#no one can deny the classic hits of ateens even eddie

[starrystevie]

currently thinking about steve harrington, pop music lover and abba enthusiast, discovering a*teens in the early 2000's.

he's a high school teacher and the kids introduce him to 'bouncing off the ceilings' which, quite frankly, takes a few listens to grow on him. it's high pitched, high energy, and too much to listen to on a grainy boombox at 8am. but on the fifth or so play of if, he finds himself tapping his toes to the beat and humming along.

it seems like a no brainer to stop at the store on his way home and pick up the cd, 4 bright and smiling faces peering up at him from the cd case, the name 'a*teens' big and bold across the top. he listens to it in the car, a little bit impressed the further the tracks go on, and brings it inside to finish listening to as he cooks dinner.

when eddie gets home, coveralls covered in grease and hair pulled back in a low ponytail, he stops in his tracks at the music. steve turns around wondering where his daily kiss on the cheek after work is only to see eddie standing in the doorway with his face scrunched up.

"what the hell are you listening to?" eddie asks, condescension lacing his tone. steve rolls his eyes and turns the music up louder on the remote, flashing eddie a cheeky smirk.

"something the kids were listening to today. i think it's pretty catchy."

he turns back around to tend to the ground beef on the stove while eddie finally comes into the kitchen to wash his hands and give steve his well-deserved kiss. the cd is sitting on the counter and eddie picks it up, fake gagging at the cheesy lyrics spilling out of the sound system.

"stevie, even for you this is... bad," he says as he casually flips through the cd jacket, reading over the over-processed lyrics and photos of the teen stars. steve's about to defend himself when eddie perks up, a half grin on his face and shoves the booklet into steve's face.

"can i help you-?" steve squaks out and eddie points quickly at a line in the back of the pages. "-what?"

"look," he whines, slamming his finger into the page once more. "read."

formed in 1998, a*teens consists of members amit, dhani, marie and sara. as an official cover band of the swedish pop group abba, make sure you grab their first album the abba generation with hits like "mamma mia" and "dancing queen"!

steve turns to look at eddie, his mouth open just slightly in shock, disbelief flooding through him. "no fucking way. no wonder i like them."

eddie laughs and sets the cd case down, wrapping his arms around steve from behind and pressing kisses to the back of his neck. the two stand in the kitchen laughing and swaying to cheesy pop songs blaring on their too nice speaker system while the ground beef in the pan almost burns.

later that night when they're in bed and trying to fall asleep, steve can feel eddie humming where he's cuddled up against his chest. the notes sound similar and when steve can finally place it, he presses his smug grin against eddie's shoulder.

"told you it was catchy."