They tried to move him, drag him away from the unmoving boy lying before Steve but he couldn't move. His legs numb beneath him as he sat there staring at the blood covering his tank top unsure if all of this was even real but eventually the sirens got closer and the fire began to spread far too close for comfort. That was when a fireman appeared urging him to get out, to leave before his lungs gave in to the smoke but Steve couldn't leave him to the flames. He deserved better than that so he stood up but before he could be ushered towards the exit he leaned down and lifted him into his arms.
His legs weak from exhaustion, his head aching from the drugs and injuries but he walked through the smoke. Through the blue emptiness with no one but the boy he loved curled into him as if he were just asleep. Nothing but the flashes of red and blue to lead the way until finally he felt the cool breeze of the night air and he stepped out of the Mall and the smoke, into the commotion going on in the parking lot.
No one rushed to him or took Billy from his arms. In fact no one even looked his way as more men rushed inside to put out the fire they had caused. For a moment he wondered if he was the dead one and if this was hell but even hell would not be so cruel. He lay Billy down on a stretcher and watched as he was loaded into the back of an ambulance, Max by his side. Not a word passed between them but a simple thank you from the girl who was grateful that he hadn't left him inside. Shock still in full affect until he walked through the door of his bedroom and felt the reality of it all come crashing down.
Billy was gone...
the billy fandom is like that one group of friends you always see sitting together at lunch and they seem pretty normal and cool but when you approach them, you hear someone sobbing over billy's past and you see someone else showing the whole group a picture of billy hargrove in the world's tiniest shorts, and there's someone screaming "billy has all the boyfriends ever!" and there's music but you can't tell where it's coming from and you're like "what the fuck" but then you look at the popular table and it's in flames and people are screaming at each other over ships so you just. sit with the billy fandom because they're so chill (and have amazing music taste).
cw: angst/major character death
but you had to go
like a wave that crashed and melted on the shore
im a billy translator this is what he said
🎶cause I beat that boy with a bat🎶
SMACK
i hope im not just a mutual to you but also a “why the fuck am i following this guy again”
Enjoy this lil fic for today!
July 23rd , 1985 - 3 am at the Harrington household
Steve jolted up hearing pebbles hit his windows looking around his rooms while trying to calm down as he glanced over his room his eyes landed on his window. He recognized that shadow anywhere it was billy. But what was he doing out at 3 am in god damn Hawkins?
Billy picked up a pebble and threw it at his window. “ Psst ! Harrington! Open the window!” He continued to throw some more as he heard a hushed curse word and looked up. “ oi - pretty boy I uhh didn’t see you open the window.”
Steve groaned while leaning out the window. “ didn’t see me?! - anyways what brings you here at three in the morning?”
“ ehh couldn’t sleep n’ shit you?”
“ oh very funny billy very funny you ruined my sleep schedule.”
“ Aw c’mon sleeping beauty live a little why don’t yah ? “
“ yeah I’ll live a little when I GO BACK TO MY Bed!”
“ well sleeping beauty could you let your knight in shining armor into your kingdom?”
“ fine. Go to the porch and I’ll let you in be glad I love you to death!”
“ oh trust me I’m very glad !! “
I’m free anytime, miss
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