realizing I’ve never shared how Charlie and Billy first meet
Well.
The original idea (which has been scrapped bc I forgot the plot of season two) was they Meet in the halls of the high school after having a v public argument about Lucas and Max.
It was set before the night of Tinas party which I think no longer makes sense considering Billy doesn’t see Max and Lucas together till after, but whatever!
so yea these two have an argument that pretty much goes like this:
Billy: tell your Brother to stay away from my sister
Charlie: you and your sister can eat shit and die
Billy: what did you say?
Charlie: i said eat SHIT and DIE
Steve: Break it up! Break it up!
But it’s not canon anymore so it’s a lil freebie now for the public.
Also as Bonus context Not too much on Charlie for this! What would you do if some random mfs came in your face yelling about your brother staying away from some lil girl you’ve never meant before? Be serious.
And Charlie is mentally not herself in Season 2 which I plan to touch on later!!
Grim Reaper: What are their relationship to death? Are they afraid, open to it? How do they accept it or not? (definitely not from cupid).
Sam chuckled. “Death is more than just some abstract concept to me. There are a lot of entities I associate with death, but the one I have the closest relationship to is Charlie. I'm not sure what I would call my relationship to her. I know that she's the one who will reap my soul when I die, but she's more than that. I've always considered death to be a comforting presence. Dying always meant that the fight could be over. I've always been accepting of it, maybe too much. Charlie, despite being a reaper, gives me reasons to live. It's not to say I didn't have reasons to live. She just helps me remember they're there, on top of being one of the reasons herself. I respect her a lot, and I'd be there for her if she needed or wanted me there. I guess you could say I'm a little afraid of my relationship with her, not that it's her fault at all. I just know she's trying really hard to help me, and I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint her.”
this idea literally came to be out of nowhere and if i don’t get it out i will literally scream. even though I should be finishing the like five other fics i’m currently writing but whatever.
anyway I present married!charlie and billy
in an AU where Billy survives season 3
Billy proposes as soon as he’s cleared from the hospital
soon after they break the News to both their families
Sue cries and Max is so happy to officially call Charlie her sister now
Mr. And Mrs. Sinclair try their best to be upset but they’re so happy
Erica actually hugs Billy
Lucas is excited tho he has a harder time admitting it
then before they could even get the invitations out they move to California
Billy hates Hawkins and Charlie is ready for a change after what happened
they get a shitty apartment one bedroom barely even half a bath
but its okay because it’s theirs
billy gets a job working as a surfing instructor and charlie finds this hole in the wall record shop and just falls in love
things are fine and theyre still planning the wedding and then boom she's pregnant
and charlie has a hard time with the pregnancy cause like what the fuck there’s a person growing inside of me???
billy does his best to be there for her even though he’s kinda scared too cause he just wants to be a good Dad
he doesn’t want charlie or the baby to ever feel unloved or unwanted
but he’s great better than great Charlie tells him this everyday and has no problem if she still has to remind him
he holds her hand at every appointment and asks questions before she can even get them out
they find out what they’re having
Charlie was terrified of having a girl fear of the baby being just like Erica
Billy wanted a girl, he’d be happy and love the baby regardless, but fuck he wanted a girl
He wants to spoil a girl dress her up in frilly pink clothes and little bows he’s thinks that’s the Anthesis of cute
Lucas just wants to be an uncle
And the first kid is a boy
They struggle with names they go through about 50
Jason (no bc Charlie knows a boy in Hawkins named Jason and he’s a dick)
Trevor (Billy thinks that’s a douche name)
Harold (and they both say no bc their kid is not a 75 year old man)
Noah (maybe but Erica says she would refuse to call her nephew a Dork name like Noah)
Jonathon liked it though so that’s a plus
Carter (sue and max’s favorite said he’d be successful one day)
But finally they settle on Robert, Bob for Short bc there was a family friend named Bob that passed and Billy can see the way Charlie’s eyes lights up when she talks about him
hehe i posted something over on A03 here's a snippet
Billy sets down the milk jug on the countertop and gives Mrs. Byers, what he is hoping is his warmest smile. “Ma’am.”
The mousy brunette looks him up and down. Doesn’t let whatever she’s thinking show even a fraction on her face, Billy can only guess this must be from her years of working customer service. “Hello, Mr. Hargrove.” She rings up the milk while keeping an incredibly uncomfortable amount of eye contact with him. Billy almost caves. “How are we doing tonight?”
“Uh, I’m doing fine ma’am.” He damn near stutters over his words and he can tell she’s enjoying it. “And yourself?”
“Ah same old same old,” She adds while reading him his total. “I see you walked in with Charlie.”
He didn’t want to be around Carol, Tommy, and whatever girl or possible girls she could gather. He didn’t want to see Charlie and Steve laugh about whatever joke he couldn’t hear. He just wanted to eat his goddamn food in peace.
Which is why he finds himself here, on the bleachers. Freezing his ass off. Should’ve worn a thicker jacket. Should’ve worn the fucking scarf. It’s sitting in the glove compartment of his car now, he never had the guts to put it on.
He’s three bites into his chicken sandwich when he hears footsteps. He rolls his eyes.
“Who ever it is fuck off,” He grumbles around a mouth full of food. “I’m not in the mood.”
“And here I came under the guise of good intentions,” A laugh that sounds like bells hit his ears. Billy turns, Brown eyes and warm smiles. “What are you doing out here, California?”
These two have been best fucking friends since the playground days
Charlie literally would beat up bullies for him to defend his honor
And Jonathan was just so timid when they were younger so she felt like she had to protect him
Especially from Tommy because fuck him
Season 1 & 2 she puts this poor man through so much shit
Season 3 is no better
I have this AU in mind for an alternative season 3 ending and it’s significantly sadder cause why not
Like significant worse LOL
He’s like constantly worried about her
it’s been that way since they were kids and he just kinda got use to it
He quite literally can’t tell her no
Sometimes though he likes to let her lose on the public because people really just piss them off
And it’s not like they don’t deserve whatever fresh hell she can release on Hawkins
Next we have Charlie and Nancy and these two together are so so much fun
First they both like guns so some times they just go shooting cause why not
They leave Steve and Jonathon at home to do whatever it is they do and they pack a bag full of ammo and snacks to set up their own shooting range in the woods
And they have the best times out there
They just recently became friends again after like years of not speaking to eachother
Cause like pre season 1 Nancy and Charlie did not get alone because she hung out S1 Steve
And Charlie kinda hated Steve
they’re good now though
But she’s dating Jonathan now so they’re two peas in a fucking pod
They are like fericely protective of eachother and it’s like the sweetest thing
Charlie would definitely take a bullet for Nancy and vice versa
The season 3 hospital scene is just them taking turns fucking her boss up
Now for Charlie and Steve LMAO
Season 2 and kinda season 3 Steve and Charlie and just—
Charlie comes up with the worst ideas and most of the time Steve just goes along with it like “omg she’s a fucking genius”
And everyone just goes “no????”
these two together are like so stupid????? Dustin gets a headache sometimes being around them
But like Charlie is actually a nerd so sometimes when they’re ‘babysitting’ Steve has no idea what’s going on he just likes being there
But when they’re together OMG they make so much noise
And the days when for whatever reason they’re not together Billy Steve literally walks around like a kicked puppy
It’s something the kids point out and he just goes
????? What no shut up
Even though it’s very obvious to LITERALLY EVERYONE that there is something there
Both of them are just too stupid
And they all wonder when he will figure it out but at this rate when they graduate college
Next is my two favorite fucking morons
Charlie and Billy
Charlie is very much unaware of the effect she has on Billy and it literally gives him a heart attack almost everyday
And she’s kinda touchy??? Not that he minds but he just isn’t use to it???
He’s not use to someone being so open and honest with him 24/7 and it kinda throws him for a loop
But at the same time he can’t get fucking enough of it
And she’s so smiley and nice and pretty and everything he’s not use to and he just can’t tell her no to anything because of it
She makes him feel like she’s loosing his edge
But like that’s okay because it’s only every with her
Anyone else and he’d beat the living shit out of them
But also he finds her absolutely terrifying??
Because season 2 she like almost shoots him with a shot gun
Yes a fucking shotgun
Then last but not least we have Charlie and Robin
There relationship is something I haven’t got to touch in yet with my fics but
The jist is they get along too well and Steve absolutely hates it
Whenever they’re together they just poke fun at him and he just feels betrayed
Also whenever Jonathon is not around she’s in charge of Charlie
“what did she do today?”
“Tried to push Tommy Hagen down the escalator”
“Ah, that’s actually not that bad”
“??????”
But it’s not the worst job she could have like for example working at scoops ahoy
And Charlie always has bad plans but she figures if she’s apart it maybe less people could get hurt
never does this actually work but
Robin loves Charlie and just doesn’t understand the sorta thing she has with Steve
Because like Charlie is just too cool for Steve in her eyes
But whatever she’ll root for him because he maybe a dingus but he’s her fucking dingus
Artist, not in any order I found their at’s on Twitter
I have this headcanon in my fics that Joyce and Hopper get together and gossip about this kids.
Like we saw in season 3 how Hopper comes to her to complain about Mike and El but I feel like realistically it just doesn’t stop there. Especially with the inclusion of Charlie (my oc).
Like after season 2 they are both so confused with the kids. Particularly the teens because everyone just switched around.
“Wait I thought Charlie and your boy were dating?”
“So did I but I guess he’s with Nancy now. Nice girl but it happened so quick.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean his entire life he’s been with Charlie and I look up one day and Nancy’s in my house”
Dramatic gasp “get out”
“And I asked him about it and he said they were never dating just friends”
“Oh bullshit”
Then they both get confused again because the next week they see Charlie and Steve together and collectively go wtf.
“You’ll never believe who came into the store today”
“Who”
“Charlie and get this with Steve”
And Hopper looses it “so does that mean Nancy and Steve—“
“Yep”
“But Nancy and Jonathan”
“I know, Hop”
“So Charlie and Steve”
“Seems like it.”
“Oh to be young again”
But then it gets worseSKSKSK cause Charlie and Billy start to get closer. And they are thrown for a fucking loop.
“You’ll never believe who I caught at the quarry the other day”
“Who?”
“Charlie and Billy”
“Billy who’s Billy?”
“The boy who broke your plates.”
“THE BOY WHO BROKE MY PLATES???”
“Yes I was just doing my rounds cause that’s the hook up spot these days with the kids”
*dramatic gasp*
“Luckily I got there when I did Joyce I tell ya cause it was bad”
The one where Billy realizes these cold nights in Hawkins aren’t so bad now that he isn’t alone.
Billy’s been going over to Sinclair's house every Sunday for the past month now and for the first time in a long time, Billy has been happy. Like really fucking happy.
He didn’t prance in a prairie happy but he was playing his music a little louder on the way to school happy. Not complain as much when Max asked for a ride somewhere happy, but still, complain a bit because that’s just what he does. He did not give Harrington so much shit at basketball practice happy.
Because for the past month he had something to look forward to every day. And that was Sundays at the Sinclair’s in Charles’ garage fixing up that piece of shit car, even though it was getting better now.
It also meant Charlie.
Seeing her more dinners have become less awkward now and she wasn’t glaring at him the entire time, so he thinks things are going good. Erica was still Erica and gave him shit every time she saw him come through the door. He didn’t really mind, she was a good kid. When she felt like being one.
Lucas was almost as hard to crack as Charlie. He wouldn’t really speak to him at first and Billy was too scared to initiate a conversation, yes scared. He, Billy Hargrove, was scared of the scrawny little 12-year-old boy. Per se.
More like he was scared of the fact that if he did say something and it’ll be the wrong thing then Charlie and her parents would hate him all over again. He couldn’t do that, couldn’t go back to that. Not to Neil and his closed fists, that cold home where his only company was his record player and sometimes Max.
He needed those Sunday nights in that garage to make him feel sane. So one day after school he caught Charlie just as she was about to make her way to Steve’s car. Because she was always with Steve now since Jonathon was always with Nancy. She briefly mentioned that at dinner once and it’s the only reason he even knows it.
“Hey, Charlie.”
She turned towards him and for a second Billy forgot how to breathe. Because now Charlie doesn’t look at him like he’s the devil, but she looks at him like he’s Billy. And sometimes.
“Hey California,” She smiled and Billy really thought he was going to die. Like how does she just do that? How does she just smile at him like that and look at him with those eyes and just give him nicknames like they’ve known each other forever? “Wassup.”
Billy blinked. “I actually need your help with something.” His hands went into the pockets of his pants. “Or like advice really.”
She raised a brow but didn’t say anything which kind of made him nervous, but Charlie always makes him nervous, so. “It’s about Lucas as you know I’m not really the best at talking things out.” She laughed and normally Billy would've been irritated, annoyed even but it’s Charlie. “I just-- how do I get Lucas to not hate me?”
Charlie stared at him for a moment, and he got scared because shit did he say the wrong thing? Did a month's worth or work just go down the drain in a fucking second because he didn’t know how to talk to a goddamn girl?
“I don’t think he hates you,” She finally answered, adjusting the backpack on her shoulders and Billy sent her a spectacle look, she caught it. “Honestly I don't. I just think it’s more of a grudge at this point.”
“A grudge?”
“Yeah you know like when someone beats your score on your favorite game.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
She sighed deeply through her nose. “Walk with me, California.” and he did walk with her from the school to the parking lot. Walked so close their arms brushed and he couldn’t concentrate on anything but that.
“Lucas is a lot like me.” She Continued some of her hair catching in the wind exposing more of her face. “He may forgive but he doesn’t forget and honestly I never thought you would make it this far so that’s saying a lot.” She turned to him and smiled at the last part and he tried not to stare. “Just keep doing what you’re doing I’m sure he’ll come around.”
“It worked on me though,” Charlie pointed out just a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she looked over at him. “That’s gotta count for something.”
“Counts for a lot, Sinclair.”
Charlie smiled like he said the right thing, and he pauses for just a second. Cause no one ever looks at Billy that way. No one ever has a smile, a genuine fucking smile, just for him. It’s always those looks, or sneers, and even snickers. But no one ever fucking smiles at him. But Charlie. And it’s a lot.
They were at his car now and it made Billy frown because that meant Charlie would be leaving. This conversation would be over and he wouldn’t have an excuse to talk to her again until Sunday dinners. And he didn’t know if he could make it all the way till Sunday dinner.
Because those small smiles in the hall weren’t enough anymore. Holding her stupid hand during that prayer wasn’t enough anymore. He needed more. More of her smiles. More of her looks. Just more of her. So.
“Hey what are you doing right now?”
“I-I was going to hang out with Steve,” At the mention of Harrington he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Because yes of course she would be with fucking Steve. “But I don’t have any plans Friday. If you’re free.”
He was supposed to hang out with Tiffany or Tina, he honestly couldn’t tell them apart. But. “Yeah no, I’m free.” And Billy had to take a chance to process that information, cause really this was a lot. Charlie Sinclair, who rightfully hated him a month ago, had just agreed to hang out with him.
And he wanted to play it off and be the cool guy, like always. But. Billy thinks maybe she would’ve never agreed but for some reason she did. And it meant a lot. A smile was beginning to grow on his face as he looked at the brown girl.
But as quickly as it came it was gone because one loud, alarming honking horn echoed across the parking lot. And Charlie jumped surprised, they both turned to find the source and. Yeah of course it was King Steve sitting in the driver's seat of his car.
“Let’s go, Charlie!” He hollered from his car. “The kids are waiting!”
And Charlie she, gave him this annoyed look. But like the thing is Billy he’s seen that look before. At least he thinks he has maybe once or twice directed at him. Which it shouldn’t even bother him really, but it does. A lot.
“I have to go before he blows a fuse,” Steve honked again, this time longer. Which now was beginning to annoy Billy. For more than one reason. “But can we discuss the finer details later?”
Billy sent a glare at Steve, which he gladly returned. Cause yeah even though Charlie was kinda nice to him now the same feelings didn’t resonate between the boys. Which makes sense cause it’s not like Billy didn’t break a plate over his head.
“Yeah but I don’t have your--”
“I know your number,” Billy gave her a look. “My brother is literally dating your sister.”
And what ?
Yeah, Billy knew that Max was close with that little ragtag team of prepubescent dorks, but dating one of them? It had never come up at any dinners, or maybe it has and he’s just been that checked out at the dinner table. But he feels like that is something he should be at least vaguely aware of.
“Oh god, you didn’t know?” Charlie was laughing now and Billy could not find out what was funny. And Steve wouldn’t stop honking that fucking horn so he couldn’t even think. “Look I will call you tonight, California.”
And that wasn’t fair. She had called him that stupid nickname that makes it hard to breathe and was walking away before he could even get anything out. But Steve was still giving him this smug look. And he was still pissed off about the honking and the look . So.
“I’ll be waiting on your call, Sinclair.” He shouted across the parking lot making sure everyone, mostly Steve, could hear it. And based on the look King Steve was giving him he heard him loud and clear.
Billy smiled. Steve glared. Charlie rolled her eyes.
Billy realizes now that Charlie never told him when she would call him. Just that she would. So because of that Billy has been sitting next to the phone for the past 2 hours waiting on a call from the Sinclair household.
And it's just. How did he fucking get here? How did he turn into the guy who waits by the phone? He was never that guy. But now he’s waiting by the stupid fucking phone, for the stupid girl to call him. To call him. Which is so fucking stupid now that he thinks about it.
And he would’ve just gone into his room and blasted his music like always. But it’s Charlie. So he sat in the living room watching, but not really, tv until he heard the stupid thing ring. And since he's been home it’s only rung twice.
Once for had been a telemarketer which he told to fuck off. And the other had been a friend of Susan’s who had called for the recipe of her broccoli casserole. Which he doesn’t know fucking why compared to anything Mrs. Sincalir cooked she didn’t hold a candle. But Whatever.
Billy sat on the end of the couch, the one closest to the phone, almost asleep really. This was one of the rare few days where Neil wouldn’t be home till around dinner time so the house didn’t feel as oppressive as normal. Meaning Billy didn’t actually have to hide in his room till dinner. He could roam the house without being terrified he’d upset him.
It was nice and Susan wasn’t the worst company. Coming in every once in a while asking him if he wanted any snacks. He’d say no of course but it was a nice gesture he could acknowledge that.
Just then Max came through the front door kicking off her shoes and greeting her mother. The red-haired girl stopped as she saw the sight of Billy on the couch, probably surprised. And Normally Billy wouldn’t even say anything to her, but then he remembered what Charlie had said to him in the parking lot. So when the girl had sat on the other end of the couch. He kinda just blurted it out.
“So you're dating Lucas Sinclair?”
And Billy had to stop himself from laughing, cause Max looked like she was about to burst a blood vessel from how red she was turning. “Who told you?” She hissed sending a look at her Mom who was preparing dinner.
Billy shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he can’t remember that last time he’s seen Max so worked up. “So it’s true then?” He laughed resulting in her throwing a seat cushion at him, he caught it with ease.
“I can’t believe you,” She huffed, arms crossed tight. “How did you even find out?”
Billy shrugged, not really seeing a point in lying. “Charlie told me.”
Max blinked, confused. “Why the hell would Charlie tell you anything?” There was no real malice in her voice, just genuine confusion. He wasn’t offended.
“Don’t worry about it,” Billy Chided. “So you and Lucas. How long have you two been, uh, a thing?”
Now Max was looking at him like he had grown a second head, and Billy couldn’t blame her. He was never the best brother, honestly, he was probably the worst. But he felt like he didn't know, they didn’t have to be total strangers while he was here. He wasn’t expecting Max to answer him; she had no reason to really, but she did.
“Since the Snow Ball,” The small girl confesses never turning to meet Billy’s eyes. “We’ve been dating since then.”
That’s been what a month, little less than that maybe. Billy doesn’t really know. He can’t even remember the last time him and Max had even sat down and talked. It probably was way before that night. Long before they even moved to Hawkins. Billy has never been an active factor in Max’s life, just her chauffeur and not by choice.
They didn’t act the way the Sinclair kids did with one another. They probably never would if he was being honest, but he didn’t like it. He didn’t like feeling like a stranger in his own home.
“Lucas, told me you’ve been coming over for Sunday dinners,” Max spoke after a beat of silence. “He said his Dad really likes you too.”
Billy couldn’t help but smile at that because it was nice to know that everyone could see it too. See how well he and Charles got along and thankfully it all just wasn’t in his head.
“I’m helping him fix up this old car,” Billy shrugged. “Nothing really.”
“Yeah, but why did you go?” Billy turns to look at the girl to find her staring right back at him. And he forgot just how intense this kid could be sometimes. “I mean after what happened with Steve.”
And that was the million-dollar question wasn’t it? Why had Billy Hargrove done the right thing for once in his life? He doesn’t regret it not at all because he loves working on that piece of shit car in the garage. Love those Sunday dinners. Loves not being treated like a burden.
But why?
He could argue that it was the drugs they gave him. Messed him up so bad it made him right. Or he could argue it was being hit in the head with a shotgun so maybe it knocked something back into place because Neil knocked it out of. But the truth. The truth was it was Charlie Sinclair.
The girl had managed to crawl under his skin and press every button he had, and ones he didn’t even know about. In the following weeks of that night, she would look at him. That old look that he has almost forgotten about, but it broke something in him. He doesn’t know what couldn’t even put it into words. But it drove him to her porch that night.
It made him apologize. It made him work.
Now he couldn’t tell Max that because they weren’t there. He wasn’t the best with his words and opening up to his 12-year-old step sister? No, not today. So.
“I was a piece of shit,” Billy explained. “So I apologized.”
That wasn’t enough for the redhead though. But Billy really didn’t feel like having a heart to heart right now so when that phone finally did ring he jumped from the couch. Managing to beat Susan there which she sent him a look cause like, why would he run to the phone? And he didn’t need to look behind him to know what Max was thinking. But the phone was ringing.
Billy ran a hand through his hair and picked it up on the third ring.
“Hargrove residence.”
“Hi I’m calling looking for Billy,” Charlie chorused and Billy could almost picture her smile. “He’s about yeah high. Mullet. Rarely ever in a shirt unless it's about freezing.”
“Very funny, asshole.” She was laughing now and he had to stop himself from smiling cause Max was now openly staring at him from the couch now.
“I know you laughed.” He didn’t but he wanted to. “Also did Max make it home ok?”
Billy turned to look at the said red-headed child, who turned a second too late back to the tv. “Yeah, Max is ok.” He smiled at the back of her head before turning his back. “Why?”
“Nothing just checking,” She hummed. “So Friday what were you thinking?”
And yeah Billy had been thinking but it was nothing he wished to divulge over this phone call. Truthfully he had no idea what to do with a girl like Charlie. He knew what to do with Tina's and Carol’s because everyone just wanted the same thing. He had no idea how to be alone with a girl and just be alone with her.
“Why don’t you pick.”
“And they say chivalry is dead.” She mused and something in her tone made him worry. “How do you feel about the outside?”
“It’s cold and I hate it.” He answered honestly cause yeah not only did the people in Hawkins suck but so did the fucking weather. Yes, he is aware that it’s January, almost February, but did it really have to be so fucking cold?
“Sounds perfect.” She chorused. “Bring a jacket, a heavy one and you’ll be fine.”
“I didn’t say yes.”
“Well, you’re not saying no either.”
And yeah he was definitely worried now.
“I’ll take your silence as a yes then,” She continued. “Come pick me up at 6 from work ok?”
“I don’t even know where you work.” Billy started and he could feel a headache coming. “And do I get to know where we are going since I’m driving?”
“No,” She sang and if it was anybody else he would’ve been annoyed. “It’s a surprise, California. And I work at the arcade. You know the one you constantly take your sister to?”
“I’ve never seen you there before.”
“That’s because the second Max closes the door you speed off like a bat out of hell, Hargrove.”
Which yeah ok that was true.
“Yeah ok I can do that then.”
“Great,”
And Billy knew the conversation would be coming to an end soon. But he just wasn’t quite ready for that yet. He just wanted to stay on the phone with her for a little bit longer. So.
“Uh, how was your evening?”
What was he fucking Dracula all of the sudden? How’s your evening come the fuck on really. He wanted to punch himself in his stupid face.
“Uh, fine it was fine. Just watched a movie with Steve and the kids.”
He didn’t like the way she said that. Steve and the kids. Like they were an old married couple. He didn’t like it and he was mad at himself because he shouldn’t care.
“What movie?” Why can’t he just hang up the damn phone?
“Night of the living dead.” She answered. “So if Max has a nightmare feel free to yell at me.”
Billy doubted that would ever happen. He probably gets them more than her. He’s never even seen her cry let alone be scared of anything.
“Will do.” And he needed to hang up this phone before he said something stupid. But he really just couldn’t. But then.
“Lucas, what are you--”
“You’ve been on the phone for 30 minutes!” There was a struggle and had it been that long already? “Tell Steve you will call him back later!”
“This isn’t Steve you little asswhipe.”
“Who cares I need to call Max!”
“You literally just saw her for fucks sake!”
“Steve, Charlie will call you back later ok?” It was Lucas yelling into the phone now and Billy wanted to laugh cause yeah this was funny. “I just really need to talk to my girlfriend before she breaks up with me again ok?”
“This isn’t Steve,” Billy finally spoke turning over his shoulder to sneak a glance at Max. “It’s Billy.”
“Billy?”
“Yeah.”
“You were on the phone with Charlie?”
“Yeah,” Billy chided. “Can you give the phone back for a quick sec then I’ll put Max on?”
“Uh, yeah sure.” Lucas stuttered.
“Hello?” Charlie’s voice came through.
“I think we better get off the phone,” Billy mused. “Seems like we’re getting in between something.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I guess so. See you at school tomorrow.”
“Bye, Charlie.”
“Bye, Billy.”
He pulled the phone away from his ear motioning it to Max. And again she gave him a confused look, “It's for you, Maxine.” And begrudgingly she got up to get the phone but Billy was already retreating back into his room to hide for the rest of the night.
Neil had gotten to him that Thursday night.
It had been a stupid fight really and at this point, Billy doesn’t even know why he tried to fight back. Neil always wins.
He’s lucky now he supposes because Hawkins is such a small town and people talk Neils learned not to go for the face. But now his body was a map of black and blue. And like it shouldn’t bother him anymore he should be used to this. Friday was around the corner and so was Sunday he had something to look forward to.
But that night.
That Thursday night before he would see Charlie he couldn’t sleep. He stayed up all night crying in his rooms wishing he was dead.
He didn’t say anything in the car on the way to school with Max. He never did after nights like this. She knew why no doubt she heard why.
And Max would send him these looks from the passenger seat, that he pretended not to notice. She looked like she wanted to say something, anything but maybe she was too scared to. Maybe she was like Billy where he always thought he would say the wrong thing.
But when they got to the school parking lot she gave him a soft ‘ Thank you ’ but her eyes said ‘ I’m sorry .’ ‘ I hate him too .’ and ‘ not even you deserve this. ’
And yeah at that point Billy could barely keep it together. He couldn’t go into the school and pretend for 8 hours that everything was ok. He didn’t want Charlie to see him like this. Even though it’s Friday and he should be happy.
So after he watched Max go into the front doors of school he left.
It was hard to find something to do all day in Hawkins because this town really didn’t have shit.
Small corner stores, even smaller, shops, a shitty diner that could at least make a good burger. But he wasn’t particularly hungry today, honestly, the thought of eating was too much. So he went to the only spot he knew in this fucking town that made him somewhat happy.
He went to the border.
Stared at the sign that said ‘ Now Leaving Hawkins ' for hours. Cause yeah maybe hopefully one day he would be gone. Back home in California where it was never cold. Where the sun was always out and beaches were always open. Where there was no Neil.
And yeah it sucked cause he was stuck here till graduation. So Billy sat in his car. Staring at the sign. And he cried.
He did go back to pick up Max from school.
He didn’t want Neil on his case again about her finding her own way home and like Max shouldn’t have to find her own way home if he was there anyway. And he felt better now, maybe. He got as much of it out as he could and he felt fine. Ok. Normal. His normal.
So as he sat out there in the parking lot waiting for Max to come through the school doors he wasn’t really paying attention to anything else. His music was blasting and he was smoking those cigarettes he liked so much.
So when someone knocked on his window, he almost jumped. It pissed him off and he was just on edge enough as is so he turned to tell whoever this was to fuck off. But when he turned he saw those stupid brown eyes he's been thinking about all day.
“Hey, Hargrove.”
And Billy he wanted to pretend that seeing Charlie wasn’t a breath of fresh fucking air. But Charlie was everything he needed right now and more. Just what the doctor ordered.
So he turned his music off his music and rolled his window down, cause he wanted to hear everything she had to say. “Missed ya at school today,” She quipped brown eyes scanning over him trying to see what was wrong, but she wouldn’t be able to. “Everything ok?”
No. It was not fucking ok. But.
“Yeah just had to deal with some shit,” He shrugged. Some shit he’s been dealing with his whole life but like, that’s not important.
Charlie leaned forward forearms pressed against the side of his car. Invading his space and it just wasn’t fucking fair. “We don’t have to hang out tonight,” She offered. “If you're not feeling ok.”
And Billy he just kind of froze. Cause she was so close. He could smell whatever perfume she had on and it was making his head swim. “No, I’m fine.” He reassured her, but the look on her face told him Charlie wasn’t buying it. “I’m better. Looking forward to tonight even if you're dragging my ass out in the cold.”
Charlie smiled then so bright like the California sun and Billy had to remember how to breathe.
“Ok then. I’ll see you after work.”
“You will.”
“6 Oclock sharp.”
“Not a minute late.”
Billy had shown up early.
15 minutes early to be exact. He had run Max around in between, got some spare parts that he and Charles might use to stretch out the time. Picked up another pack of cigarettes cause he blew through half of them today. Got a few beers and he kinda wished he knew what was Charlie’s favorite brand. But whatever.
So now he’s sitting outside this stupid arcade, in the parking lot going on his second cigarette because yes he was nervous. He doesn’t know why. He just is and it pisses him off. And like he’s sitting out here waiting for her to come out counting in this head the 1,001 ways he could fuck this up.
He’s made it this far albeit not entirely unscathed. But he’s fucking made it.
Charlie wouldn’t have even agreed to hang out with him unless she wanted to. She doesn’t do anything unless she wants to, he remembers. And she’s willing to spend her Friday night with him. Billy Hargrove. Not King Steve, or weird little Byers, not even that Priss Nancy. But him. So yeah. That has to mean something.
He let his cigarette dangle between his lips as he looked in his side mirror yet again, brushing back curls that he felt were too unruly. Making sure he didn’t look as bad as he felt. And even though it is barely 6 o'clock it's already dark out.
Charlie came out at exactly 6:02.
He managed to give himself one last look in his rearview mirror, ‘ Don’t fuck this up ’ before she got into the car. Charlie turned to him, brown eyes twinkling and a smile still just as bright.
“Are you ready for the best night of your life?”
Billy took one last huff of his cigarette before flicking it out the window. “Lead the way, Sinclair.”
Somehow her smile grew and his stomach churned. He started the engine and peeled out the parking lot like hell on wheels.
“When you said the best night of my life I imagined something completely different.”
“Oh come on this isn’t that bad,” Charlie hummed from the hood of his car beer in hand. “This is literally one of the best spots in Hawkins.”
Billy stared out ahead of him looking at the murky depth of the quarry, unphased. He took a swig of his beer.
“Then how come I never heard of it?” He quipped digging his free hand deeper in his pocket because the cold was nipping at his skin now. And yes he did wear a thick jacket as requested.
Charlie laughed and it sounded like bells. “Cause you hang out with uneducated trolls like Tommy.”
She wasn’t wrong about that. The only thing they did together was drink till they couldn’t remember the night and make stupid decisions. And that was just a Tuesday for them. Fridays were even worse because usually, Billy was conscious of the stupid decision he was making.
“What, is this your spot?” He remarked, tone light. “Is this where you bring all the guys or am I just that special?”
Charlie smiled, taking another sip of her beer. “I don’t think I ever brought anyone here besides, Jonathan.” She admitted honestly followed by a light shrug.
“Wait, you and Byers?” Billy wasn’t prying honestly; he was just genuinely curious about her. Because outside of family dinners they don’t speak. He doesn’t know much about her besides the fact that Tommy and Coral can’t stand her.
She raised an eyebrow. “ What ?”
“You and Byers,” He reiterated. “Were you two--”
“Oh my god , no.”
“Never?”
“Never,” She repeated sternly, hands going to her face. “We are quite literally Best Friends.”
Billy made a face. “But you two were always together,” He added, and literally everyone just assumed they were something cause he followed her around like a lost puppy. Never could find one without the other. Attached like glue.
“Yes, because we are best friends,” She continued. “And Jonathon was never good with talking with people. And I never liked talking to people so. We just clicked.”
He mulled over what she said, looking forward. Took another sip of beer before he spoke again. “Did you ever think about it?”
Charlie turned to look at him. Hand rubbing the back of her neck and the other swirling her beer.
“Once. I thought about it once.” She answered honestly, taking him by surprise. “Think he did too at one point, but we never did anything about it.”
“How come?”
“I don’t know, scared?” She offered. “Afraid it’ll go wrong probably. We’ve known each other since grade school so if we did it and it went wrong,” She exhaled deeply, her breath becoming a cloud in the cold. “It could ruin everything.”
Billy concluded that Jonathon Byers was a fucking moron and took a large gulp of his beer.
“It worked out for the best anyway,” She said. “He’s happy. I’m happy. What more could I ask for?”
He didn’t say anything after that looking at the quarry waters that were just as black as night. Seems to reflect the stars in the sky like a mirror. It was nice he’d give her that.
“My turn, California.”
Billy’s stomach churned but he put on a brave face. “I’m an open book, Sinclair.”
“You’re many things, Billy, but open is not one of them.” He laughed at that, something small but it was enough to draw her attention. “So what’s California like?”
“Fucking warm for starters,” He sniffed trying his best to hide from the cold in his jacket. Charlie smiled at him. “The sun seems like it’s always out. You can smell the salt from the sea in the air. I don’t know, it just seems like anything is possible there.”
“You miss it.”
It wasn’t a question. Billy finished off the last of his beer before grabbing another one from where the case sat in between them.
“Yeah, more than I care to admit.” He divulged opening a new can. “I miss the ocean. Could stay on the beach for hours just looking at it.”
“What’s it like?”
“Uh, ya know it’s a shit ton of water.” He wished he was better with words. “It can be scary. Currents could take you under if you’re not careful. But it's beautiful.”
He remembers the days his mom used to take him out surfing. He'd always convince her to let him stay out there a few extra minutes. He rolled his eyes at the memory taking a sip of his can.
“Why do Tommy and Coral hate to see you coming?” He asks, suddenly catching her off guard he didn’t mean to. Just didn’t want to think about her.
“I’m not surprised he didn’t tell you,” She laughed. “It’s because I used to kick his ass every day when we were kids.”
And Billy blinked. Cause there’s just no way. Charlie caught his look and laughed even harder. “No seriously when we were younger he loved picking on Jonathon, so I--” She snorted. “I would beat his ass.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, no ask anyone.” She takes the last sip of her beer. Not going for a new one quite yet. “I remember distinctly putting his little ass in a headlock on the playground cause he fucked up Jonathon’s art project and tried to pretend it was an accident.” She was laughing again, this time hard. “The teacher had to pry me off him.”
Billy was joining her in laughing too now. Cause just the image of a small Charlie giving Tommy absolute hell was enough for him. But Charlie had this type of laugh that made you want to join in too.
“Ah, fuck,” He chuckled as Charlie wiped the corner of her eyes. “Ok, so Carol what’s the story there?”
“Do not judge me,” She reached in between them for another beer. They were down to three now. “Coral hates me because Tommy was my first kiss.”
Billy choked mid-sip at that. “No fucking way.”
“It was a moment of weakness.”
“You just said you used to beat the shit out of him,” Billy chuckled, wiping droplets of beer off his chin. “How did it even happen?”
“Uh, 7th-grade spring dance,” She offered brown eyes shining even in this dark night. “It was behind the bleachers. Carol, of course, had a crush on him so she was livid.” Charlie shrugged. “Hated me ever since.”
“She makes it seem like you tried to kill her puppy.”
“Yeah, well that's cause she’s a bitch.”
Billy laughed, taking another sip of his beer.
“Who was your first kiss?”
Billy raised his eyebrows. “If you repeat a word of this to anyone I’ll kill you,” She crossed an X over her chest and Billy’s eyes lingered at the action. “Stacy Holloway. I was 12, dumb, and in love.”
“ The Billy Hargrove was smitten?” She teased and he couldn’t help but chuckle before murmuring a shut up, continuing with his story.
“This is so stupid but I asked her to go for a walk with me on the pier one day, for whatever reason she agreed.” Billy fiddled with the ring on his finger. “I held her hand on the walk there and,” He sighed harshly through his nose. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this, fuck it. I timed it so we would get to the end of the pier at sunset and that’s when I kissed her.”
“That is the cutest shit I ever heard.”
“Charlie, I swear to--”
“No, honestly!” She laughed. “Who knew you could be such a sweetheart?”
Billy scratched at his temple. Stomach churning but he ignored it and took a long swing of his beer, knowing it was half gone at this point.
“You’re next.”
“How do you expect me to follow that?”
“Charlie.”
“You just gave romance authors a run for their money,” She insisted between sips. “I got nothing to beat that. The closest thing you get to romance in Hawkins is guys trying to put their hands down your pants at the movies.”
“Ok fine,” Billy laughed. “No romance. What’s your favorite band?”
“Blondie.” She admitted without missing a beat. “Jonathon is actually the one that introduced me to them. May his taste in music never waver.”
Charlie took a large gulp of her beer at that. Billy smiled as he watched her do it.
“So I’m gonna say something while I have the liquor running through me as an excuse,” She admitted turning to him. He could only make out half her face, it was so dark out. “I don’t know what made you apologize that night but I’m glad you did.”
Billy’s stomach churned again but this time he couldn’t ignore it.
“I can admit in the beginning I gave you a hard time but you kept coming back.” Those stupid brown eyes were holding him in place and he couldn’t turn away if he wanted to. “My parents love you, Erica tolerates you,” Billy had laughed at that. “And Lucas I think is finally warming up to you.”
“What qualifies as warming up?” He asked with a raised brow because the kid still won’t say a word to him.
“When you’re brought up in conversations he actually engages now instead of pretending you don’t exist.” She admitted smiling like this was a grand improvement.
“You bring me up in conversations?”
“That’s not the point I was trying to make, California.” Turning her face away so he can’t see it. He won’t push it but he’ll be saving that one for later. Hopefully another time.
He took a small sip. “So what is the point then?”
She stared out into the quarry this time.
“I like having you around.” She admitted so quietly he almost didn’t catch it.
It was a small admission. But it was enough to make his world stop spinning. Charlie Sinclair liked having him around. Liked having him around as much as he liked being around. It made the bruises on his body not ache so much. Made his ears ring. Because maybe, just maybe. It could be more.
Suddenly it wasn’t so cold in Hawkins anymore.
He cleared his throat and his mouth was dry. “I like uh, coming around.” He grimaced at the sound of his voice and decided to just finish his beer cause maybe that’ll help.
“Good, hoping you’ll stick around for a while.” She tucking a strand of hair behind her ear now. “My Dad would be really sad if you didn’t.”
Maybe it was the cheap beer that was making him a little braver than usual. It made him not second guess himself so much. So he kinda just.
“Just your Dad?”
She paused for a beat. Looking up at him through her lashes. Billy wasn’t even aware he was leaning forward slightly, maybe to get a better look. Maybe to inch his hand closer to hers on the hood of his car. Maybe.
Her lips parted to answer him and he couldn’t pry his eyes away from them.
But then there was a flash of blue and red. A Police siren and they jumped away from one another.
“Shit,” He cursed, quickly throwing his beer can into the woods. He grabbed Charlie’s and the girl let him take it. For a brief moment their hands touched but Billy didn't even have a chance to process it because a cop was making his way towards them.
“Wait, Billy, I think--”
The sheriff got out of his car shining that obnoxious flashlight in hand and Billy had to cover his eyes. “What are you kids-- Charlie?”
Charlie grimaced. “H-hey, Hopper. How’s your night going?”
Hopper looked between Billy and Charlie then to the beers scattered on the ground before he answered. “You know, same ol same old. And you?”
“Ah, you know.” She laughed. “Just catching up with my buddy, Billy.” She clapped a hand on his back and Billy stumbled forward at the action. He sent her a look and she just nodded her head towards Hopper.
“Hello, Sir.”
“Hargrove,” He regarded him with an overall unimpressed look.
He turned back to the smaller girl and Billy was relieved. “Charlie, are your parents aware that you are here. Alone. With a boy. Drinking, what I’m hoping is canned sodas.”
Charlie rocked back on her feet. “Yeah, they know all about, Billy.” She elbowed him in the side. “Don’t they, Billy?”
He knew when to take a hint.
“Yeah, The Sinclairs know,” He offered his best smile to the gruff-looking cop. “They know we are here.”
“Right so here’s what we are going to do,” Hopper mumbled clicking off his flashlight. “I am going to get in my car and drive away. Then you, Hargrove, are going to take Charlie straight home. Do I make myself clear?”
“Cyrstal sir.”
“And drive the speed limit with her in the car.”
“Yessir.”
“Thank you, Hopper!” Charlie called from next to him and the old man just waved a hand over his shoulder in acknowledgment before getting in his car and leaving the clearing.
Billy turned to Charlie. “What the fuck was that?”
“What was what?”
“The sheriff,” He clarified. “He just let us go.”
Charlie shrugged, grabbing the leftover beers off the hood of his car. “Well me and Hopper are pretty cool so yeah.”
“You’re cool with the cops?”
“Cop, singular.” She corrected him as if that made a difference. “Honestly we got lucky it was him and not dumb and dumber. Those two would’ve definitely given us tickets.”
Billy patted his jacket down for his keys but did not find them. He heard a jingle and looked up just in time to catch them as Charlie tossed them his way.
“Now come on, California.” She ushered already making her way to the passenger seat. “We got about 15 minutes before Hopper is driving down my street making sure I actually made it home.”
Billy made it back to her house in 10.
Could’ve been five but he regarded Hopper’s warning about going the speed limit. He only had 3 beers and was only the slightest bit buzzed but he rather not risk it. It was about 9:40 when they pulled up to the Sinclair household didn’t even seem like they were out there that long.
But Charlie wasn’t rushing to get out of the car and he wasn’t forcing her to go.
So.
“This was fun,” She admitted with a laugh. “Before Hopper showed up I mean.”
“Yeah, it was,” Billy’s finger drummed along his steering wheel. Nervous. “We should do this again.”
Her eyes were on him again. “I’d like that.”
“Cool,” He bit the inside of his cheek. “But next time I pick the place if that’s okay.”
“I’m sure I’ll live, California.” She reached for her backpack. “Well see you Sunday?”
“Yeah, Sunday.” He hoped it didn’t sound as awkward as he felt. “Goodnight, Charlie.”
“Night, Billy,”
And she turned to leave one foot on the sidewalk but she turned back towards him at the last second. “Right ok I forgot to tell you this,” She stammered. “But I’ll be sad too.”
Billy blinked so very confused.
“Ok wow really have to spell it out for you.” Charlie bit her lip and normally he would’ve felt insulted. “When you asked if just my Dad would be sad.” She clarified. “I wanted to tell you if you ever stopped coming around I’d be sad too.”
Oh.
Fuck. His stomach was churning again cause now he didn’t have the beer to calm him down. He was just his stupid self in front of her and he’d never thought, never dreamed of what to do in a situation like this.
And Charlie was looking at him with those stupid brown eyes waiting for him to say something, anything. But he couldn’t for the life of him get his mouth to form words in this singular moment. It was like he was physically glitching.
Billy tried his best to smile and hoping this awkward pause wasn’t as long as he actually thought it was. “Thank you, Charlie.”
That must’ve been the right thing to say because now she’s smiling at him and he can’t breathe.
“Ok I’m gonna head inside then,” And just like that she was gone, making her way across the dimly lit yard to her front door. Turning around to send him one last wave before heading inside and like the dumbass, he is he waved back.
When she went inside Billy sped off.
His chest felt light, he couldn’t stop smiling, he was just so fucking happy. He had this Friday and hopefully the next. He had those Sunday’s in the garage with Charles.
