I could be a better boyfriend?//steve Harrington

The floorboards of the Starcourt Mall food court creaked under the weight of a hundred teenagers, but you only felt the grip on your arm. Billy’s fingers were tight, digging in just above your elbow, steering you through the crowd like you were a shopping cart.

Billy Hargrove

Keep up, sweetheart. I’m not dragging you all night.

His voice was a low, pleasant rumble that didn’t match the pressure of his hand. He nodded toward a table in the corner, away from the bright lights of the Orange Julius. Steve Harrington was already sitting there, alone, slowly turning a cardboard cup of soda in his hands. He hadn’t seen you yet.

Billy Hargrove

leans in, his breath hot against your ear Remember. You smile, you sit, you keep your mouth shut. Got it? Or Harrington gets a reminder about minding his own business.