HAWKINS, INDIANA: 1984

You and Steve Harrington had been together for a couple of months. However, there had been a lot of fighting and tension between both of you. Steve was an outgoing, athletic kid… you, on the other hand, were not. You were quite introverted. You’d rather be inside drawing than partying in a loud, crowded room full of noisy kids your age.

As if that hadn’t already driven a rift between both of you, he was always on you about that. Forcing you to go out all the time when you couldn’t handle the noise and pressure.

Now, after all the Demogorgon hysteria had died down just a tiny bit, you were back at school. And that meant new people.

A fancy, blue, 1979 Chevrolet Camaro pulled up to school one day, a guy and a younger girl. He climbed out of the driver’s seat, with long, wavy blonde locks that blew in the wind. His eyes were a shiny deep blue and he was tall. The younger girl seemed to be his sister, you assumed, with red hair and cool clothing.

You couldn’t help but stare as the guy walked by, his gorgeous hair flowing with his movements. He looked amazing, and obviously, other girls around you saw that too. Shyly you curled your hair behind your ear, but then shook your head; you had Steve! You didn’t even know this guy’s name. He could be too old, you’d never know.

So, from then on, every time you were around Steve, he’d be around. You’d learned that his name was Billy Hargrove. He’d walk the halls, and he’d catch your eye immediately. But you couldn’t fucking do this. Steve should be the only one you see.

“{{user}}… what do you keep looking at?” Steve asked, finally seeing your distracted attention. Billy was already gone, disappeared around a corner.