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new beeginnings

A/N sorry for not posting in like four months or somewhere around there, didn't know where to take this story but i do now so we're good

 
  Steve walked up the stairs slightly stressing cause oh my god, this was not a good idea. Billy Hargrove was not a good idea. He'd just make you felt things you haven't felt in a while and then walk out, leaving you a dumb lonely mess.

  It's not like you can kick him out, I mean you totally can and should probably, but you're not going to.

  Steve passed back and forth in front of the sink and mirror in front of him. He already told Billy he'd help him so he needs to keep to his word at least. And most importantly, do not let Billy have him like putty in his hands. No matter how good he looks.

  Steve makes up his mind and just gonna handle thins like he does everything else with little knowledge and hopefulness. He grabs the first aid kit from the bottom cabinet, nestled in between a few bottles of cleaning supplies.

  He goes down the stairs with his head raised high and steps slightly slow and cautious. He speed up after the thoughts of Billy lying dead on his couch. Instead of finding a half dead Billy, he found something way worse.

   A drunk and continuously drinking Billy. His sneaky ass had somehow made his way into Steve's father's office and grabbed, what looked like, all he could fit with his at the moment of liquor bottles, meaning the boy had about six with him shoved in his hand and some in the waist band of his pants.

"What the fuck, Billy, I've been gone for like ten minutes?", I say coming up to him, taking the bottle out of his hands.

"Watch out, Stevie, or you might get a hand full of something unexpected if you keep feeling me up like that.", he says smirking at me, making me stop immediately.

He chuckles and goes back to drinking. "Nope, nope. Stop, drinking doesn't solve your problems, Billy".

"Doesn't mean it doesn't help.", he replies laying back on the couch groaning a bit when his back makes contact with it.

"Slow down. You're gonna end up hurting yourself more than you already are.", I sit down beside him and grab the kit, opening it up.

I grab the wet washcloth and press it against his face, earning a groan and a quick 'fuck you' and then he was pretty much silent, except for a few hisses here and there.

I did the best I could for most of the cuts weren't deep enough to need stitches and the ones that did were tapped in bandages. Billy is gonna be pissed once he sees the Star Wars themes bandaids that cover the lot of his face. He had to stock up on them a few weeks ago and taking Dustin to get anything with you, was never a good idea.

By the time, I was done getting all the wound on his face bandaged, or the best I could bandage him, he had already finished off [the amount of wine that yada yada yada], he was pink in the face and slightly stumbling and slurring his words.

I was about to remove his shirt to access the damage there, but before I could he grabbed my hands and dragged me down close to him. I was so close to him, I was practically laying on his lap. Fun.

"S-Steve, Steve. We should- we should just at get out of here. Run off and never return. We could go everywhere- anywhere- we wanted.", he said stammering and pulling me closer to him.

"Billy, you're drunk and hurt. You don't know what you're talking about. We're not gonna run away.", I say trying to pull away from him, but his grip tightened.

"Stevie, I'm hardly even tipsy. More like slightly buzzed, hardly, a little bit, slightly. And you should want to leave with me, y-you're life sucks.", he starts quietly laughing.

"Yeah. Why would you want to stay? You're girlfriend was stolen by the local freak, who she cheated on you with. You're only friends are a bunch of, like twelve year olds, who use you as a taxi. And you're parents-."

"First of all, their thirteen. Dustin's going to turn fourteen and a few months. Secondly, fuck you. Like you're life is any better. You have no room to talk. And where would we even go, if we did hypothetically go, which we're not. By the way.", I push away from him, finally getting off of him.

"Wherever the fuck we wanted to. You have all the money in the world. You're parents are absent enough that they wouldn't notice until someone called them so many times they would actually have to acknowledge your existence.", he said slightly sobering up and then taking another sip.

"Sure, maybe for a while until one of the kids or Nancy or Jonathan told hopper I hadn't been heard from in days. They would probably think I was in the u- they would probably think I was dead or kidnapped.", I said knowing that Dustin would probably call one day and if wasn't there he'd make everyone go on a man hunt. And especially Nancy since she liked acting like she was my babysitter.

"People would probably realize was gone, but they would expect it. No missing persons report or anything. Would they would realize you were missing, they would probably think that I killed you and ran off.", he says laughing.

I begin laughing with him since it's most likely true since what most people around here think about him. He moves towards me, grabbing my arms and pulling me towards him.

  "Billy, stop. What are you doing?", he acknowledges me saying this, but still pushes forward, continuing his act.

   I struggle trying to pull away from  him, wow, even a slightly drunk Billy Hargrove is no match for me.

He carries his weight on to me so that I'm underneath him while he holds himself up with his arms, that are pushing my hands down.

What do I do? What do I do! Billy is a firecracker, you never know when he's gonna go off and when he does... it's noticeable. I'm not gonna just let his hulk over me.

I attempt to push him off again by shaking upwards, but he just pushes himself lower so he's basically laying onto of me. Our noses are basically touching at this point.

I've never noticed how blue his eyes are until now. They are light blue blue with hints of gray, reminding of the beginning of a storm, beautiful, but dangerous. Something I wanna get caught on and on until the winds die down.

He puts on of his hands onto the side of my face. Its warmth radiates onto my face and makes me move into his hand. His hand halts its movements, going from rubbing his fingers on the beginning of my neck with his thumb to a startled stop.

He looks me directly in the eyes making me wanna look away, but I just couldn't. It was important. I wanted to hold this moment forever, even though it was making me sweat slightly.

Billy moves down quick and pushes his face into mine, but surprisingly like all the kisses we've had, this isn't harsh and bruising. It's light and warm.

Sorry it's so short I knew I had to update soon: 🐝