Take us with the Floods | Harringrove
Summary: Billy sprays more Aquanette on the back of his head, flips his head upside down and ruffles his scalp one more time in front of his bedroom vanity. He knew he’d be a bit too open about how desperate he was if he showed up completely dressed up especially just for what probably would be two old classmates having breakfast at a diner. But he wouldn’t be caught dead outside of work wearing a bright pink scrub top, let alone by a man Billy potentially liked. So, jeans that were a bit too tight and a white sweater it was.
Max is still asleep when the rusty blue pick-up pulls into the gravel driveway. He never told Steve where he lives, he doesn’t think too hard about it.
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