Billy doesn't understand why Steve won't pay attention to him at Tina's party. He's done everything right, and... nothing.
Whenever he tries to make eye contact with Steve, the other boy is sucking his girlfriend's face.
So, what does he do instead? He gulps down every red cup he can get his hands on until his vision is blurry, and the ground below him starts to sway.
Billy blinks, trying to make out the face of the owner of the low, weary voice. All he knows for sure is that it’s coming from a boy, and the stranger’s hands are empty. “S...sober at a p-party? Not... having... f-fun?”
“Nah, it’s not my scene.”
“Th-then whyyyyyy... are you here?”
“My friend Nancy wanted me to get out of the house. Said I was “starting to blend in with my mom’s wallpaper”.”
“She’s here with Steve Harrington. Do you know him?”
His silence is apparently a sufficient answer.
“He’s not worth you drinking yourself into a coma, ya know.”
“Man, you don’t look too good.”
“Pop...popular opinion, t’night,” he sniffles, jerking a shaking thumb in Harrington’s direction. Here he goes, pouring the tip of his heart out to a stranger. Great.
“What? No, no, I meant you look like you’re gonna pass out.”
Just as he says that, Billy falls forward, only to find that this guy has stopped him from kissing the carpet.
“I gotcha. You’re not gonna fall.”
“You’re in no condition to drive, dude. I can... take you upstairs?”
“Gonna make me... forget Harrington?”
You really shoulda let me fall.
“I’ll help you up the stairs so you can get rest, okay?”
Bullshit. At the least you’re gonna rob me.
The next thing he knows, he’s being tucked into a bed, and he can hear his “good Samaritan” talking.
“Your name’s Billy. I remember you from school. Steve just... isn’t worth the trouble, trust me.”
“‘S my fault. I... really thought... I was good enough.” Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Not that my opinion should matter all that much to you, but I think you’re a pretty great guy, and you deserve better.”
“Better than- K-king Steve?”
Right before Billy falls asleep, he swears he hears, “If only you’d see... I’m right here. You’re enough for me, you just don’t know it yet.”
But that’s probably just the alcohol mixed with wishful thinking.
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