kingrove:
he´s doing nothing. luxuriates in it, sprawled out over his sheets just idly listening to his speakers blaring the scorpions, his hands mimicking the motions of banging on the drums. revels in the way no one is going to barge in and tell him to turn his shit off because you´re bothering susan - you know she doesn´t like the incessant screaming. i don´t like it. when will you ever learn–-
billy bangs out another solo because both of them are gone for the day and he gets to do whatever the hell he wants. the only other person to bother him is maxine and he couldn´t care less about what annoys her or not. the cassette runs out whirring on the last piece of empty tape and he swings his legs off the bed to turn it over when she just apparates in his room like he summoned her by just thinking about her or whatever. ❝ jesus shit bird! ever heard of knocking? ❞
his mood is soured, his lips pull down into a frown and he´s about to tell her to fuck off ; that he´s not going to go out of his way to play babysitter for her today not when the house is empty and his - and less than a few weeks ago he probably would have done so. but things aren´t the same as a few weeks ago now, are they? he thinks of needles, of nailed bats and ceasefires - thinks of the slob probably waiting for them in the kitchen fridge and decides it´s not worth it. the fight leaves him with a click of his tongue and a roll of his eyes before he reaches over to grab the neck of his denim jacket. ❝ fine, but leave the fucking money. i´m not in the mood of being accused of stealing from your mother. ❞
❛ sorry. the door was open and i just thought- ❜ words trailing off, figured it was okay but then again she does have a bad habit of not knocking. can’t lie though and say it’s not a littleee funny, wondering if she startled him. hearing billy’s next words... expressions drop, for a second red haired girl has to wonder if she really heard right. then she notices he starts grabbing his jacket and it’s confirmation. this has to be a gimmick or something. ❛ oh , okay. so we’re going. ❜ almost stumbling over her words, strawberry brows lift while face lights up in a pleasant surprise. blues filling with a sense of excitement he’s finally not fighting her tooth and nail, a look max doesn’t wear often. really, she shouldn’t make a deal out of it. but had no idea it was going to be that easy, which has her shutting up and wasting no time taking back off down to her side of the hall. busting into her own room with a big thud, pulling down red adidas jacket hanging up off the door hanger behind her door to go over the colorful striped short sleeve shirt she has on, grabs her board out of habit and darts back out to the living space once her jacket is pulled onto her arms. seeing the keys on the living room side table as she adjusts the skateboard under her left arm, right hand falls on top and picks them up. giving them an experimental jingle, a playful smile begins to itch across youthful features, ❛ and i’ll drive. ❜ walking to the door, pretending to head that way. to the camaro.











