Steve getting drunk and crying in the bathroom, believing he will have to break up with Billy because his feelings for Eddie are just too consuming and he doesn't wanna cheat. But he's also so in love with Billy, he doesn't wanna lose witnessing the devotion he sees in those ocean blue eyes.
When he finally wipes his face clean and decides to just go to bed, he waves goodnight to all of his drunk friends sprawled across his living room without even looking up. He goes to his room and flips on the light and is shocked to find Billy and Eddie on his bed. Eddie has his hands shoved up into Billy's curls and Billy has his throat bulging with Eddie's dick.
Steve bursts into tears all over again and the boys freak out. They apologize and argue and make absolute asses of themselves until Steve is able to sob out, "I'm so happy! I thought we'd have to break up!" Billy and Eddie are confused and hopeful and then confused all over again because Steve is wiping his snot across Eddie's palm while holding Billy's half-hard dick in a death grip.
Steve passes out a whole six minutes later and gets to wake up with Billy curled into his left side and Eddie half on top of him on his right. Their hands are all holding onto eachother and Steve smiles and smiles.
Billy's first detention he has gotten in Hawkins and, of course, he sits next to Steve fucking Harrington. Who is the reason Billy is on the edge every day, because he's just too pretty and Billy can't stay away.
He already feels worn thin, but it's even worse. Because the guy behind him is testing his patience every second. Eddie Munson tugs at his hair. Again.
"Wow, is this a perm?"
This guy has a fucking death wish. Billy turns around. Mr. Wilson fucked off ages ago to probably drink a bottle of whiskey and forget about his miserable life, so who's there to stop him?
"Are you fucking serious, freak?" Billy slaps his hands on the table.
Eddie doesn't move. Just grins at him, unfazed, mischief blinking in his eyes.
"It just looks so pretty. Too pretty to be real." He raises his hand, grabbing one of Billy's curls.
"Shut up." Billy blinks. His throat turns dry. Who does Munson think he is?
"Munson is right, you know."
Billy glares at Harrington. He pops a bubblegum, bright pink and oddly enough matching his polo. "Just sayin'."
"Finally we agree on something, Steve," Eddie snickers.
Billy didn't even know these guys were talking. Kings and freaks don't usually cross paths.
Eddie yanks his hair. Hard. It sends a spark down Billy's chest, lighting a little fire in his stomach. He can't move, stands there, sinking into cloud of cotton candy, colored just like Harrington's shirt.
"Not so threatening now anymore, are you?" Eddie asks, a low laugh accompanying his words.
There's another hand stroking his hair, Steve's aftershave tickling his nose.
"Too pretty to be real," Harrington repeats Eddie's words. Billy isn't sure he's even talking to him. He grows warmer.
"You wanna be good for once?" Eddie's voice is soft, a sharp contrast to his fingernails grazing along Billy's scalp.
Billy can't think. Maybe he doesn't have to, for once.