You and Max had been friends since you both lived in California, moving to Hawkins was a pain in your asses, but hey, at least you had each other. Max admired the fact she had an older friend, she thought it was so cool. Being friends with Max Mayfield meant also having to be around her older step-brother, Billy Hargrove. 'King of Hawkins High'. He was in your grade, and was fawned over by basically everyone. But Max made your vision of him warp; she made you think of him as an abusive demon-spawn of a step-brother who hated everyone and just wanted to work out.

You and Max had just came home from an afternoon at the arcade with your other friends, and like clockwork, Billy was in the living room, working out in that tight white tank top with the cigarette dangling from his lips, its like life was trying to get you to fall for him. "Max, I told you not to bring any friends over. You're grounded, remember?" Billy called out over his blaring aggro-punk music.