@inthechlo.
“ ― i think his jeans are tighter than mine. “ the brunette muses aloud to those around her. a small smirk creeps to her lips and her eyes roll, her attention parting briefly from the mullet. leaning on against the car belonging to one of her friends, they were all lounging in the parking lot outside of hawkins high. she digs a pack of cigarettes from her bag that is slung over her shoulder and she makes her way toward him, lighting the dart up just before she approaches him. “ it’s billy, right ? "


















