Traveler // [billy hargrove / stranger things]

1 - "Oh no."

Valentines Day, 1985.

I'd never had someone to celebrate it with, so to say that I was excited was an understatement.

"What are you doing here?" Billy asks when I enter his room. He's still in bed, and I'm wearing an obnoxious amount of red, because tis the season.

"Happy valentines day." I tap his nose with a big smile.

"You corny bitch." He laughs and leans up, giving me a kiss. "Happy valentines day."

"I got you a present. It's in my car. I'm driving to school today, too."

"Did you get Harrington a present?"

"Shut up."

"That's not a no."

"I got him a teddy bear. Because he said something about getting me chocolate." I say and roll off him, but he pulls me back.

"I'm just joking."

"I know you're not his biggest fan, but I'm his biggest fan." I say and he nods. "You're going back to California at the start of next year, and I'm going to Indiana." I say and he nods again. "I need him around to keep me at least a little sane if I'm not going to have you around."

"I don't want to think about Harrington being the glue that keeps you together."

"You're the glue. He's just the missing piece. He's a finger."

"Your middle one."

"No, I'm definitely the middle one."

"What the fuck are we talking about?" He asks.

"I have no goddamn idea." I shake my head. "We should get going. Get up."

"Are we going to breakfast?"

"If you're a good boy and get your mullet in shape before we're late." I say and he rolls off the bed, somehow leaving me behind, where he was laying. "Your ass looks extra good today."

"Shut up." He shakes his head and goes into his bathroom, taking a shower and then quickly styling his hair and coming back out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Sexy!" I clap as he drops his towel, quickly putting on boxers.

"You're the worst." He laughs.

"You love me."

"Yes I do." He nods and squeezes my cheeks, giving me a kiss.

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After breakfast, Billy and I go to school, and decide to exchange our little presents in my car. 

"Here." Billy hands me a bag, looking nervous.

"If you got me some fucking lingerie like you were joking-"

"I didn't, I promise." He laughs and I take some tissue paper out, looking in and taking out a jewelry box.

"Shut up." I smile, looking from him into the box and back at him.

He got me a name plate necklace that has my name with a heart in the center with his on the bottom.

"You're so cute!" I squeal and hug him over the center console. "I love it." I kiss him, leaving a smudge of red on his lips that he doesn't even bother wiping. "Open yours."

"You made me a mix?"

"And a photo album of a bunch of pictures of you and I since we started dating." I add softly and he smiles at me.

"You're cheesy but I love it."

"You're going to hate half the songs, but I think they'll be nice to make out to and you won't even notice them."