Two left feet
Summary: You can’t dance to save your life, even if you’re trying desperately to in the parking lot while you wait for your kid sister at the Snow Ball. Luckily, there’s someone there to help.
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: None but language, and you might die from the vomit-inducing fluff.
A/N: We were robbed of a Billy at the Snow Ball scene, Duffers, you assholes. Also, yeah, Billy’s Hargroovin’ to the beat in a parking lot. Let me live.
You raised your hand in a wave, but Katie was already inside, her hair wild around her head and curlier than you’d seen it in weeks. She looked happy and bright and had rosy cheeks at the thought of dancing with her crush – the Byers kid. You thought it was kind of sweet. She’d been upset for weeks when everything had happened last year, if anything, you hoped that your sister brought a smile to his face like you’d seen Nancy bring to Jonathan’s.
Crossing your arms slowly, you backed up and leaned against the hood of your car, humming a little and smiling at the doors. The music was lilting out softly every time some kid swung the doors open, but soon they were turning it up and you could vaguely make it out as you waited in the cold.
Tapping your foot, you hummed along to a few of the songs, turning to pull your scarf out of the car to wrap around your neck. You swore to your mom you wouldn’t go anywhere but the school and you would wait there the entire night for your sister, just because everyone was a little paranoid after what happened with the lab got out. Who knew something like that could happen in Hawkins?
It was almost too cold to be outside, but you didn’t want to waste the heat in your car so you wrapped the scarf tighter and fished out your hard-worn paperback. It had the worst cover imaginable, but what was inside was what counted. At least that’s what you told yourself.