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Billy, Steve, Robin and the Not-Obsession

Billy, Steve, Robin and the Not-Obsession

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To be crystal clear, it's not an obsession. No matter what Steve says, no matter what Max says nor anybody else, it's not. Billy's just caught sight of something fun to do, i.e. to make fun of Harrington and his new girlfriend, and it's normal. He only noticed them by chance, too, when he idly cast his eyes around the mall and happened to land on Scoops, then also happened to watch not too intently as the pair of them whispered something to each other. It was then that his mind was set, and the game began.

"Harrington!" He called rather obnoxiously, throwing his arms in the air for dramatic effect, loving how this made Steve groan and roll his eyes, trying and failing to retreat into the back room in time to avoid Billy, "Might I say you look lovely in the uniform. Really suits your girlish features."

There was something unexpectedly, undeniably feminine about Steve these days. Billy didn't know if he was wearing makeup or doing his hair differently or spraying a little of his mom's perfume on before he left the house, but whatever it was Billy noticed it almost instantly. He draws closer to Steve, only stopping once he hits the counter, his wolfish grin only growing all the while.

"Hospitality," he teased further, wanting some sort of a reaction from the boy. When none came, he cast his eye over to the girl - Robin, her name tag read - who was looking at him, rather unimpressed. "And who might this be?"

Though he spoke of Robin, trying to feign some sort of romantic interest in her, his eyes quickly flicked back to Steve. He could tell how this comment riled him up, how his fist clenched just a little and how his eyes narrowed. Now this was showing Billy was getting somewhere. He continued to smile, and leaned over the counter to speak to Steve, voice lowered.

"I'll take a vanilla ice cream, pretty boy," he ordered, then added, "Pronto; I've got places to be."

Steve made no move to speak to him, to respond to his obvious fishing for conversation. He merely picked up a scooping tool and got to work, though Billy could hardly pretend to miss how aggressively Steve dug the ice cream, and yet how little of the aforementioned ice cream actually made it to the cone. He quirked an eyebrow but said nothing as he dug around for the money to pay.

"So how long have you two been a thing?"

He knew Steve wanted him to leave. He knew Robin probably wanted him to leave, too, which was exactly why he stayed. He began to lick eagerly up the side of his cone, which now had ice cream dripping down it. It was hardly as though he meant to hold Steve's eye as he did so, but accidents happen, right? He cast a quick glance at Robin, who looked so inexplicably bored that it was as though she'd had rather been anywhere else.

"We aren't a thing," Steve explained, folding his arms, mirroring Robin's stance. The pair of them looked at Billy with the same exasperated look, like they wanted nothing more than to see him leave. He couldn't let this happen.

"Aw, look at the lovebirds, whispering and acting the same way, when's the wedding?" he leaned into Steve again, then whispered, "Hey, man, I'm glad you finally got over that Wheeler chick. More for me that way."

If looks could kill, Steve would officially be his murderer. The flames appeared behind his eyes and, unlike he'd ever seen before, Steve looked like he wanted to pummel Billy's face in until he was unrecognisable. This thought did make Billy's smug grin drop a little because it meant Steve probably still had some sort of feelings for Nancy. Why did he? What was it about her? And, most pressingly, why exactly did Billy care so damn much?