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"Did someone order pizza?" Mrs. Wheeler asked with a raised eyebrow as a pizza van with a sign that reads 'Surfer Boy Pizza' pulled up and stopped before them. They all watched as the residents inside the vehicle came out.
Steve raised an eyebrow as a dude with ridiculously long hair climbed out of the front passenger seat, followed close by Mike, Will, El, and—
"Jonathan..." He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Jonathan's there. Right in front of him. And dear superior force that rules the universe, his hair is gorgeous!
The two groups ran towards each other. Mike ran to his mother's embrace, Will and Eleven to Dustin, and Jonathan to Steve, but they stopped a few inches apart.
"Hi," Jonathan was the first to break the silence, slightly out of breath, but not due to physical exhaustion, it was just Steve's presence that made it hard for him to breathe. Even after years of relationship, his boyfriend still had that breathtaking aura within him.
"Hi," Steve replied shortly after, his voice barely above a whisper. The corner of his lips twitched into a small smile at seeing Jonathan again, in person, after months of being apart, talking through the phone and letters. Now they're here, together. At last. If Mrs. Wheeler weren't near, they'd be hugging and kissing like the world depended on it (and frankly, to them, it kinda does), but this is Hawkins in the 1980s, so best not to take chances, even if Steve's dying to bury his face on Jonathan's neck like he loves doing and Jonathan can't wait to kiss Steve's lips for the first time in months! "Your hair is... Uh, good."
Jonathan chuckled and rolled his eyes fondly at Steve's remark. Oh, he's awful at pep-talking, though Jonathan's not exactly a first-class panelist either.
"Thanks. My mom said it looked like a mop, but I didn't like going to the barber. El said I looked 'Californian,' though."
Steve smiled and nodded his head slightly. Yep, Jonathan looks like a dude from Cali with his hair and that colorful shirt.
"Yeah, you nailed the Californian vibe, Jon," Steve's hand automatically goes for Jonathan's hair, running his fingers against the long and soft strands. How the Hell does Jonathan's hair look so much better than Steve's with little effort?! "So good. Like a puppy's fur."
Jonathan blushes at having his being compared to a puppy's, but he can't hold back a small, albeit generous, and heartfelt smile from creeping into his lips. "Thanks, but yours is still better than mine."
"Nu-uh, dude! Yours is so... Fluffy, soft, and nice like it's made of silk..."
"Okay, that's enough, Steve. I get it, my hair's cool." Jonathan cuts him off, rolling his eyes, knowing Steve's most likely to ramble non-stop about his hair. When Jonathan looks up at Steve's face again, their eyes meet instantly, and at that moment, they both shared the same thought - screw it!
Steve leaned forward, enveloping his arms around Jonathan's waist and burying his face on Jonathan's neck. Jonathan does the same, wrapping his arms around Steve's shoulders and resting his head on his right shoulder, having to stand on his tip-toes.
"I missed you," Jonathan whispers to Steve's ear, making his boyfriend chuckle.
"I missed you too. Hawkins' not the same without you," Steve replied, his voice slightly muffled by the fabric of Jonathan's shirt.
Steve removed his face from the crook of Jonathan's neck to rest his forehead against his. "Welcome back, babe."
Jonathan smiles in return, moving his hand to gently caress Steve's cheek. "Feels good to be back, babe."
When their lips connect for the first time in months, the universe stops moving, like every star and nebula stopped to watch the two boyfriends kiss. And frankly, they should, because Steve and Jonathan are meant to be together. Always.