Halley's comet | Steve Harrington

ii.xxvi literally get out

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕."

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Halley stood against the front door, watching from behind Steve as Billy emerged from his car, not bothering to turn off the engine.

"Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?" Billy said, a twisted lift of an eyebrow as he focused on the boy in front of him.

Steve watched him, his hands on his hips. Halley could only imagine the look on his face. "Yeah. It's me, don't cream your pants." there was an air of apathy in his words.

Billy shed his jacket, revealing a painful amount of his bare chest barely covered by a half buttoned shirt. A cigarette glowed as he held it between his teeth. He slammed his car door. "What are you doing here, Amigo?" He snarled. Steve had begun moving toward him. Halley could feel her heart in her throat.

"I could ask you the same thing." They were face to face now. It reminded Halley, oddly, of last year, when Nancy and Steve had had their stand off before summoning the demogorgon into the Byers's house.

Billy's head tilted, and for a moment he looked almost, sincerely, concerned. "Looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here." He spoke around his cigarette. Halley forced herself to look away from his lips. Not think about them on hers. In his room. Listening to his music as she thought about...

"...I don't know her." She was brought back to the situation at hand as Steve spoke.

Billy clearly didn't believe him. "Small? Redhead? Bit of a bitch." There was a pull in Halley's chest, aching to defend Max, but she stayed docile. Waiting.

"Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry, buddy." Steve was, very much, not sorry.

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, it almost looked like Billy was laughing. He shook his head, speaking just loud enough for Halley to pick up his words from the porch. "You know, I don't know, this..." he clicked his tongue, waving a hand around as if he was thinking about his words. But Halley could tell it was an act. "This whole situation, Harrington, I don't know." He took a step toward Steve. "It's giving me the Heebie-Jeebies."

Steve didn't falter at the advancement. "Yeah? Why's that?"

A puff of the cigarette, then, "My 13 year old sister goes missing all day. And then I find her with you. In a stranger's house." a pause. "And you lie to me about it."

A small chuckle escaped from Steve as he looked away for a moment, shaking his head. "Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what?" A puff of smoke encases Billy's mouth, and his tongue danced across his lips as he laughed. Steve doesn't move. "I don't know what you don't understand about what I just said. She's not here"

There's a brief moment, Billy's attention goes to the front window, then pointing with the cigarette between his fingers, "Then who is that?"

Fuck.