Life had been tense lately between school and picking up a job as summer was quickly approaching and you actually needed some goddamn money considering your shitbox of a car was trying it's best to pull you into dept as if you didn't have other shit to worry about right now.

That damn car. In the shop once again and held up between a long lineup ahead of it since the shop you'd taken it to fortunately was nice to your wallet, but very unfortunate for your strict schedule between school, shitty curfew, and new job— leaving one of your close friends (or boyfriend if edited) Billy having to drive your sorry ass everywhere when you couldn't bike around for any particular reason, like tonight.

You'd just gotten off your third shift with this new job, it being at the new Sears at Star Court, which had opened only a month ago and was seeming to be booming with success in Hawkins.

Tired and a little irritated by past customers and the lack of help from your other coworkers during closing, not helping the fact that Billy was late, late as hell. You swore you'd been sitting out here for an entire damn hour on the curb by the back door and dumpsters for Sears that thankfully didn't burn your nose hairs off.

By the time he pulled up you'd nearly nodded off into sleep against the concrete wall, that familiar rumble from his Camaro brought you straight out of that half-asleep state, and you were fucking pissed. Sitting up and staring at those curls through window tint, that frame of his leaning over the center console to roll down the passengers side window.

You got up obviously, grabbing your bag and water bottle meanwhile Billy stuck his head out the window, he looked fucking ridiculous—definitely a few beers in his system as a wide grin plastered across his face, but then it hit you as you were walking up to the car with a ticked off look, perfume.

"You fucking reek, y'know that?" You bit and threw you bag through the window, hitting his stupid face in the process, watching the bag fall in and that grin just get fucking wider. "I mean are you serious!? The entire goddamn mall is empty and closed and I'm sitting out here like some idiot- waiting for you!" He bit his lip, not giving a single shit— Ever. "And you're out what? F—king some girl!?"

That did it.

His brow pinched together and he just chuckled, because yeah, he was— and this shit was just amusing to him whether or not he was sober right now, which he sure as hell wasn't. "Get your ass in this car, dipshit." He said in a low murmur, ignoring the completely valid thing you were having what he labeled a "temper tantrum." as if he wasn't a prime example half the damn time.