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#i just found this unfinished from like idk back in september or the summer??? i can't remember
hephaestn · 2 months
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Steve doesn’t really know why he’s agreed to this. Well, he does know. He needed to escape Hawkins, anyhow, and Billy had given him an opportunity—kind of. 
They aren’t best friends, they aren’t even friends—they tolerate each other at best. Steve knows Billy’s ‘you should come down to California and visit me someday’ had been pure courtesy but Steve was suffocating at his parent’s house, he wanted nothing else but to be as far as possible from everything and everyone—so he took it as a literal invite. 
And so here he was, rotting away in a small, old flat in Chula Vista, about to, probably perish away and die from a heatstroke at the sweet age of twenty-one. 
Steve grunts to himself, he’d kill for something icy cold right now but he doesn’t wanna get up from this filthy couch—and especially, he doesn’t want to enter the kitchen while Billy and that dark-haired neighbor of his do God-knows-what in there. 
But he’s so hot. 
Fuck it. Fuck Billy and fuck his neighbor. 
Steve gets up from the squeaky leather couch in a clumsy move. He can hear their muffled voices as soon as he takes a few steps. She’s giggling at something Billy’s said, Steve can’t make out the what—Billy’s voice is low, reverberating through the walls. Ugh. 
The flimsy, old kitchen door creaks as Steve pushes it open. He doesn’t even want to look at them but it’s kind of impossible not to when this is, like, the tiniest kitchen he’s seen in his entire life and they’re right there by the small window. 
Billy’s smile fades when he lays eyes on Steve. The girl has turned to look at him too, and Steve suddenly feels like a lion trapped at a zoo, gazed at by stupid, brainless spectators—which is exactly what these two are to him at this exact moment. Stupid tans and perfect bodies, smoking by a dirty, pigeon-shat window, giggling and flirting and whatever. 
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