𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄 // Billy Hargrove

Demo-dogs

We were all hiding inside the bus, while Lucas went to the roof so he could tells us whether or not he saw the demo-dog.

I was sitting down next to Steve who was playing with a lighter.

"Will you please stop that?" I asked annoyed.

"Sorry." He muttered, stopping what he was doing.

"So... you really fought one of these things before?" Max asked us.

"Unfortunately, yes." I sighed while Steve just nodded slowly.

"And you're, like, totally 100% sure it wasn't a bear."

"Shit. Don't be an idiot. Okay? It wasn't a bear." Dustin spat.

"Dustin!" I reprehended.

"Why are you even here if you don't believe us?! Just go home..." He told Max.

"I blame your shitty ass advice." I whispered to Steve.

"Oh right, because it's my fault." He said rolling his eyes.

"It always is!" I said back.

"Geesh. Someone's cranky. Past your bedtime?" Max asked Dustin before joining Lucas on the roof.

"That's good. Just show her that you don't care." Steve said.

"Oh my God." I muttered as I rolled my eyes.

"I don't." Dustin muttered.

Steve winked at him, and he made a face.

"Why are you winking, Steve? Stop."

"I agree, Steve. Stop." I told him.

"Wow, you two are not in a good mood."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I am supposed to be on a good mood while hell's breaking loose outside and you're giving my little brother awful advice?! Not to mention, we have no idea where Mike and Will are, or where Hopper and-" I stopped myself before I could say Eleven. "-and Joyce are, or-or where Nancy and Jonathan are! So, I'm sorry if I'm not in a freaking good mood Steve!"

"Jeez, sorry." Steve mumbled before resting his head on my shoulder.

"You better." I mumbled back.

Suddenly we heard a growling from outside and we stood up as fast as we could. Steve and I ran to the windows trying to see it.

"You see him?" Dustin asked us.

"No." We said at the same time.

"Lucas? What's going on?" Dustin yelled.

"Hold on!" Lucas yelled back. "I've got eyes! Ten o'clock!"

"There!" Steve said pointing at it.

"What's he doing?" Dustin asked.

"I don't know." I answered.

I could see the demo-dog walking around the meat, but not actually eating it, like he was supposed to.

"He's not taking the bait." I stated.

"Why is he not taking the bait?" Steve asked frustrated.

"Maybe he's not hungry?" Dustin asked.

"Maybe he's sick of cow." Steve said. He pulled away from window and gave me a look. My eyes widened with the realization.

"Steve... no." I warned.

He didn't listen to me and went to grab his bat.

"Steve? Steve, what are you doing?" Dustin asked worriedly.