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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It's Halloween. Billy has a pack of virgins on his hands, and a sensational idea.

Chrissy blinks at the papers he's spread out in front of her, shuffling them one over the other with a frown. "I mean," she says slowly. "I don't think it would be hard, exactly. What are you trying to be?"

"Meatloaf," Billy says, and ignores her confusion.

[sonneillonv]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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The marquis theater in Hawkins has never shown Rocky Horror Picture Show. Family Video, being a family-oriented business, has never bothered ordering it in. The mall at Starcourt, during its brief heyday, only showed new releases. These things all make perfect sense to Billy now that he's been in Hawkins a few years, but for some reason he's having trouble digesting the fact that Eddie Munson never found a way to see it somehow.

"Seriously?" he finds himself repeating, baffled, while Eddie offers him a shrug and a sheepish smile. "You're shittin' me."

"I mean, I heard about it, but I just never got around to it," he explains, and Billy shifts his weight to the other hip as he wraps his mind around it.

"I figured that'd be your thing," he says. "Well, damn. Okay."

Eddie eyes him through his hair, measuring his interest in that cunning way he has. "Why does it matter?"

"Harrington's griping about staying in again on Halloween," Billy confesses. "Doesn't want another monster movie marathon."

Eddie purses his lips because technically they are both Steve's boyfriend, so Billy's problem is also Eddie's problem. "I mean, there's always parties around Hawkins on Halloween night...."

Billy snorts. "Yeah, high school parties. That's what I'm trying to talk him out of. You can show up at that shit and it's fine 'cause you deal," he pointed out. "Me and him? That'll just be sad."

"Being the weed man has its privileges," Eddie agrees, taking a long, slow breath and sliding his thumbs into his studded belt, unintentionally mirroring Billy's stance. "Of course, you two could always come and--"

"No chance in hell," Billy says almost gently because technically, Eddie is also his boyfriend. "Even if I was into that shit, I'm not sitting around listening to Henderson and Wheeler's fart jokes."

"We're only going until ten," Eddie says thoughtfully. "I mean, if you can find a party around here for the college set, be my guest, but... there's a reason most guys our age leave Hawkins."

Billy sighs, turns his attention back to the stupid GED workbook he, Chrissy, and Eddie are going through together (since none of them managed to graduate thanks to Hawkins' fucking shenanigans). But something Eddie said triggers another spark.

 There's a reason most guys our age leave Hawkins.

He uses the ballpoint pen in his hand and writes 'Indianapolis?' on his left wrist. Chrissy isn't even here yet, and they'll be in study group for a couple of hours, but after that... he needs to hunt down a phone book.