Things To Hide In The Dark. (Harringrove)

Chapter Two.

Home. Well honestly it was a house that he inhabited. Not really feeling like home at all. Not in years. Maybe not ever.

Steve walked into the house unimpressed. The high ceilings and chandeliers not giving him any sort of fulfillment. What's the point in such a big house when you are the only one in it? It was lonely. Depressing. He hated it here.

He went up the stairs and into his bathroom. Stripping his clothes off and getting into the large glass shower, Steve thought about everything and nothing. He thought about the kids, about how brave they all were. He thought about putting in a job application to the video store that Robin had suggested they worked in.

Robin. His best friend. She was definitely the best friend he'd had in his life. She was clumsy and talkative. Loud and goofy. He loved her. She was the sister he'd always wanted.

When she'd came out to him it was a shock. He was absolutely okay with it, but definitely hadn't expected it. He smiled at that. How she'd deemed him worthy of her biggest secret, and confided in him with tearful eyes. He'd die for Robin. No questions asked.

Steve stepped under the warming water spray as his mind drifted to the blond boy in the hospital bed. His blue eyes piercing him with hatred. He didn't understand it. Why did Billy hate him?

He'd beat Steve's ass, but Steve was over that. Why did he hate him so? Steve didn't hate Billy? He actually admired him. He was strong and he didn't take shit from people.

He was handsome too. His sharp jaw, full pink lips, and full lashes around his piercing blue eyes. He flushed at the thought. Billy was a guy. Steve Harrington isn't gay! Is he?

He thinks about it more. How Billy looked laying in that hospital bed. How badly Steve wanted to take his pain away. Maybe Steve was gay, or at least bisexual. Maybe Billy-sexual.

That's it. Billy Hargrove was just so handsome and he carried himself in a way that would attract anyone's eye.  Steve was none of these things. He was just concerned for someone who needed a friend.

He would be that friend, or die trying.

👉👈

Billy stood from the bed with a groan of pain. He was getting to leave soon, and wanted to get out of this hospital gown. He'd sent Max out of the room so he could dress.

He pulled on a cropped Twisted Sister t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans. (Max having brought them earlier this week.) He pulled on his boots over socked feet and groaned at the burns on his stomach.

He was in serious pain, but he didn't want to be here any longer. He also didn't want to go home either. He was thinking about just hopping in his car and seeing where he'd end up, but he couldn't leave Max. Not with that asshole in the house.

Darcy! His beloved Camero. Jesus where was she? How the fuck would he get home? Susan and Neil were undoubtedly at work. Shit shit shit!

He went into the joint bathroom and looked in the mirror. His hair was still damp from his shower. The deeper blond ringlets falling around his face. He looked okay for someone who was so close to death a week ago.

He groaned and adjusted his shirt that didn't cover the bandages at all. Oh well. He dared somebody to say something. He needed a reason to snap.

He sighed heavily and looked at his arm in the sling. Max had written "Feel better soon." on it. It probably ruined the sling for future use but he didn't care. It turned the corners of his mouth up into a small smile. She cared. That's all he needed these days. He pulled the strap over his head and lift the sling on the sink.