ECHOES OF SILENCE: A STEVE RANDELL FANFICTON

A/N: I've never written a Steve fanfic so I hope you guys like. & this only came to me when I was bored & listening to the song 'Echoes Of Silence' by The Weeknd. Review.

Chapter 1:

"Steve, get off the telephone! It's closing time," hollered Sodapop and I groaned.
I heard her giggle and could imagine her biting her lip playfully. "You can come over if you want... No one's home," she hinted and I swore I heard her slightly moan at the thought of just us two alone. I cleared my throat and noticed Soda was outside waiting. "C'mon Steve," she pleaded. "My body's dying..." I gripped the counter as I stood from the stool. "Just think of me doing whatever your-" She laughed, "Heart desires. I caught the real meaning behind heart and turned off the lights quickly.

"Give me ten minutes. Fifteen tops," I spoke and hung up. Jumping over the counter, Soda laughed as I almost slipped. But I didn't care, right now all I could think about was my hands on Janie, her lips on my- I locked up the shop and got in the car.

"Steve, you okay down there?" Soda joked and I looked down at my crotch getting bigger every second and cursed under my breath. At least it's my buddy and not Two-Bit, I thought as I tried to focus on the road. I was probably going twenty over the speed limit but I was known for that. Soon enough, I stopped the car in front of the Curtis brothers' house and glared at Soda to get out. He took his god damn time (or that's how I felt it went) and grinned as I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. "Where you going in such a hurry?" he asked with that smirk of his. No point in lying, he'd find out eventually wether it was from me or not.

"Janie's." He chuckled and waved me off, a bright tint on my cheeks. It wasn't easy to make me blush but damn did Soda have his way of just looking at you. As quickly as I'd gotten to Soda's, I doubled it and got to Janie's in a flash. Running up the stairs of her porch, I could feel my manhood rub against my boxers and pants and I fought to hold back a moan. Before I could even knock on the door, she pulled me inside and attatched my lips to hers.

I didn't even notice when my shirt and pants had come off as I was seated on the leather couch her parent's had bought a few months back. Her hips grinded into me and I could tell she'd never done this before, it was sloppy. But it turned me on nonetheless. My hands led to her back, trying to undo her bra hook but she stopped me by standing up. I thought she was going to lead me to her room but her look of sadness and confusion stopped me.

"Talk to me," I half-whisper, half-order. She turns away, her long black hair moving with her almost naked body. I couldn't help but notice a tattoo on her lower back. It read: 'Gold' in fancy cursive. I stood behind her then, breathing down her neck and my hands holding her waist, my thumbs running over the ink on her. Later I'd find out it wasn't her last tattoo. "Tell me what you're feeling."

I was growing low on patience and my erection was hurting now. I wanted it gone. Another few minutes passed without a word between us and I couldn't take it anymore. I began to put my pants on and I heard her turn and face me. "You don't need to go."

I scoffed and stood, slipping on my muscle shirt and then DX uniform. "Don't pretend like you didn't know how this would end up princess," I smirked and began to pull my shoes on. I looked up at her small yet curvy figure, her arms around her waist and that lustful stare in her eyes. She was biting her lip badly and I swear she would've started bleeding if I hadn't stopped it.

I kissed her and pulled her the closest I could to me. She gave into my pleading tongue and let me enter her mouth. Where this girl learned how to kiss so good, I wasn't sure. I mean, for a fifteen year old, she was very... experienced. Soon just kissing wasn't enough for me and I groped her butt earning a yelp from her. I smiled into the kiss and she broke away, pushing me towards the front door. I looked at her shocked, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"GO!" she screamed at me and I winced. Yeah, I taken a lot of bull from a lot of people but being hollared at my a broad, that was strange. At least when it was in a serious way. "LEAVE STEVE!"

I lost it. "You knew that talking dirty to me on the phone would get me here! We both wanted to do this but can tell that you're scared!"

"I thought there was more to us than just flirting!" she yelled back.

"God Janie! You're such a-"

"Masochist," she finished under her breath. I didn't know or care what the word meant. She was the one with the brains (or so I thought). The thinking had calmed me down and I leaned against the door.

"Why?" I asked and wiped my forehead full of sweat. "Why would you call me and leave me like this?" I gestured towards my eager friend and she blushed.

A sigh escaped her precious lips and I longed for them again. "I like the thrill. Nothing's gonna make me feel this real. So baby, please don't go home." She took slow steps towards me, testing the waters. "I don't wanna spend tonight alone." I stopped staring at her body as she undid her bra hook and heard the piece of clothing hit the floor. "Steve, please... End your night with me." I turned to open the door but her hand was over mine in a heartbeat. I tried to breath slower. "Don't you leave me all behind."

She was naked now. I couldn't help but stare and her hands led mine in places unthinkable. A small moan escaped her lips as I held her breasts tightly and she kissed me again.

My subconscious screamed at me. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, No, no, no,no,nononononononononononononono no... oh God yes... yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyesyesyessssssss ssss.

Finally giving in, I laid her on the soft couch and ran a hand down her sides. She bit my lip this time. I was going to regret this later, I knew it. But I'd save that for later.