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This chapter is mostly a flashback.

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They sat on the floor, trying not to jostle Steve around too much.

"So I guess that answers my question as to how you got those scars," Billy told him grimly. Steve nodded slightly, grimacing at the shooting pain in his head despite the painkillers. Billy laid another kiss on his forehead and continued to cradle the younger boy in his lap.

They heard the sirens in the distance and Billy sighed in relief. Steve took out a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips, reaching in again to grab a lighter. He quickly lit the smoke and took a drag, handing it to Billy in silence. Said boy copied the younger's motions with steady hands.

"I love you, Bee, you know that?" Steve told his boyfriend, his voice filled with love. A hint of a smile appeared on Billy's face as he once again ran his finger's through Steve's mane.

"I love you too," Billy whispered back, meaning every single word. A minute later, Hopper kicked the door in, causing both teens to flinch out of habit. The police chief sighed in relief when he saw both of them alive and directed the medics in.

"You kids are going to be the death of me," Hopper told them but they all knew he didn't really mean it. Steve grinned at Hopper as he was loaded into the ambulance with Billy by his side. He thought back to when they first started to get to know each other after the big fight.

Steve was walking down the street, his car had broken down a few days ago and it was currently getting fixed so he had to walk everywhere. He cursed under his breath as snow started falling from the sky. He sniffed as his reddened nose ran and continued to trudge through the record breaking cold weather. He was very under dressed for the 3.2 degree weather(-16 Celsius).

Steve spun around as he saw a single car driving down the road. He shuddered as he saw the model of the car and instantly knew who was driving said vehicle. He turned back around and kept walking, trying to ignore the car but it pulled up beside him.

"Are you crazy, Harrington? Nobody in their right mind would go out in this weather, you'll freeze to death!" Billy shouted at him. Steve stopped in his tracks and turned towards the car.

"C-Careful th're B-Bee, for a s-s'c'nd th-th're you almost s-sounded w'rried," Steve told him through chattering teeth. Billy raised an eyebrow, masking his concern, Steve couldn't even pronounce his name right..

"I'm not worried, I just don't want you to die from the cold because it will be on my conscience for years," Billy lied, "do you need a ride?"

"'m f'ne," Steve slurred. Billy parked his car and got out, approaching Steve. Billy was getting worried, Steve was showing signs of hypothermia

"Just get in the car, Harrington," Billy ordered, putting a surprisingly gentle hand on a shivering shoulder. Steve gave him a strange look as he was guided into the passenger seat. Billy popped the trunk and went around the back of the car, pulling something out and closing it back up. A few seconds later he was back in the driver's seat, handing Steve a thick blanket which he wrapped around his shoulders.

"Why," Steve asked, Billy ignored him and started to drive. Steve's shivering continued, even in the warmth of Billy's car.

"So, why were you out walking in this freezing weather and not at home or something?" He was asked. Steve let out a small chuckle.

"I accidentally locked my keys in my house," he lied easily. In reality, he had gotten in a fight with his dad and his father locked him out. He remembered that the fight had started when his father blamed him for the suicide of his mother yet again. He shook the memory from his mind and shifted back to the present.

"Do you have anywhere else to go?" Billy asked but Steve shook his head," Max is snowed in at the Wheeler kid's house and my dad is out of town. Just this once we can go to my place."

Steve nodded slightly, shocked by the offer.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry about what happened the other week, I was just trying to protect Max because who knows what my father would have done if he caught her with Sinclair," Billy apologized, Steve nodded sluggishly with closed eyes,"woah, Harrington! You can't fall asleep on me!"

Billy started to panic and pulled the car over, putting it into park. No one else was on the streets in this weather, and it was still a good few miles back to his house.

"Why today," Billy grumbled as he opened the car door, folded the seat forward and climbed into the back, closing the door and dragging the now unconscious boy right behind him. He started to take his shirt off along with Steve's, pressing the younger teen against himself in an attempt to warm him up. He pulled the blanket over them.

"If you say a word of this to anyone I'll kill you," Billy muttered upon deaf ears. He was shocked at his own protectiveness over the other. After Steve was warmed up and conscious after a trip to the hospital, they started a relationship.

"Hey, Stevie, you still with me?" Billy asked, Steve smiled up at him from on the stretcher.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Bee," Steve answered, remembering once again how he got the nickname. A crazy thought came to his mind, it could have been the morphine he was hooked up to but he thought it was fantastic.

"That's never a good look... what are you planning?" Billy asked, chuckling.

"Will you marry me?" Steve asked. Billy sat there, stunned but quickly recovered.

"Why don't you heal up and ask me again when you're not high on pain meds and can at least get on one knee," Billy told him, kissing his forehead gently.

"Fine." Steve huffed.

Did you like the special surprise ending of this chapter?

By the way, I live in Canada so I don't know how cold cold is for Americans so I dropped the temperature.

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