Through The Strangest Things || Steve Harrington x Reader

12. Will the Wise

Billy peeled out of our driveway as Jonathan's car pulled in. I waved at him as he parked and got out of the vehicle.

"Hey, (Y/N)," he greeted.

"Hi," I grinned.

We both went inside, only to find all the lights off and the house abandoned.

"Mom?" Jonathan called.

"Will?" I yelled.

We made our way into the hallway, searching for any signs of life anywhere.

"Hello?" my brother said.

"You check Mom's room, I'll check Will's," I told him.

"No way. What if Bob stayed over again and I walk in on something?" Jonathan fretted.

"If he had stayed over again, we would be able to hear them with how quiet this house is right now," I whispered.

He sighed and turned to the other side of the hallway towards Mom's room. I rolled my shoulders back and quietly opened the door to my little brother's room. He and Mom were sleeping soundly on his bed.

Jonathan came out of Joyce's room and I waved him over, putting a finger to my lips, signalling him to be quiet.

He poked his head over my shoulder, taking a look at our mother and our brother. He grinned slightly.

I backed out of the room and closed the door just as quietly as I opened it, heading to my room.

"Goodnight, Jonathan," I whispered before I shut my door behind me and collapsed onto my bed, fully clothed, and fell asleep.

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Basketball practice was mayhem. Billy had asked to take me home again, which meant I had to stay behind and watch him at practice.

But all I was really watching was the beef between him and Steve.

Shoes squeaking and guys yelling was the only sound that filled my ears for the past hour. Someone had successfully managed to pass the ball to Billy, and as soon as he had it he started rubbing it in Steve's face.

"Alright, alright, alright! King Steve, everyone. I like it. Playing tough today," he yelled at him.

Steve crouched down lower to block him better. "Jesus! Do you ever stop talking? Come on!" he yelled back.

Billy didn't even look like he was trying to play the game anymore. He was just dribbling the ball. "What?" he laughed. "You afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I'm here? Huh?"

"Billy stop. Just play the damn game. Your coaches are gonna get mad at you," I mumbled to myself.

As if my words triggered something, Billy shoved past Steve, knocking him to the ground for the third time in the last hour.

He shot a layup and made it, then walked back over to Steve, who was still on the floor. He reached his hand out like he was going to help him up, whispered something to him, and slammed Steve back to the ground.

I jumped off the top of the bleachers, planted my feet, and stood up quickly. Making my way over to the entrance of the boys' shower room, I leaned on the wall next to it, waiting for Billy.

After every other guy had left the room, I took my headphones off and listened to what was going on in the shower room, annoyed at what was taking Billy so long.