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Rock Music and Fur Coats

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•And uh yeah so here we go then...

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Billy was known for being a hot head and the king of Hawkins but what he wasn't known for was how good of a student he was. Excelling in his classes came with little to no effort. Not only was it second nature for him, it was something that he had to do in order to keep his dad off his back and not be kicked off sports. Well, it got him into some advanced classes he liked to keep it under the radar because, well, he was the king and not some wise-ass know-it-all who got their books knocked out of their hands or something worse. So when his teacher assigned him to tutor y/n Byers he wanted to keep it as low key as he could to which she was fine with, even suggesting that they go to her dad's place to work, which turned out to be a lot more of a learning experience for Billy then her.

Standing by his car waiting for Max, Billy smoked a cig well y/n fidgeted with the thick belt on her waist-high blue jeans before digging her hands into the pockets of her waist-long baby blue fur coat and beginning to rock on the heels of her black wedged boots making a click-clack sound as she did so. Much to Billy's annoyance.

"Can you fucking quite it?" He asked a little too harshly.

"Oh uh, sorry." y/n said as she stopped her movements and just stood still on her feet, pulling on the ends of her black long sleeve top that come out a bit farther out then the sleeves of her jacket.

Reaching them Max skated to halt, reaching down and picking up her skateboard she looked at the two of them with suspicion. She recognized y/n from her time hanging out with the gang and she couldn't figure out why the perky, shy, artsy, out there, over the top y/n would be anywhere near her low life stepbrother. The two of them together made an odd pair.

Y/n smiled at the young girl. "Hey Max." she said slightly glad that she interrupted the awkwardness between her and Billy.

Max nodded towards y/n acknowledging her presence "Y/n"

Rolling his eyes Billy, already irritated that Max was late, hurried them into the car before throwing his cig on the pavement and getting in himself. With everyone seated in the car, Billy wasted no time in speeding out of the parking lot. Whilst the Camaro flew down the streets of Hawkings a particular song came on that Billy had heard one too many times, so he turned it down. Only to have y/n turn it back up within a few seconds.

Shocked that someone touched his radio Billy looked at her before asking "What the hell are you doing?"

Trying to seem unfazed by his sudden outburst and lack of composer Y/n shrugged "it's a good song" Billy dryly chuckled at this.

"What?" She asked crossing her fur-clad arms over her chest as her confidence grew.

Billy shrugged with one shoulder "Nothing you just don't seem like the type to like that sort of stuff"

Dropping her arms she gave him a look "what's that supposed to me?"

"Just" he began in a slightly higher pitch then his normal voice, "I don't know rock doesn't seem like something someone like you would be into."

Y/n huffed "excuse you but I'll have you know I love a good rock song just as much as I love a new fur coat."

"Really?" Billy smirked to himself "So what you like Zepplin, AC/DC, Aerosmith, Pink Floyd?"

"Ya, I mean I like a good pop song but rock is where it's at." She explained well Billy nodded along stealing a quick glance at her before turning back to the road. Taking his silence as a sign to continue she said "Ratt and Bon Jovi are also pretty good although, personally, I'm not really that into Pink Floyd" a comment that made Billy huff. Now it was Y/N turn to question him.

"What?"

"You say you're a rock fan but don't like Pink Floyd." Y/n stopped him there cutting him off before he could say another sentence. "Hey I didn't say 'I didn't like them' they have SOME good music I just don't see all the hype. I like stuff like Queen or Motley Crue more."

Naming two of his favorite bands Billy's ears perked up "Motley Crue?"

"Ya," she smiled "I like a good Motley Crew song but sometimes I'll be in the mood for something a little different and put on some AC/DC or a classic Doors vinyl on my record player.

"The Doors? That's an old one" Billy commented

"Old doesn't mean bad William" she contradicted.

Max, who had been listening in the back seat already surprised by how the two got along, held her breath. Having already touched his radio Y/n had a strike and Max was sure there was no way Billy would let the use of his first name slide. No one called Billy by his first name. Expecting the conversation to turn bitter quick, Max braced her self.

Instead, he did something that surprised Max. Billy smiled. Nothing too big but just a small genuine smile that left Max shocked and y/n, who wasn't aware of how strange it was for him to do that, returned the smile by smiling even brighter. The usual brass, blunt and harsh stepbrother Max knew far too well for her liking was showing a side she never knew let alone saw. It seemed as if he enjoyed when Y/n spoke and as if he had a genuine interest, almost a certain level of happiness in talking to y/n that was only increased when his name fell off her lips. As you can expect Max was beyond shell-shocked. She wasn't even aware Billy could genuinely smile after only every seeing him smirk she was beginning to think he was immune to a real smile.

Not missing a beat the two continued their conversation long after dropping Max off at the Hargrove-Mayfield home. Word after word seemed to fall into place with the conversation continuing all the way to the door of her bedroom. Where, upon entering y/n room, he was surprised by her yet again. The room wasn't anything extraordinary but the things that filled it up caught his eye.

Well the desk that stood right under the only window was bare except for the small record player y/n had mentioned earlier in one corner and a small potted plant in the other both bookshelves, one on each side of the desk, stood tall and proud resting on the dark grey wall behind them. Both were filled to the brink with a variety of things. Both neatly organized, one bookcase had different books, tapes, cassettes, and records. The other, art supplies, makeup and what was left over from the bookshelf on the other side. What caught his attention the most was the wall opposite her wall closet that had framed vinyl covers hanging off of it. Stepping past her twin sized bed towards the grey wall Billy took a closer look at some of the classics that hung on her wall and was amazed by what he saw.

Noticing this she quietly, and possibly a little smug, said that "It's amazing what you find at yard sales."

"That's where you got these from?" he asked as his attention moved from piece to piece.

"Well kinda" y/n replied "Some of them, like the older ones, are from estate sales" y/n explained well pointing out a few of the records that dated back to the 50s and 40s "people don't really get how valuable they are and usually sell them for like three dollars or less.

With his attention fully on her again he simply, and yet again, asked "Really?"

"Yeah, people will sell a whole box of them just to get rid of the dead person's stuff not really caring who or where anything goes as long as they get their cash." quickly as her smugness came it went "Sorry that sounds a bit harsh." she said averting her gaze.

"Harsh?" Billy controdicted "That's not harsh if anything your right people will sell or do just about anything for the right price."

For the first time in the past hour, y/n didn't know what to say. Briefly, they both look at one another, standing in silence. A silence, broken by y/n who suggested that they start working on some math and with that they did.

Over the next few passing weeks, math tutoring at her place became their scheduled thing and neither of them minded. Almost every day Billy would drop Max off at where ever she was going before driving himself and y/n to her home where they would talk, work, laugh and listen to music, just like they had ended up doing on the first day. Slowly but surely she was not only learning more about math but about Billy 'The King and Secret Wiseass' Hargrove. He was her tutor and her friend well she was his outlet and go to person, and to think if he was never assigned as her math tutor Billy would have never known that the girl he thought was some stuck-up princess was actually a good person with some great taste in music. Guess looks can be deceiving.

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