Teenage Dreams { A Harringrove Fanfic}

Wear My Sunglasses At Night

 It was like any other night, any other party, a normal Hawkins; but at the same time, it was nothing like Hawkins at all, no demogorgons, no missing persons, a normal town. A normal town. How very..strange. The radios were up to max volume, kegs were being drained, and people..well..people were up to many things that night, too many things.

 It was nearly sunrise, when Steve awoke, sprawled out upon a stray sofa, surrounded with red-solo cups, out in the middle of some clearing. Seeing as though no one was around, he began to rise, almost too fast. " Damn," he scowled, " What happened last night?" Even in the silence, disregarding vocal outburst of his own, his head kept pounding, like the rhythm of a drum. How long had he been out? What had happened while he was out? Not a clue, at all. Sudden rustling, from the bushes far before him had caught him off guard, then came the groaning. A familiar tone, shrouded in brief pain. Billy. Of course he knew the growl-like tone, for he had heard it far too many times before. 

     Slowly, Billy had protruded from behind the foliage, shirtless. Of course. With Steve's presence still being unknown to focusing optics, a single attachment was raised to ward curled locks of dirty blond back from his face and with the movements, came the exit from the foliage and the noticing of Steve." Is that you Harrington?"

 " Yeah, it's me.." 

The temptation to simply curl up and die couldn't have been stronger, for in this moment, there'd be many better things to go about than an awkward one-on-one with Billy Hargrove." Well, if it isn't the 'Showman' himself.." Showman? What did he mean by Showman? Steve thought. Did he do something outrageous, that'd more than likely come back to bite him in the ass? He could only come to hope not. " Showman, huh? Right." The words were nearly spat out, being the only few that could come to mind. 

" Sure put on quite a show last night, I'd be embarrassed for the Buckley girl. Should have seen her face, priceless."

     Buckley Girl? Robin! That's right, he had brought Robin to a party. Oh no! He had brought Robin to a party. Where was she? Surely, she hadn't left him to his own devices, surely he hadn't been that drunk. If only Steve could have seen the look of both confusion and panic shading his visage, and showing with bright colours. Why, he'd be nearly embarrassed if he had! 

" She couldn't get you up and going, said you were too drunk to function, at least that's the excuse she gave. Might've been too embarrassed to drag you home, lightweight. Who knew Harrington could reach his limit, before spewing? I sure didn't." 

     Oh, how thankful he was. Thankful that he hadn't made some big scene about certain topics, or that he hadn't lost his cool on anyone. Although, the thought of getting mortal right in the presence of a friend, who wasn't even acquainted with the others, had definitely pricked at him; in a way that it was hard to ignore, he'd most definitely have to apologise on his next shift. His next shift, WAIT, didn't he have to go to work? No, no, if he had remembered correctly, today was Sunday, and no one had work on Sundays.