Us
Title: Us
Fandom: The Outsiders
Characters: Steve Randle/Evie
Prompt: Table 2//01. OTP
Word Count: 269
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Random snippets from different points in their relationship. Beta'd by blindedxxfalcon
1.
At sixteen, Evie wasn’t exactly sure what love was. Yet as she watched Steve Randle - bent over the open hood of his car, wiping the sweat off his brow with one greasy hand, a wrench in another - she was sure that what she felt at that moment was damn close.
2.
I’ll wait for you.
That’s what she said whenever he talked about fighting in the war. That’s what she had said when he came to her house, clutching his draft notice in one hand. That’s what she said when he boarded the bus for boot camp. That’s what she said in almost all her letters to him.
So while Steve fought in the hot, sticky, lush jungle of Vietnam, Evie cleaned tables in back in Tulsa, waiting for him to come back.
3.
He was undoubtedly different, but underneath all of that he was still Steve. He didn’t like to talk about Vietnam, so Evie didn’t make him. Whatever happened to him out there, whatever changed him, was a mystery to her. Steve stayed out later, disappeared for hours, and drank a lot more. For her part, Evie just pretended like nothing changed, convinced that her Steve would find his way back.
4.
It was almost hard not to hate him. Evie knew that she should, for everything Steve put her through, for ripping apart their fragile family. Whenever she dropped Crystal and Jason off at his house, they’d hardly talk. That didn’t matter, though. All it took was a look; each time the unsaid words hanging heavily and hazardous in the silence between them.
I still love you.
Fandom: The Outsiders
Characters: Steve Randle/Evie
Prompt: Table 2//01. OTP
Word Count: 269
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Random snippets from different points in their relationship. Beta'd by blindedxxfalcon
1.
At sixteen, Evie wasn’t exactly sure what love was. Yet as she watched Steve Randle - bent over the open hood of his car, wiping the sweat off his brow with one greasy hand, a wrench in another - she was sure that what she felt at that moment was damn close.
2.
I’ll wait for you.
That’s what she said whenever he talked about fighting in the war. That’s what she had said when he came to her house, clutching his draft notice in one hand. That’s what she said when he boarded the bus for boot camp. That’s what she said in almost all her letters to him.
So while Steve fought in the hot, sticky, lush jungle of Vietnam, Evie cleaned tables in back in Tulsa, waiting for him to come back.
3.
He was undoubtedly different, but underneath all of that he was still Steve. He didn’t like to talk about Vietnam, so Evie didn’t make him. Whatever happened to him out there, whatever changed him, was a mystery to her. Steve stayed out later, disappeared for hours, and drank a lot more. For her part, Evie just pretended like nothing changed, convinced that her Steve would find his way back.
4.
It was almost hard not to hate him. Evie knew that she should, for everything Steve put her through, for ripping apart their fragile family. Whenever she dropped Crystal and Jason off at his house, they’d hardly talk. That didn’t matter, though. All it took was a look; each time the unsaid words hanging heavily and hazardous in the silence between them.
I still love you.