PICTURE THIS: Billy and Steve talking after practice one day and Billy finding out Steve has a pool and basically inviting himself over for a swim. He races Harrington back to his house, (because he’s Billy, and only drives one speed, FAST) the Camaro pulling in the driveway a good 2 or 3 minutes before the BMW, giving Billy enough time to run into the backyard, strip down, and jump into the water. When Steve arrives, he goes inside to change into his bathing suit (because he’s civilized and classy man, dammit) and dump his books. As he makes his way down the stairs he spots Billy lazily floating, his eyes closed against the bright sun, and takes this opportunity to admire the boy he’s been trying so hard to ignore in the showers. (Are you fucking kidding me??? Those abs f U c K). Steve can’t even deal. Figuring he better get out there already before Billy wonders what’s taking so long, he decides to sprint out onto the patio - slamming face first into the unopened sliding glass door.
IN SHORT: Steve is so distracted by the beauty that is Billy’s abs he runs directly into a sliding glass door.