@menuexpand said “ are we really doing this? are we really slow-dancing? ” from 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . » accepting
it’s not that he’s scared of what max’ll do to him he knows she doesn’t have the bat , knows she doesn’t have any more of whatever that shit in the needle was if she finds out he’s fucking with harrington again. it’s that unless billy goes out of his way to put himself in harrington’s path , they don’t see much of each other this semester. and for a school the size of hawkins , that’s a feat in and of itself. it doesn’t stop billy from making a comment in passing in the hallway or in the lunch line , but that’s the extent of it. til now.
harrington’s sleep-filled voice reaches his ears and it takes a second to process , blue eyes cutting up from where he’s been focused on carving his initials into the wooden tabletop for the last . . . thirty minutes to where harrington sits across from him. there’s a stack of papers billy’s supposed to be working on , supposed to be completing because he didn’t bother doing them in the first place and gladys fisher’s idea of makeup work is saturday morning detention. neil’s gonna tan his hide if ( when ) he finds out , but that’s something to worry about later.
are we really slow dancing? he starts to whip his pencil at harrington’s head to wake him up , but stops himself at the last second. it’s just the two of them in the library. a minute or two passes and he’s still knocked out. as quietly as billy can , he slips from his chair and behind the other boy gripping his keys so that they don’t jangle in his pocket and tucking his necklace inside his shirt. steve mumbles something else billy can’t make out ; he doesn’t need it. “ ohhhh , steve . . . ” billy pitches his voice higher without raising it too much. “ let’s go somewhere we can be alone. ”
