"You Know," Billy Hargrove Slurs Into Steve's Ear, Breathe Soaked In Whiskey And Cigarette Smoke. "You've

"You know," Billy Hargrove slurs into Steve's ear, breathe soaked in whiskey and cigarette smoke. "You've got really pretty... pretty eyes."

"Uhm." Steve glances up from his cup to Billy. Waits for a laugh, an insult and a joke, but there's nothing following. Billy's eyes are glassy, reminding Steve of huge blue oceans. He has to be wasted as fuck. Just an hour ago he called Steve King Loser.

"...Thank you?"

Billy smiles at him, a little goofy, way too happy considering he's talking to a guy he hates. He lifts his hand and Steve almost flinches, but he puts a finger on Steve's temple. Tender, almost careful.

"I like your face," he tells Steve.

"Okay, I think you had too much."

Steve tries to grab the bottle Billy is holding. Billy clutches the bottle against his chest, letting go of Steve's face. It's a bit disappointing. People are staring. Steve can hear them snickering. The air is stuffy. Stupid party crowd. He doesn't want people to see Billy like that. He must admit, he likes him like that.

"Let's go," he says to him. Holding out his hand like an idiot. Billy stares at it. Steve never noticed how long his lashes are.

Billy takes his hand, when Steve is about to drop it. Unsure, like he has never done it before.

"He's going to hate me for it," Steve announces. The crowd laughs, because that's how the script of the cruel play that is Highschool goes.

They walk outside. Or rather, Billy stumbles and Steve drags him.

"Are we goin' to yours?" Billy asks.

"Sure," Steve says. He thought he'd drive Billy home, but Billy sounds so hopeful.

Getting Billy into the car is a struggle, because he doesn't want to let go of Steve's hand. Yeah. This one had way too many.

"Is this a date?" Billy babbles.

Steve nearly drives over his neighbor's prized roses. Jesus. A date?

"I hope it is," Billy mumbles, already halfway asleep on the passenger's seat.

Steve parks the car. This wouldn't be the worst first date he had, he thinks.