Traveler // [billy hargrove / stranger things]

3 - "Excuse me?"

"There is a very handsome man at the door for you." My mom says and I roll my eyes. "Who is he? Is he the one that called the other night?"

"Yes."

"He's cute!" She pokes my arm.

"I guess." I say and put on my boots and grab my leather jacket. To be completely honest, I'm not even sure what I'm being, but Billy said to wear this so we were "matching" and since I didn't have any other sort of costume prepared, I was stuck with it and I'm sure he would've caused a scene if I didn't wear this.

"What do you mean you guess? Do we need to go to the eye doctor?"

"No." I laugh. "He's cute, alright?"

"Kind words." Billy says, appearing behind my mom in the doorway. "Nice outfit." He says after looking me up and down. "Let's head out." He extends his hand to me but I ignore it.

"You're a dick." I say as my mom moves out of our way and he laughs.

"Language, Robin."

"Not gonna work, mom." I say back and she laughs.

"True." She follows us to the door.

"I'll see you later."

"Have fun." She winks and we head to Billy's car.

"Do you plan on drinking or am I going to have to drive this thing home?" I ask, going into my pocket and getting out rolling papers and some weed. I couldn't roll at home because my mom was coming in and out of my room because I was getting ready for a party and she was being a bit obsessive.

"As long as you're not too high, I trust you with my baby."

"Good." I say and he puts a hand on my thigh. "If you expect to keep your hand, please remove it from my leg." I say and he gives it a squeeze and then lets go.

"So, when do you think we're going to make out?" He asks casually and I turn to him.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Get a grip, Hargrove."

"You said to your mom you thought I was cute, so when are we going to make out?"

"In your dreams, kid."

"I'm definitely older than you."

"You want to bet?" I laugh.

"I'm seventeen."

"So am I."

"I'm older than you then." I say and he scoffs.

"When's your birthday?"

"New Years Eve."

"December 31st?"

"Yup."

"Mine is January 3rd."

"Wow. Close but no cigar, Billy. I'm older than you." I finish off the joint and move onto another.

"How much are you smoking?"

"If I can't drink. I'm smoking two joints, and don't consider yourself in on them."

"Not at all?"He asks, turning to me with soft eyes.

"Maybe a little." I say. "Since we're matching and all." I say and he laughs.

"You so like me."

"If anybody likes anybody here, you like me." I say and his eyebrows raise.

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, your incessant stalking."

"You're hot, what can I say?" He says and I shake my head. "Wanna make out?" He asks as we stop at a light and I finish up my second joint, tucking them both behind my ears.