Billy looked up from the flowers in his hand, he was standing in the check out line at some grocery store a few towns away.
Some kid that he graduated with was staring at him in awe. Fucking dipshit.
āDidnāt take you for the romantic type, howāve you been?ā They try to start small talk as Billy gave the flowers and chocolate for them to scan. āFine.ā He shrugged.
Billy was trying his best to get out of here as fast as he could. Heād went straight to the store after his shift, took three stores to find the chocolate you like along with the specific flowers.
Heād pissed you off last night, badly. You werenāt talking to him and it was killing him inside. You didnāt even sleep in bed with him, it was the worst night sleep heād had in a while.
Youād caught him talking to an old pal from high school, heād put on that dumb ass persona again talked about you like you were trash. āYea that bitch is lucky.ā He can still taste the bitter words in his mouth.
He hadnāt meant that for your ears. It was old habits he didnāt get why you were so pissed at him. He paid for his stuff not bothering in continuing small talk as he rushed out getting into his Camaro. āAt least you donāt bitch at me.ā
Billy hits his steering wheel as he starts the car. He wasnāt mad at you, mostly mad at himself but he didnāt know how to handle that feeling so he just⦠took it out on others.
But he couldnāt stand the silent treatment. Not from anybody, definitely not from you. He sped through the back roads taking his anger out on the gas peddle. He finally pulled up to the house. He got out of the car, flowers and chocolates in hand.
Heās fucking Billy Hargrove, he doesnāt need to apologize he doesnāt need to grovel at someoneās feet. But there he was walking up to your door step, entering and searching for you.
There you were standing in the kitchen, looking down at a piece of paper. Billy watched you turn around a scowl on your face. Even as he held up the chocolates and flowers. He really messed up didnāt he?
āBabyā¦ā He set the flowers and chocolate down. āPlease.ā He whined. āTalk to me.ā He turned your head trying to get you to do something.
He watched as you pulled away. He was so desperate to hear your voice. āCome on, yell at me! Say something- anything!ā He begged desperately.
He watched as you crossed your arms. He sank to his knees wrapping his arms around your waist as he looked up. āPlease talk to me.ā He sighed. āI bought your favorite flowers and chocolates.ā His nose brushed against the waist band of your pants.
āSay something pleaseā¦ā he whispered squeezing your thighs as he nuzzled against you.