odd ; elmax & harringrove

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there's actually some harringrove in here omg?? also warning for fluff, homophobic slurs, alcohol and smoking, mentions of violence, and I think that's all? If you don't wanna read the fluff then skip to the rainbows 🌈

Steve jumped out of his seat as soon as he heard the piercing sound of the school bell, and followed everyone else out the door. He walked to his locker, which was close by. He twisted the lock a number of times before he opened it, which made a slip of paper fall to the ground. The small piece of paper had blue lines through it and uneven edges, which made it look like it was torn out of the corner of a notebook.

The brunet male picked up the note, and read it to find three words scribbled in messy writing.

bathroom, pretty boy

Steve was sure that it was the one and only Billy Hargrove that wrote the note. He crumpled the paper up and shoved it in his pocket as he hurried to the men's room closest to him. By the time he arrived, everyone else had gone to class. He made sure no one was in there, and then roamed around the small bathroom, looking for Billy. 

Steve felt someone gripping onto his shoulders from behind him, which frightened him. He turned around to see just who he was looking for. 

"Billy?" Steve somehow seemed confused, even though he knew he would be there.

"That's right, pretty boy," Billy smirked. 

Steve unexpectedly hit his back against the wall with a hard thud, Billy staying close to him the whole time. Their bodies stayed together as soon as Steve hit that wall, and Billy was up against him whispering things in the other boy's ear. A soft moan escaped Steve as Billy placed his mouth near his collarbones, and let go to reveal a reddish colored round mark.

Steve slightly nodded in response and lowered his lips, colliding them with Billy's. Steve grabbed onto Billy's waist while Steve felt Billy place his hands on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. The two's lips stayed glued together until they both pulled away to get a breath. They placed kisses along each other's collarbones, neck and cheeks making them both weak. Not physically, but weak for each other. 

They needed each other. The only thing was, if anyone found out, they would never want to show their faces again. It was 1985, and boys liking other boys was simply forbidden by society. And they both knew that. But they couldn't control their feelings towards each other. At least if you were like Nancy and Jonathan, for example, no one would hate you for loving someone.

The bell interrupted the two, and they went their separate ways as if the whole thing never even happened. 

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"Shit!" Max swore under her breath. 

"What?" Jane asked, confused. 

"My parents are coming home tonight! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Max cursed as she threw some things under her bed. Jane chuckled, since Max reminded her of their other friend, Dustin, who definitely had his own particular choice of words. 

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"You're gonna have to go in there again, Jane." Max said, pointing to the closet. 

"But I don't want to!" Jane whimpered.

"You have to, Jane! They can't see you!"

Max shoved Jane into the closet and flipped open a random book and sat down on her bed, her chin rested on her hand as she stared at the closed door. Her heart started racing as soon as she heard yelling from next door. 

"Who the hell is this, Billy?"  A male voice shouted. Max knew it was her step-father, Neil, who she despised. She had no idea why her mother, Susan, married that idiot in the first place. Although Max hated her step-brother, she couldn't stand to see the abuse, or hear the shouting towards Billy. 

"It's no one, Neil." 

Max quietly opened her door and poked her head out of it so she could see her brother and Steve standing there weakly. Billy had a scowl on his face to hide his fear, but Steve was trembling with fear, fear of what might happen to him and his, well, whatever Billy was to him. 

"Oh, I know what I saw."

Neil rushed over to Steve and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and held him against the wall and spoke sternly. "What will I have to do with you two faggots? When will you learn? When will you learn that your actions have consequences?"

"I'm so sorry mister Hargrove, please let go," Steve cried weakly.

"Neil, stop it, leave him alone!" Susan cried.

"Hey! Come hit me, Neil! Don't hurt him," Billy said, his arms up as if he were about to hug someone.

His father ignored him and instead started to swing his fist in the direction of Steve's face. Except he didn't lay a finger on Steve, because Neil collapsed to the ground and passed out. Billy and Steve started to look around, so Max went back into her room and pulled Jane inside as soon as she saw her. Jane wiped her nose with the sleeve of her sweater and smiled at Max. Max grabbed onto Jane's arm and saw the blood-stained sleeve. 

"Jane!" Max whisper-shouted.

"What?"

"Seriously?"

"I had to, Max."

"What if someone finds out? They'll take you away, Jane! I can't let that happen!" Max said, said, still trying to keep her voice down. Her eyes were filling with tears, so she turned her head away from Jane. 

"Why are you still here, Steve? Just go." Billy said weakly from the other room. Steve glanced at Jane and Max as he walked downstairs and opened the door and left, slamming the door behind him.

Max crept into Billy's room and stood there, looking down at her stepfather's unconscious body. "Billy... I'm sorry."

"For what?" He snapped. "Go away!" Billy started to kick everything in his room, and he even threw his lamp to the ground. He tore his posters down, and grabbed a small box out of his pocket as his step sister left.

He took out a roll of paper filled with what seemed like the only thing that could help Billy, and met the flame of his lighter with it, making all the chemicals blend together and burn. He inhaled the smoke which immediately began to calm himself down, and crouched on the floor.

Billy grabbed a bottle of vodka from under his bed and took a sip, and then a few more. His tears began to dry and his emotional pain began to numb with every drink of the powerful beverage. He drank until his cigarette burned out and he was passed out on the floor, just like his father.

Billy loved pretty boy Steve Harrington, he always did, but it seemed like all he did was cause more problems.

I finally published chapter three! I honestly can't tell if it's moving too fast though?? So tell me what you think 💕