1985.

Prom night at Hawkins High. All teens were glamed up and in their best suits for the night they dreamed for so long. The gym was covered in sparkling decorations, the smell was a mix of colognes and drinks.

It just hit Steve Harrington how big of a deal he would make about that night in the past. Prom night, where girls would battle to be his date, when he would, without a shadow of a doubt, be the prom king... Where King Steve would be at his peak as King of Hawkins.

But that felt like ages ago. Now, in his all white rented suit, a red cup on his hand as he looked around the gym seeing all of his classmates who used to worship the ground he would step on enjoying themselves like it was the last night of their lives, everything felt so cliche. His date - a girl that he doesn't even remember the name at that point - ditched him to dance with her girl friends, so nothing stopped Steve from walking out of the building to get some air.

The sky seemed a bit darker, making the stars shining brighter than other nights. The sound from the gym still reached his ears as Steve glanced around the parking lot mind absent. Until the very familiar blue camaro and it's owner caught his attention.

Billy Hargrove was laying against his car in a clear blue suit, drinking from a bottle with his back turned to the school building. Of course Steve, just like every other student, was expecting Billy to arrive at the prom in all his glory, some lucky girl by his side as everyone would kiss his ass as Hargrove would throw in Steve's face how he stole the king title from him. But seeing Hargrove by himself in the parking lot all by himself, only with alchool as his company and his body language lacking any ounce of his usual confidence, it seemed that the blond was ready to enter the prom, but had bailed at the last second as soon he arrived when the party started.

Steve knew that he should turn around get back into the party and act like he didn't saw anything before the other would notice, considering that it was the guy who almost beat him to death that he was talking about; but he could see the way that the blond was stumbling, how he looked like he didn't even knew where he was. Billy was too drunk to the point of being a danger to others or even himself. Besides, seeing the untouchable Billy Hargrove looking vulnerable with his head like a scary kid was like seeing a fatal car crash to Steve - can't look away even though your brain is yelling for you to do so.

Steve didn't think twice as he made his way to the blue camaro and it's owner. He had to take the other away before anything bad happened. Besides, Billy was too drunk to even recognise Steve, so it wasn't like he would put up a fight.