(Your POV)

I was dressed in my usual outfit, when Donna showed up at my door.

"You look good." I said. "You too, shall we go?" she asked.

"We shall." I said.

At the movie, me and Donna sat on the roof of her car while munching on popcorn and sucking on soda.

"If I could be with any of the weasels, I'd go with Smarty." said Donna. "I'd go with Greasy." I said.

"Why? He's so gross." Donna remarked, grimacing when Greasy reached his hand into Jessica Rabbit's cleavage.

"Hi guys, what movie's showin'?" asked Steven. "Hyde? What are you doing here?" asked Donna. "Corrupting my liver with beer, man." said Steven. "Did you just call him 'Hyde'?" I asked.

"That's what they call me, I've been referred to by my last name since I was a kid." said Steven taking a sip of beer.

I shrugged my shoulders and continued eating my popcorn.

After the movie, Bob drove us home. "Thanks, for the fun night." I said. "Anytime." he said. "I'm goin' over to Eric's, have a goodnight." said Donna.

"Who's Eric?" I asked. "Donna's on again off again boyfriend, wanna know a secret? They haven't even done 'it' yet." said Steven.

"Wow, well goodnight" I said. "You too but, I don't wanna go home." he said in a solemn voice. "Do you want to stay at my house tonight?" I asked.

"Thanks. My mom's in one of her moods, which is why I showed up at the movies earlier, and why I don't wanna go back there." said Steven. "Anytime." I said opening my front door to see my dad watching football on the TV.

"Hey, Y/N, you're 30 minutes early or whatever." he said while his eyes and attention were glued to the game.

"Dad, this is Steven Hyde, he doesn't want to go home so can he stay here for the night?" I asked.

"Sure, whatever." said dad. "And since the guest bedroom is being used for storage at the moment, can he sleep in my room?" I asked.

"Sure, whatever." said dad. I pumped my fist and dragged Steven up to my bedroom. "You'll sleep on the bottom bunk, and I get the top one" I said. "Thanks again for letting me stay here." said Steven. "No problem" I said while uniting the laces on my corset boots.

"Hey, why is there padding on the bottom of the top bunk?" asked Steven.

"My older and adopted sister, Angie, used to suffer from nightmares after being traumatized by her birth parents locking her in the closet for hours on end. So we padded the bottom so when she woke up, she wouldn't bang her head, even though it got more and more hilarious every time." I said while starting to laugh my head off. Steven chuckled.

"So where's Angie now?" he asked. "In college." I said, changing into my pjs: A black T-Shirt with the Bugs Bunny on it and dark blue sweatpants.

I turned off the lights, got into bed, and went to sleep. But a few hours later, at around 11:30pm, I woke up to hear Steven panting and whispering 'no...no...no'.

"You ok down there, buddy?" I asked. "I...I...I..." was all that came out, he was breathing so heavily that he couldn't make out any words. "Come on, Steven get out of bed for a second" I said. We climbed out, I looked into Steven's brown eyes which practically shrieked with sheer terror. "I know what you need, a hug" I said as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

Steven froze and his body went stiff. I was sensing a fight-or-flight response in him, but I kept hugging him, knowing that was what he needed right now. "Stop" whispered a voice.

"Was that you or my conscious?" I asked. "Just.....s-st-stop." said the voice. "Now, I know that's you." I said, still hugging Steven. "JUST PLEASE STOP!" he yelled. "Ok, ok jeez." I said getting back into bed.

"Sorry." said Steven.