#setting:future

Billy didn’t know why he was here.

After he and Billy move to California, Steve starts to put on some weight. Apart from the usual cattiness, Billy doesn’t seem to mind.

(or what happiness could look like for steve and billy, topped with a cherry.)

It's Parents' Day at Hawkins Elementary. Steve doesn't expect his old high school rival to be there too. He also doesn't expect the heart-to-heart that follows. Then again, Steve's learned not to expect anything in life, so it kind of works out.

Now, though, Billy’s nails are lighting a fire in his nipple and he’s talking about how he pushed a needle through one today and suddenly it’s all Steve can think about, got him a little dizzy and his whole body warm as hell about it.

After the party, Steve is hungover and really not expecting anyone to show up on his doorstep. He's certainly not expecting Billy Hargrove.

Billy was having a really good time. He liked all these people, all these other 20-somethings who had their shit figured out about as much as Billy did. It was reassuring. So he was having a good time. That is, he /was/ having a good time, and then the door opened, sometime around midnight, and in walked the last fucking person on earth Billy had thought he’d run into again.

He walked up to the office situated on the inside of the large, open industrial room, and there sat Billy Hargrove, ankled boots crossed on top of his desk, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.