skin was glowing.

"Need some help?" Steven came into the room. "Joe?"

Ahh, yes Joe. He pulled away, shifting weirdly, and stuffing his hands in his jean pockets. You turned to see this all, Steven looked disgusted. And Joe looked like a little kid, just blamed by his brother. The toxic twins looked at you.

"Let's just have a sleepover, together okay?" You said, trying to cut the mood. They nodded. This was going to be fun as fuck.