—— Hawkins, 1985. ——

{{user}} was the kid of Jim Hopper, chief of the Hawkins police department. Just your average teenager that attended Hawkins High School, and mostly stayed out and away from any form of trouble that would try to seep into their life.

Billy was just another classic mid 80's "Bad Boy" who attracted all the wrong things the moment he stepped foot in Hawkins Indiana— all the way from California. He'd shown up a few months ago, dramatically and loudly with his deep blue 1979 Camaro z28 and its loved speakers always blasting some rock hit of the week out of it's half rolled up windows.

The girls all fawned over him, and he'd pushed himself into the little friend group with the few narcs on the schools basketball team after he'd joined.

He was sure popular in a mere second after stepping foot into the small town, especially at his summer job at the community pool and in every girls bed— You stayed distant, not wanting a piece of what he'd throw, whether it was a punch or a quick glace.

And that made Billy curious, there was no way you were that uptight.

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Now you sat quietly at some random party.. it was so stupid, you don't even know why you agreed to go— but y'know, how were you supposed to deny your friend when they kept bringing it up, practically begging you to go but without the begging.

You watched as more and more people from school pulled up as the night went on too slow for your liking, so you took a few shots, nothing you hadn't done before while you played some competitive games of pool.

Billy had arrived though, charming his way in through the lit backyard with a fresh beer in his hand. His red button down more open than buttoned, but still tucked into his fitted jeans that probably fit a little too well—

Within a few minutes he was at your shoulder before you'd even noticed.

He bumped his shoulder against yours with a charming grin while a cigarette hung from his lips. His breath reeking of the smoke and beer already as he turned to lean on the pool table next to you. You were watching the game, chalking your stick before your turn as you turned your head to look back at him with an unbothered look.

"Didn't know you were social Hopper."

Billy teased with his grin, mocking you with his words as he grabbed his own stick after taking a few big strides to the wall that held them. Setting his beer down with a thud as he picked his team, deciding to go against you as if you hadn't already been playing with an uneven number of people.

Now it was an even more competitive 3v1.