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deerington2019-06-10 03:39 pm
driving) wrote in deerington2019-06-10 03:39 pm
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Who: Billy Hargrove driving and Steve Harrington acidwashjeans
What: Billy doesn't take Steve's advice.
When: Day one of Billy's arrival.
Where: Near Route 7, coming in from the south.
Content Warnings: Coughing up blood.
[ For a while Billy didn't know what time it was or how long he'd been gone. He'd driven out of town and kept driving and driving until his heart was pounding in his chest from some deep-seated fear he couldn't explain as pieces of himself gradually fell away until he forgot his own name.
Eventually he got so far out that he tried to strike at the rear-view mirror because the face he saw staring back at him wasn't familiar anymore.
Still, he would've kept on going if it weren't for the deer that had parked itself right in front of his car when he slammed on the brakes after being startled by his own reflection. He honked, the deer didn't flinch. He inched his car forward and the deer gave it a nice scratch with the tip of one of its antlers in retaliation.
Concern for his car, of all things, was what got him to turn around and drive back. He was back in town quicker than he thought he'd be, and everything started coming back to him.
He pulls over to the side of the road and stumbles out of the Camaro, coughing up a big splot of blood onto the grass beside him. His whole body aches and his knees are week as he leans against the car for support.
But he's fine, really. He's fine. ]
driving and Steve Harrington acidwashjeansWhat: Billy doesn't take Steve's advice.
When: Day one of Billy's arrival.
Where: Near Route 7, coming in from the south.
Content Warnings: Coughing up blood.
[ For a while Billy didn't know what time it was or how long he'd been gone. He'd driven out of town and kept driving and driving until his heart was pounding in his chest from some deep-seated fear he couldn't explain as pieces of himself gradually fell away until he forgot his own name.
Eventually he got so far out that he tried to strike at the rear-view mirror because the face he saw staring back at him wasn't familiar anymore.
Still, he would've kept on going if it weren't for the deer that had parked itself right in front of his car when he slammed on the brakes after being startled by his own reflection. He honked, the deer didn't flinch. He inched his car forward and the deer gave it a nice scratch with the tip of one of its antlers in retaliation.
Concern for his car, of all things, was what got him to turn around and drive back. He was back in town quicker than he thought he'd be, and everything started coming back to him.
He pulls over to the side of the road and stumbles out of the Camaro, coughing up a big splot of blood onto the grass beside him. His whole body aches and his knees are week as he leans against the car for support.
But he's fine, really. He's fine. ]
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Anyway, it's nice out here. Sitting on the trunk of his car with a can of pepsi, looking at the trees he can almost forget he's in a fucking nightmare town and at any moment more fucked up shit could happen.
He only got rid of Barb's ghost yesterday. He doesn't want to think about what else this town could throw up at him.
He hears the Camaro before he sees it and forces himself to keep watching the trees. It's a weird kind of relief he feels at the sound. Billy Hargrove is an asshole, sure. But no one deserves this place.
Maybe those scientists who were doing tests on Eleven, but that's adult level shit.
When the Camaro's engine cuts out instead of hooning past him into town like he'd expected, Steve looks up. After a moment he hops off the trunk of his car and grabs one of the other cans of pepsi he's got in the back of the car. Then starts up the road towards Hargrove.
Still a way from the car he calls up:] Hey. [ The dumbass is implied. ] How far'd you get?
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Admitting Steve was right was difficult enough. Admitting that Steve had actually tried to help him was a whole different matter. One that he has no clue how to approach, so for now, he avoids the subject. ]
Dunno. It was all just...trees. [ He coughs again. God, this was worse than the first time he got really hammered without knowing his limits. ] Far. It was far.
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He doesn't say anything else. He doesn't say I told you so, because he knows he was right.
Steve remembers how he felt back when he'd gone back to school after fighting the Demogorgon. He'd fought a fucking monster from another dimension and Tommy wanted him to come over and chug a keg? Sometimes he still couldn't reconcile that. ]
You see one of the deer? [ Steve's heard that's what you see when you get way far out.]
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If Billy caught Steve in a weakened state like this, he certainly wouldn't be sharing pepsi and talking, that was for sure. Steve probably knew as much, too.
So why was he being nice to him? ]
Yeah. [ He taps the side of the car, where there's a scratch that wasn't there before. ] Wouldn't let me keep going.
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[ Steve crosses his arms, looking back up the road into the forest. He doesn't come closer to the car, aware that Billy probably wants his own space and really not willing to get a repeat of their earlier interaction.
For all that he's trying to project an air of totally knowing what he's doing, he really isn't sure what else to do with Hargrove. If he offers to help is the guy going to get his panties in a bunch and freak out?
So he does what he does best: just avoid thinking about it all together. ]
The real bitch is that you can't just drive to the next town over to pick up some beers. [ Everyone knew everyone in Hawkins. This place is even smaller than that, so getting a few beers while underage is even harder.]
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Fuck, I'm sure someone'll hook us up. [ The 'us' is accidental. He doesn't mean to imply that he wants to hang out and drink with Steve, because he absolutely does not. He wants them to both, separately, find their own way to get beer. ] All this crazy shit's gotta be worse for our delicate developing brains than alcohol.
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How he'd been feeling the same way.
And since he doesn't want to think about that, he quips back. ] I'm pretty sure there's no hope for your delicate brain, Hargrove.
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Don't you ever remind him that you made him laugh, Harrington. When he stops feeling like shit he's going to hate this. ] Yeah, I know, so these people should give me a fucking beer already, right?
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Also it might be the first time Steve's ever seen the guy laugh at something that wasn't someone else.
But he's going to run with it. ] If you want to drive back to the deer and ask for one, be my guest.
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But he just treats it like he's a little tipsy instead of bleeding on the inside. ]
The fucker owes me for the scratch on my car. Should've got his insurance. [ See? That was a joke and everything is fine. ]
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He tries to play off the jump as just moving around. Like his leg has a cramp. ]
Like there's insurance in this fucking town.
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[ Except for the part where he'd take a thousand speeding tickets over what just happened to him. He laughs again, but it's not genuine. His gaze is distant, staring deep into the forest. ]
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Nah, he'll figure that out. ]
Yeah, maybe.
[ And now that neither of them are laughing at a dumb joke, the weirdness of the situation can't be ignored. The fact that Steve's an idiot and is somehow actually concerned about the wellbeing of Billy Hargrove is weird. ]
Right. Well. I gotta go. [Quick think of an excuse.] Wash my car.
[#genius]
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[ Billy knows it's a dumb excuse but he doesn't care. He wants out of this situation just as much as Steve does. ] I've gotta go...take a nap, anyway.
[ Because he's sure as hell tired. He slowly starts to lift himself up by the handle of his car door, tossing the empty pepsi can to the ground. ]