80s Love • (Billy Hargrove) • Stranger Things

One

Hawkins, Indiana

October 1984

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Morning

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Darian stood in front of his mirror, staring at his reflection, he reached up and messed with his collar. He wore a collared shirt and a grey sweater layered on top. His sweater was tucked into his brown slacks. He was dressed for the fall weather, but he still felt off. Darian sighs and turns to his desk, grabbing his book bag, opening it, and grabbing a baggie.

The bag was practically empty, it carried a small amount of weed. Darian sighs, putting it back in his book bag, he's running low.

Suddenly there was a knock on his bedroom door, making the teen look up, his long hair covering his eyes briefly before pushing the loose strands behind his ear.

"Come in." Darian calls out, throwing his bag onto his bed. Nancy walks in, her hair pinned back. "Hey Nance, what's up?" Darian asks, sweeping a hair behind his ear. "I just wanted to check up on you, you came home late last night." Nancy says, taking in his neat room.

Darian just shrugs, as if it wasn't a big deal, but in truth, he went to Reefer Rick's place and spent the night smoking and using. He wasn't about to admit it to his sister.

"I'm fine Nance, just spent the night at Jamie's." Darian lies "Oh okay, uh well finish getting ready, we need to head out in five." Nancy says "Are you driving?" Darian asks "Nope, I have to cram a study sesh before the start of class, I have a test first period." Nancy says, shrugging softly.

"Fine." Darian sighs, not that he minds the drive, he was just hoping to cram a nap before class, still feeling last night. But he doesn't want to worry his sister.

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Both Nancy and Darian enter their shared Corvette, both having pitched in to buy the vehicle. It was Darian's pride of joy while Nancy couldn't care less. She only cared if it got her from point A to point B. Nancy didn't care for material things.

Darian was lost in thought as he drove, his mind a foggy mess, screwing with him. It's why he started using weed and Molly, he needed out of the fog.

No one but Rick knew about his problem. Rick was a good pal, someone he could depend on, even if he was a dealer.

"How is Jamie, haven't seen her around the house in awhile." Nancy mentions "She's cool as a cucumber, she's dealing like always." Darian says

Nancy's head pops up, looking at her brother in concern. "Wait she's a drug dealer." Nancy asks, growing disappointed, "Ha, Jamie, please! No, I meant her brother has been having some episodes, and she's helping him through it." Darian says

Nancy looks even more concerned, "Kurt? D-does it have anything to do with the ups-" Nancy was automatically cut off, Darian shook his head, not taking his eyes off the road. "No, nothing like that, he's schizophrenic, he was diagnosed last year after he set his bed on fire, he thought a demon was trying to light his bed on fire or something." Darian says, shrugging as if wasn't anything new. Darian wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be true.

"His bed?" Nancy asks

Darian hums. "But he's stable for now, Jamie wants to figure out some form of treatment before sending him to the institution they offer. So she hasn't been around." Darian says

"God, now I feel like a jerk, I should probably pay them a visit." Nancy says, rubbing her hands on her jeans.

"They'd love that." Darian says

Nancy smiles, returning her gaze down to her books.

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Darian slowly pulls up in his usual parking space, turning off the Corvette, the engine cutting off with a small sputter. Nancy quickly packs her bag and she makes her way out of the car. Without acknowledging her brother, she scrambles towards school.

The older teen finally lets out a sigh and he leans forward and he rests his head on the steering wheel. His whole body felt like lead. He knows he should talk with someone, to get treatment. But he couldn't just self-diagnose himself.

Suddenly there was a gentle wrap of knuckles against his window, startling the teen awake. Darian turns and his eyes meet startling bright blue eyes. Billy was just outside his door. Darian reaches over and he cranks open his car window.

"What." Darian snaps

Billy's lips pull into a smirk, he leans against the vehicle, his arm spread on top of the hood of the car. He brings his face inches from Darian's. "I was just passing by when I saw your pretty face, I just wanted to say hi, is that too much to ask?" Billy asks, slowly licking his lips.

Darian rolls his eyes annoyed. "God please bother someone else." Darian sneers. Billy chuckles. "You wound me, Pretty boy." Billy teases, his dick twitching at those dead eyes. God, he loves it when Darian is mean to him. Which was an interesting development.

This isn't how he wanted to start his day. Darian reaches over and he pushes the door open, startling Billy, making him push himself off the door. "Come on sweetheart, don't be mean." Billy says, walking around the metal door, his eyes dark and taunting.

Darian shakes his head. "Fuck off." Darian sneers, turning away.

Billy leans forward, smirking. "I rather fuck you." Billy whispers, his breath brushing gently against Darian's ear, sending chills down the darker teen's spine. Darian whirls around, eyes narrowed. "What the hell is your problem, haven't I made it obvious? I'm not fucking gay and I'll never get near your dick within a miles radius, so go fuck with someone else." Darian hisses, already done with this asshole's bullshit.

"Aww sweetheart, you have such a way with words." Billy teases, getting more turned on by the minute, "Don't worry, baby, I'll leave you alone for the time being, don't miss me too much." Billy purrs, eyeing him up and down one last time.

Billy walks off towards the office, ready to grab his timetable, smirking when he feels Darian's gaze on him. Darian couldn't help but stare at the male's ass, which looked fantastic in those jeans. He swears under his breath and stretches his collar as if it was restricting his airway.