"I didn't need a hero, Billy." Darian sneers, dusting off his coat, eyes glaring.
Billy only smirks, reaching over and untangling one of Darians dark curls, quickly catching himself, pulling his hand back. "It didn't seem like that a minute ago." B...
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Hawkins, Indiana
October 1984
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Night.
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Darian Wheeler watched as his mother cycled vigorously, his face grimacing, setting his spoon down. Yeah, there goes his late-night cereal.
Darian pushes back his chair, catching his twin's attention. Her eyes were too big for her head, which oddly bothered Darian. "I'm going to the liquor store, do you want anything?" Darian asks, which was a bit odd of him, he was rarely in a generous mood.
Nancy lifts a singular eyebrow, "With what money." She asks, a little snarky, her cereal forgotten. She was mindlessly flipping through a magazine, obviously bored.
Darian rolls his eyes. "Unlike you, I have a job." Darian teases, pushing his chair in. Nancy scoffs to herself, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
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Darian passes the threshold of the liquor store, eyes moving along the ugly shelves, grimacing as he steps onto a wet spot. Groaning under his breath as he attempts to wipe it away. The cashier glances up at him briefly before returning his gaze to the newspaper.
Satisfied with the state of his shoes, he looks back up. The snack options were scarce, especially with this morning's rush. Thankfully they were fully stocked on pixie sticks. His favorite. Darian smirks happily and he grabs a handful.
Suddenly the bell rings at the entrance of the store, making the dark-haired male look up. A storm of cologne hits Darian's nostrils, making his eyebrow furrow with a grimace. The scent was almost overbearing.
Shaking his head, the teen makes his way to the front. "That's a shit ton of sugar." A smooth voice drawls
Darian looks up, his eyes meeting dark ones. "Nice observation, what are you, Sherlock Holmes." Darian sneers, slapping a few bills down. The male's pink lips curl up into a smirk, his eyes moving up and down his form. Darian shifts on his feet, turning around and collecting his candy and change.
Darian quickly leaves with thanks to the cashier. The young brunette pockets his candy and pulls his jacket closer around his form. Slightly beginning to regret walking.
The door to the convenience store slams open, making the teen look up—the same nosy mullet-wearing jerk making his way out into the cold.
The blonde takes in the empty parking lot before meeting Darian's annoyed gaze. "You know we've just met, and already you're tired of me." The male chuckles, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette. Darian watches unimpressed as he lights it.
"There's just something about you." Darian states, stepping closer. The other chuckles, pursing his lips over the cigarette, before pulling it from his lips, his eyes heavy. "I'm Billy, by the way, Billy Hargrove." The blonde states, stepping closer, his eyes dropping. Darian doesn't waver, his eyes steady on the taller males. "Did I ask Billy Hargrove?" Darian drawls out
Billy chuckles, flicking ash in his general direction. "You know, I've beaten others for way less." Billy states nonchalantly, shrugging. Darian lifts an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Is that meant to intimidate me, cause your real shit at it." Darian says he's faced worse.
"Oh pretty boy, no, far from it." Billy purrs, his eyes flashing with intent.
Darian feels his heart skip a beat, not what he was expecting. Billy inspects the parking lot one more time. "Need a ride pretty boy?" Billy asks, acting as if offering a ride to a stranger isn't a big deal. He wasn't one to offer, but something about the shorter teen intrigued him.
"You don't even know my name." Darian says, watching as Billy wets his bottom lip.
Billy chuckles, turning his body fully towards Darian. "I think you misheard me, I'm offering you a ride pretty boy, I don't need your name." Billy breathes, stepping closer, making Darian's hair rise. "I'm not gay Hargrove, and if I were someone else, I would've beaten your ass for even insinuating that I am." Darian says, reaching over and taking the cigarette from between the blond's lips, placing it in between his.
Billy smirks, watching him. "You're pretty scrawny, you wouldn't do much damage." Billy says, his eyes entranced with Darian's mouth. "You don't know me well enough to determine whether or not I can do any damage." Darian says, passing the cigarette back to its rightful owner. "Come on pretty boy, live a little, I'll make it worth your wild." Billy says. He needed to get his dick wet, and Darian looked pretty appetizing.
"Rain check, Hargrove. You're new and I don't even know if you're a serial killer yet, I rather not get murdered with my pants down to my knees." Darian states dully. Imagine the headline. He wouldn't live that embarrassment down.
Billy chuckles. "Technically serial killers can do whatever they want to the body afterward, haven't you watched a crime documentary before?" Billy teases, his eyes flashing prettily against the dull lights.
Darian couldn't help but chuckle. "My name is Darian, it's nice meeting you Hargrove." Darian says, turning and making his way home, feeling Billy's eyes on him.
Tonight was definitely interesting.
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A/N
I will be editing a majority of this story before I update any more chapters!! My own grammar mistakes are bothering me lol. If you're new, welcome! If you're rereading and you notice changes, just bare with me!!
