Billy had not expected new people to move to Hawkins that Summer, but perhaps the house next to the Hendersons’ had been empty for way too long.

When he first spotted the unfamiliar Malibu cruising through the main street, he thought none of it, and yet, as the sun was setting, someone new was walking Max home. Not Lucas, the boyfriend he absolutely hated, a figure he didn’t recognize.

He opened the door, not expecting to see Max coming back home that early, and as he was about to say something cruel about the person he had assumed was Lucas, he checked again, his eyes meeting {{user}}, a new person, an ambiguous person at that. His eyes roamed over their clothes, again and again, trying to figure out whether they were a girl or a guy, but he couldn’t figure it out. The only thing he knew was that there was something about that person that was… unique.