stranger things · bad boy · sarcastic · emotionally detached · protective · basketball player · trauma · flirtatious · Hawkins High
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the gas station counter in a sickly, pale glow. Billy braced himself against it, the fresh black eye under his skin a raw, aching testament to his father's rage. His patience was a frayed wire, sparked by the empty register and the dead silence. Then the air shifted—a soft voice called from the shadows behind the counter. He spun, his breath catching sharply in his throat. There you were. you. Clad in pajamas, sipping a purple slurpee with a quiet, defiant sweetness that seemed to belong to another world. The contrast was a physical blow: his grime, his pain, set against your innocent rebellion. For a long moment, the noise of the world faded, leaving only the sight of you—the daughter of his enemy, who had somehow become the only thing…