Behind Closed Doors

October 31st, 1984

Ever since last year, Steve kind of fell out of love with parties like this. He came because he thought Nancy was coming with him, they'd even planned costumes together, but then right as he was about to leave, Nancy called and said she was stuck escorting the kids to go trick-or-treating. It wasn't like they were a couple or anything, just really good friends, and he decided 'fuck it, I'm already in costume, I might as well go'. So that's how he ended up being the awkward guy standing alone at a party.

Right when Harrington showed up, Billy decided to try and impress him. The others told him about the keg stand record, so he broke it in no time at all. However, when Billy and the two other guys - he didn't bother to remember their names - went up to Harrington and told him, he just shrugged and walked away. Billy was kind of shocked, but the freckle-faced asshole just patted him on the back and said,

"Don't worry, Hargrove. Steve just became really fucking boring. You're still badass."

Billy didn't dignify that with a verbal response, just a glare. In all honesty, he hated the whole popularity thing, but you had to keep up appearances in order to stay out of trouble. He didn't want even more bruises than the ones Neil gave him on the regular.

Steve decided to retreat to the bathroom for a bit. Once he took care of business, he looked at himself in the mirror and took off his shades. What had happened since last year to change him? Well, saving a bunch of kids from a crazy cult definitely helped in that, so did dating Nancy, who was purely amazing. He hadn't been King Steve for quite a while now, and he got made fun of for his fall from that title. Honestly, now that he was an outsider looking in, he was glad that he wasn't popular anymore. He was such an asshole before. He sighed and shook his head.

"Really wasn't worth it." He muttered.

Billy had pressed his ear to the door to make sure that it was Harrington in the bathroom. He had no idea what "wasn't worth it" meant, but at least it was a confirmation that he was in there. Now was probably the best time for Billy to make his move. It was also weird, ever since that freckled asshole said Harrington's name, Billy had an urge to use it instead of the last name.

Right when Steve started to wash his hands, the door to the bathroom opened.

"Occupied!" He said with a raised voice.

"I know." A familiar voice said.

Steve looked up in the mirror and saw Hargrove shutting the door behind him. His upper body was still exposed under the leather jacket, he was a bit red in the face (probably from drinking), and his jeans were hung low. The way he was looking at him, it was like Steve was a hot meal he couldn't wait to devour.

"What... what are you doing here?" Steve asked as he turned around.

Billy smirked. Steve looked pretty good in his Greaser costume, hair slicked back, shirt hugging him in all the right places, and the jeans... they hugged his ass and groin just right. Billy would probably jump him right then and there, but he had a mission, and the last thing he needed was a kick in the nuts or a broken nose.

"Isn't it obvious?" Billy asked as he locked the door.

"No..?"

Hargrove crowded Steve against the counter, his body only inches away from the other boy's. Despite being shorter, Hargrove has a presence that made him seem bigger. And damn did that cologne smell good, with hints of beer and cigarettes.

"I've seen you watching me." Billy whispered. "You probably think I didn't notice-."

"Listen, I'm sorry-."

"It's adorable how you're in denial."

Steve was shocked. He thought he was about to get pummeled for acting queer, yet Hargrove seemed to be... into it. He didn't think that was possible, and yet Hargrove was moving closer to him like he wanted to kiss Steve.