Billy Hargrove Imagines

Re-Write (Part One)

Summary: You follow and help Steve with Dustin's Demogorgon business until a certain Billy Hargrove shows up at the Byers.

Word Count: 4,716

A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a while since I've written for this account, but I'm happy to be back! Also. This. Fucking. Sucks. I hate this, but whatever. You're stuck with it; it's going to be a two-parter, so bare with me. I'm just... I'm so sorry you guys oh my god.

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"(Y/N). Quit it. You're staring again," an annoyed sigh sounded from beside you, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Fuck off, Harrington. He's nice to look at. A lot nicer than the guys in New York. He actually knows how to wear his jeans... and he wears them well," you hummed quietly, before doing as you were asked and looking away from Billy Hargrove.

Ever since you had moved to Hawkins, Indiana, things had been great. The small, quaint town was a drastic change from where you grew up in Hell's Kitchen, and you loved it. While you missed the bustling of the city life, the constant sound of emergency vehicles, and the towering shadows of skyscrapers- the suburbs were nice too. The fresh air, happy faces, and the fact that you never had to worry about triple-locking your door at night was refreshing. Once you moved, you immediately befriended Steve Harrington, and the two of you were rarely seen without the other. His dad loved the fact that you were from New York and constantly tried questioning you about businesses, despite you having zero intel on the whole thing. His mom liked that you simply wanted to be friends with her son, and nothing more. Your parents had only met Steve once, and from that encounter, only said he was 'a nice boy, keep him around' before they continued packing for their work trip back to New York.

"You're still gonna help me apologize to Nanc', right?" Steve questioned, as you busied yourself with piling things into your bag.

"Yeah, of course. Though, I don't see why you should. You didn't do anything wrong, Steve. I was there, I saw what happened. She was in the wrong, not you." You zipped your bag shut and swung it over your shoulder, closed your locker, and followed Steve out of the school.

"Yeah, I get that. But I don't want to lose her, (Y/N/N)."

"You don't, or you can't?" you questioned with a raised eyebrow, slowing as you came to Steve's car.

"We are not getting into this again. Now come on, we have to find a rose and some kind of animal for her," Steve grumbled, hastily getting into his car. With a roll of your eyes, you followed suit, tossing your bag into the back.

You sat in the passenger seat of Steve's burgundy car, waiting patiently for him to get this over with. You watched as he continuously ran his hands through his hair during his walk to Nancy's front door, words you couldn't hear flowing through his mouth. However, before he could reach the front door, a kid came out of nowhere, shouting his name.

Opening the door, you stepped out quickly just in time to hear, "Good. Nancy isn't home," from the boy, who you knew as Dustin Henderson.

"Where is she?" Steve questioned, quickly following the middle schooler, who was now making his way towards you and the car.

"Doesn't matter- hey (Y/N). We have bigger problems than your love life." Dustin opened the back door and turned to Steve, the bouquet of roses he had bought for Nancy now in the kid's hands. "Do you still have that bat?"

"Bat? What bat?" you asked, thoroughly confused at this sudden change of events.

"The one with the nails," Dustin said sarcastically, waving the bouquet.