steve—robinson:

ava-macpherson:

Ava placed a hand on Steve’s shoulder, letting him hold the other in his with a content smile across her lips. “Who needs music?” She replied, her eyes catching his with every intent of holding his gaze. “Unless you’d like to sing for me, in which case, be my guest! That’s just another thing to compliment you on.” She teased, her smile fading into more of a smirk. The two moved in sync in silence for a moment, the taste of vodka still lingering on Ava’s lips, not that she was complaining.

“Good point,” She agreed with a nod, biting the corner of her lip for a moment as she contemplated the thought. “Slow dancing is fine by me, besides, you seem like you’ve already got it down.” She squeezed his shoulder gently before loosening her grip and following his lead. Dancing like this was somehow relaxing. They moved in small circles, repeating it one time, then another and so on. A thousand questions ran through Ava’s mind but she chose only one to ask, the least interesting of them all, “Why are you so nice?” She asked, not that he needed a particular reason but the only time any guy had been truly nice to her was when they wanted something so she figured it couldn’t hurt to try and get an answer out of him. Steve was strange, not in a bad way though. He was just different than the people Ava was used to which was a pleasant change. Ava could feel herself nearly tripping over her own feet, stopping the movement for a minute to gain her balance back and then moving along with Steve again. Somehow she felt an odd sort of comfort from him, one she wasn’t used to and she wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad. Ava didn’t trust people easily, especially after her friends, the people she had trusted the most, left her for dead.

Steve laughed a little at the thought—and frankly, kind of embarrassing—of singing. He shook his head. “Nah, nah, I’ll save you the blood that would literally start pouring out of your ears if I did.” Then he thought quickly. “Actually… that wouldn’t be a true compliment. You’d never compliment me on singing if you heard me sing… so you’re never going to hear me sing anyways… so that compliment doesn’t even count.” He smirked, sounding a bit childish, but it was fun to goof a bit about the little things. Steve got an idea—to goof off some more—and took Ava’s other hand so he was holding them both, and he started pulling one and pushing the other, slowly, normally, until he made the movements big and exaggerated—to be funny. He even would bend his legs in a funny way, twisting them a bit. Why not just have fun, right?

He started laughing at himself. Steve loved being really dorky. That was him, and he was just like that, too. “Oh,” he stated, thinking about the answer to her question. He sighed. “Well, my dad was a gentleman. He taught me how to be one. And… I’m just like that. I see no reason to be… mean or unpleasant to someone if I haven’t gotten to know them. You should treat everyone kindly whether they’re good to you or not.” He’d always believed that. Even when someone was honestly being annoying or rude in the worst of ways, Steve would always answer calmly and he never really raises his voice unless he’s telling someone to run for their life. Steve chuckled a bit as he noticed that Ava was a bit off on her feet. “Ready?” Steve said, raising his eyebrows. He didn’t wait for Ava answer as he picked her up again and twirled her around. “Da da da,” he sang, laughing and putting her down again. “Hope you’re not too dizzy.” Steve took her hand again and placed his other on her waist once more, smiling with a genuine happiness. He swayed a bit as he thought of something else. “You could stand on my feet… so you don’t trip.” 

Ava crinkled her nose, scrunching her brows playfully at his words that counteracted her own. “If you want to get technical…” She teased with a roll of her eyes, then setting them back on him. She was enjoying the pace of the slow dance without a doubt but that changed quickly when Steve began to play with their arms and sure enough, his legs. Ava couldn’t hold back a laugh that rose from her lungs and broke from her lips. She tilted her head downward, a quark of her brows as she moved her arms with his; one back and the other forward. Lifting one of Steve’s arms, Ava spun herself under, her body travelling away from his for a moment as their hands stayed linked but their arms extended. She was having a great time, even with something so small as dancing. It was a big deal for Ava considering the unfortunate turn of events she had experiences lately.

Ava appreciated Steve’s reasoning, it made absolute  sense and to be quite honest, she had the same mind set around that. Ava was never one to be cruel without a good reason, and she really wasn’t. The difference between her and most people was that she was simply picky about the people she decided to talk to and befriend. Slowly, that was changing. Ever since she had arrived in the Murder House, Ava had made sure to let down her walls a bit. She was more outgoing than she normally would have been and while usually only talking to people with a reason in mind, the reasoning for being friendly to the fellow ghosts was simple and never changed. If she was going to be spending eternity with them, why cause any more problems then necessary? It wasn’t that she was stuck up, she was just an introverted person and had her guard up twenty-four seven. She chose the people she talked to wisely, or used to anyway. Ava couldn’t help but smile widely as Steve picked her up, she laughed aloud, clutching his shoulders tightly for a moment and then releasing him from her grip. Her arms spread out like a bird, feeling free and carefree before Steve brought her back down to Earth. “Wow!” She mused, what a rush! She felt Steve secure his hand on her petite waist once again, she felt safe with him. Like he wouldn’t be one to screw her over—then again, she had felt that way with her last group of friends. Ava didn’t know what to think, getting lost in her head for a minute when Steve’s voice snapped her back to reality, “Are you sure? I might hurt you.” She warned.