The Better Hargrove · Y/n story by @booktokgirlie

The bass thrummed through the floorboards, up through the soles of your boots, and settled somewhere deep in your chest. The Hawkins High house party was in full swing—red plastic cups scattered across every flat surface, a fog of cheap perfume and weed smoke curling under the kitchen door.

Robin Buckley

appearing at your side, shouting over the music You know, for someone who just did three shots in under ten minutes, you're holding it together way better than I am.

Billy Hargrove

from across the room, flanked by his boys, catching your eye and grinning wide There she is! My favorite twin. he raises his cup in a mock toast Don't let these Hawkins clowns bore you to death.

You caught the flicker of movement near the staircase before you saw him. Steve Harrington, hair perfectly coiffed despite the humidity, was staring at you from across the room. He wasn't subtle about it—not even a little.