Dacre Montgomery Oneshots.

dinner with the law

"Are you sure?" Billy was usually the tough guy, but now he was a nervous senior with sweaty palms and pale skin. He looked like he'd seen a ghost or like he was about to faint. And it was all because he was having dinner with Jim Hopper. "I mean, what if he bans me from seeing you?"

"Billy, when have you ever listened to my dad? You've got a few speeding tickets here and there yet you do it again and again anyways."

"That's exactly why he'd tell me to break up with you!"

"Just because he says something doesn't mean he can actually do it." She rolled her eyes and waited for Billy's response. His silence drew out a reaction of offence from his girlfriend, a scoff leaving her mouth. "You dick!"

"What?!"

"You'd let him make you do that?! Grow a fucking pair!" Y/n sat up from her leaning position, her head turning and arm sliding off the car door. She didn't think before she swatted Billy up the back of his head.

"Jesus woman! What was that for?" He rubbed the back of his head with his free hand, the other on the wheel. Billy grumbled under his breath as he drove, the air growing thick with tension. "Alright. I'm sorry. I wouldn't let him take you from me-"

"If you broke up with me because he told you too, that'd be letting him take you away from me. Either way, he shouldn't get away with it, and he won't."

"You're right..." Billy sighed, "I'm sorry baby." He glanced at her before returning his eyes to the road, sincere regret knitted in his scrunched brows.

"I- ...I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have hit you." Wordlessly accepting each other's apologies, their hands met on the console, fingers intertwining tightly. His thumb occasionally rubbed her hand softly, bringing a smile to her face every time.

"They're here." Eleven watched the window until Hop walked by, telling her to sit correctly and fix the curtains. She'd adjusted her position multiple times, finding loopholes in the "how to sit on furniture correctly" reprimands Hopper had given her.

"El! For the last time, that's not-"

"Not how we sit." She turned back around and got off her knees, standing and walking away from the table. "I know. But, they're here."

"And? We can just wait like normal people! Stalking your sister and her boyfriend from the window isn't what I-" He went to fix the curtains but upon doing so, he got a view of what awaited his dinner table. "Is that-" Jim squinted, eyes suddenly doubling inside. "No. No. No! Noo!"

"What's wrong?" Y/n frowned as she pushed the door open. "Dad?"

Hopper turned, facing his daughter and her boyfriend with a distressed face. "No! Not you!" His tone was slightly whiney, causing a concerned yet slightly amused expression to slide onto Eleven's face.

"Excuse me? Dad, are you alright?" Y/n turned to Eleven, who shrugged in return.

"Nope. No. Nada. Dinner's cancelled."

It hit her quicker than Billy's car's top speed. "Dad. He's having dinner with us. You wanted to meet him, you deal with it." Hopper clenched his jaw, staring at the couple before walking outside. Billy began looking for words, suggesting they just go back, but Y/n cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly. "Wait here. I'll go talk to him."

"No, it's fine-"

"Wait here." He nodded, planting his feet without another word. His eyes followed Y/n until she was out of the cabin. Billy popped his knuckles out of nervous habit, turning his head and giving a nod of acknowledgement to Eleven. She stared for a second then got up and went to her room, leaving Billy standing alone awkwardly.