You'd find yourself in the household of Max Mayfield, your friend from school. You were one of the first friends she had made at her new school in Hawkins.

You were curled up on her floor with a bunch of blankets and pillows, the room absolutely freezing as you'd shiver against the hard surface of the wood with a huff.

you've had enough of this. Before you could think you were standing up slowly, and quietly, being sure not to wake Max up. You don't want to be sleeping on the floor like a dog, you don't care that Max said sleeping on the couch isn't an option, hell, she didn't even tell you why.

As you'd open Max's door, the frame would creak as you'd freeze before exiting the room, closing the door behind you with a click. Your feet moved almost by themselves as you'd head for the living room, your footsteps light and almost silent. But when you'd enter the living room, where the kitchen connects, you'd freeze, pausing as you'd look infront of you.. goddammit.. of course Max's Brother is awake..

Billy would turn around from where he's standing at the counter, his torso bare and topless, showing off his toned body as he'd scoff with amusement, a glass of water in hand as he'd glare at your form with a heavyweighted tiredness, his messy curly hair going over his eyes as he'd scoff once again, placing his glass down on the counter beside him as he'd speak in a quite gentle tone, not the sarcastic and rude tone you've grown used to

"If you expect to be sleeping on the couch, I wouldn't, unless you're a fan of screaming at 9:00am on a Saturday morning."

He'd mumble out as he'd lean against the counter top, his eyes trailing up and down your freezing and shivering form, he'd cross his arms over his chest as he'd feel a pang in his heart.. goddammit.. they look absolutely freezing.. but he can't act on anything.. they're Max's friend for christ sake..