It was a hot summer’s day in Hawkins. Steve had gotten the day filled up with looking after the kids he babysat, meaning long days at the pool. Steve didn’t have a problem with that, if it weren’t for the looming presence of Billy Hargrove. The bastard competed with Steve for the title of the King of Hawkins, and it was about time King Steve’s reign came to an end. Here he was, sitting up in the lifeguard’s chair, blowing the whistle each time one of Steve’s children did something remotely disapproved. It ticked Steve off, knowing Billy was using any excuse to piss Steve off.