Halfway Happy// Billy Hargrove x Reader. Steve Harrington x Reader.

Part Twelve

Authors Note;

No excuses as to why I quit writing, but, maybe a few. I haven't been mentally okay with myself. I'm trying to fix it, and maybe writing would help. It's been hard. I got a new dog, a boyfriend who loves me very much, and a full time job that needs my attention.

I'm sorry if you quit reading because of my bad uploading schedule.

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"Done." Smacking the gauze lightly, you smiled before shoving the equipment back into the aid box and placing it where it was before.

"You treat Steve like a kid." Dustin groaned, playing with the strap of his backpack before he crossed his arms.

"I treat everyone like kids because that's what you all are. Kids." You nodded at Steve when he pointed at the shower before holding up five fingers and you watched as he made a beeline for it, closing the door when he had stepped in.

"And what does that make you, then?" Mike argued, throwing his backpack on the couch before he stared you down.

"Fucked up, probably, I don't know, kid. Now, come on."

"Well, I think you're a superhero!" Dustin smiles widely, making you smirk a little before clearing your throat.

"That's cute, bud."

Grabbing Mike's backpack, you softly swung it at him. "School." You smiled when you heard the collective groans and watched them march out of the house.

As you closed the door, the sound of footsteps invaded your ears and you turned around, smiling at the teen when he yawned. He shook excess water out of his hair before smiling at you, bags under his eyes prominent.

"The kids?" Steve spoke, rubbing the back of his neck before pouring himself a cup of coffee and sitting at the table.

"Billy just took them to school, should be back in a little while." You sat next to him, opening the journal that's been haunting your dreams for days.

"Mmm, okay." The sound of coffee being sipped was the only sound in the house before he cleared his throat. "How you feeling today?"

"I feel...good." Lying was becoming easier and you didn't know if your whole life was a lie, or just this moment. "Your shoulder still hurting?"

"Nah, I'm okay."

"That's good."

"Yeah."

It was almost like a fucking movie — the awkward silence after having sex, except you didn't have sex, and Steve was just looking around as if someone had just killed his mother.

"Look, Steve—"

"Can we not do that thing where we get awkward because we spent a night together and now we don't know how to talk to one another?" Breathing out, he leaned back in his chair before smiling at you.

"I was just going to say you spilled coffee on your pants, but, okay." Smiling tightly, you pushed yourself away from the table and stretched.

"Ah, sorry, I just—"

"Yeah, no, you're okay. I'm going to go outside for a smoke, okay?" Without waiting for a response, you walked to the door and opened it, walking out.

"You can smoke in the hou—alright."

Closing the door, you leaned against it and sighed out, looking out at the dense trees before lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag of it. Thinking back to the days that Sam was alive brings a lump in your throat that you attempt to swallow down, but, it's unsuccessful.