always ten feet below

Steve’s door is still cracked open, but he opens the window anyway. Cool air rushes into the room, along with the general smell of Eddie: cigarette smoke, cheap body spray, and maybe just a little bit of weed. If Steve gets butterflies just from that, he’ll never admit to it.“What the hell are you doing?” he whispers.“What do you think? Rescuing the princess from her tower.”Steve stares.Eddie grins. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.”Steve’s stare moves into glaring territory.“Okay, seriously, you gotta let me in. My hands are going numb, man. If I fall through this window, someone is going to call the police and I’m for sure gonna get arrested.”Or: Once upon a time, Steve climbed up to Nancy’s window to sneak in behind her parents’ back. He wasn’t expecting Eddie to do the same for him.