Summary: You did everything for Billy your whole life. The two of you had grown up together before he moved to Hawkins. As kids you were best friends, as teens you were lovers... Or so it seemed to you anyways. You let Billy sleep over a lot of your childhood and whenever you wanted to hangout alone as teens, it was at your house. You knew his father was abusive so you offered him safety and comfort in your house. Little did he know that safety and comfort really came from you, not the place.
A/N: Just a Billy Hargrove imagine I’ve had in my mind and prompts for awhile now. Hope ya’ll enjoy ♥ Not my gif above. Requests page here!
Ever since you were little you had taken care of Billy to the best of your abilities. You made sure he had somewhere to go to feel safe, a shoulder to cry on, and sometimes even be on the receiving end of his outbursts. Billy wasn’t a bad guy underneath the hard exterior he put up as a defense towards others. But he had a temper, rightfully so. His dad was an abusive dick and you wished you could do something about it. What could you do? All the ideas you’ve had, Billy shot down just as quick as you had them.
Now, as teenagers, you were in a relationship with Billy. He was a good boyfriend for the most part, although you two never had the boyfriend, girlfriend talk. Billy took you places with him, you sat with him and his friends, you both slept together, it just seemed that you two were boyfriend and girlfriend in your head. But oh boy, were you wrong. So wrong… At least in Billy’s head.
You had gone to the pool where Billy worked as a lifeguard. It was after hours now and you had wanted to surprise your boyfriend, knowing how much he disliked his job. Or at least you thought he disliked it. As your feet carried you closer to the pool area, you slipped in through the gate which was still unlocked. Closing the gate behind you is when you heard it. Gasps? Picking your head up and turning slightly towards where you thought you heard the noise, you listened. Another gasp followed by a moan.
“What the-” You breathe out, confused as you slowly make your way to the locker rooms. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, your chest walls constricting as you thought of the worst possible scenario.
Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you push open the locker room door and make your way towards the back where the moans were coming from. There you found Billy with a woman pressed against the wall, having sex with her.
“Billy?” Your voice came out in a whisper, cracking ever so slightly.
Hearing your voice, Billy came to a quick stop and yanked his swim trunks that had been around his ankles, back up. “I can explain.” He said in a nonchalantly manner.
Your eyes went from the woman to him a few times, shaking your head. “How can you possibly explain this?!” Your voice found it’s power again and raised to an almost yell.
That stupid, cocky smirk spread across Billy’s lips as he looked down at you. “It’s not like we were actually together, Y/N.” A soft chuckle comes from him, a giggle sounding from the woman behind him.
You looked at him in disbelief, tears starting to brim in your eyes but you didn’t dare let yourself cry in front of him. He didn’t deserve your tears. “Fuck you, Hargrove.” You spat before turning and walking out.
Once out the door, the tears slipped down your cheeks as you stormed your way to your car. You were angry yet so heartbroken at the same time. Part of you blamed yourself because he never had asked you to be his girlfriend but he sure as hell treated you like his girlfriend. But even if you weren’t, he still shouldn’t have done this to you. You’ve been good to him.
Sitting in your car, you scream out in anger and pain. You couldn’t believe in one moment you had lost your best friend, the love of your life… Your Billy. When you looked up again, your eyes landed on yourself in your rear-view mirror. Seeing the mess you had become because of him, you let out a soft sigh and you wiped your eyes.
“Never again.” You say sternly to yourself, promising yourself to never let another guy have the power to hurt you like that again. Especially Billy.
You smile, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear before walking into the diner. You got back a week early and wanted to surprise Billy. You went to his house and his father said he went out to the diner with some friends.
Heart pounding, you push the door open, familiar jingle sounding as the bell rings. “Y/N!” A brunette waitress waves at you and you smile, pulling her into a hug. “How was your trip?”
“Hey, Betty. It was amazing.” You reply. “And I’ll have to tell you all about it soon, but right now I’m on a mission to surprise my boyfriend. Have you seen Billy?”
“Hargrove?” she asks nervously, and you nod. “You guys are dating?” You nod again, and she looks back at you uneasily. “Oh no.”
“What’s wrong?” You frown. She attempts to step in front of you, but you frown. “Betty, just tell me.” She sighs, then points over to the corner of the diner. Your eyes follow her direction and land on Billy, where he’s sitting in a booth with a cute blonde girl, laughing. “Oh.”
“Y/N, I’m so sorry-” she starts, but I quickly cut her off.
“It’s fine.” You insist, blinking back tears. Billy’s eyes flit up and momentarily meet yours before going back to the girl. A second later his face becomes confused and he looks back up. Your cheeks flush and you brush your hair back, turning away. “I should go. Betty, call me when you get off and you can come over.”
“Y/N.” You feel Billy’s hand on your shoulder but don’t react. “Hey, I didn’t know you were back yet.”
Betty’s eyes linger on Billy before looking at me, concerned. “Are you sure you’re-”
“Great, I’ll see you later.” You walk out, slamming the door in Billy’s face behind you. You walk over to your car and shove your bag through the door.
“Y/N, hey, talk to me.” Billy pleads. “What’s wrong, why are you pretending I don’t exist?” He grabs you and forces you to face him. “Y/N, talk to me.” You shake his hands off and get into your without a word. “Please, no, Y/N wait!” You drive off, fighting back tears.
Billy Hargrove was a bad boy, and you were just another one of his conquests. You should’ve known better than to fall for him.
Summary: Billy finds companionship in his next-door neighbor after she witnesses him being punched by his father.
Author’s Note: The things being broken are hearts. Just so you know. Just short of 4k words
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A new family had moved in next door nearly a year earlier. The Hargroves. I suspected they were a blended family, judging by how the siblings got along. Max, a girl, couldn’t be older than 14. She rode her skateboard around the block all the time. She came off as polite, but spunky. Her mother was also very proper, quiet and reserved.
Billy was the oldest sibling, my age. He had a hot rod car and a bad attitude. Although, he played it up more than he cared to admit. When the family came over to introduce themselves, he offered me a modest smirk, shaking my hand.
Come to learn that this was how Billy treated everybody. When he was in front of his parents, anyway. Without the oversight of his father, he was a crude, callous boy. Despite his prickly personality, he managed to win over the hearts of every girl in the school. Turns out teenagers really value the important life skill of being able to do the longest keg stand in Hawkins history.
With the Hargrove’s arrival came a few new echoes in the neighborhood. A skateboard on the asphalt, the rumble of a car engine… and screaming.
Every day, at eight o’clock in the evening on the dot, the screaming started. Short, sporadic bursts of hollering came throughout the day and continued into the night. But eight o’clock was invariably the loudest. A male voice, occasionally two, could be heard rattling the walls of the Hargrove’s house. But the second voice always quieted, frequently punctuated with a bang. Occasionally accompanied by Billy staggering out to his car and speeding off down the road.
Tonight, at eight o’clock, the screaming started again. It could be heard from my kitchen window. I could see into the Hargrove’s kitchen from there. Nothing much exciting ever went on, other than the occasional appearance of Mrs. Hargrove doing the dishes.
But this time, I noticed Billy. Neil had him pinned up against the fridge, some of the magnets had bounced to the floor. His father stuck an accusing finger in his face, ultimately forcing his closed fist across Billy’s cheek.
Billy instinctively reached up, cupping his face where he had been struck. This was followed by a terse conversation, leading to Billy picking the magnets up off the floor before heading to the front door.
I suspected something was going on. A kid like Billy doesn’t develop that temperament without an outside force. And that force was Neil.
Without thinking, I ran out my front door and watched as Billy stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
“Hargrove!” I called out, watching Billy stagger down his driveway, clutching his face in his palm. I couldn’t tell if he was drunk or if the blow had rung his bell. Either way, I didn’t like the prospect of him wandering around town alone after dark. Not after what happened to Barbara Holland.
He ignored my shouting, stumbling down the street in the contrary direction of me.
“Hargrove!” I called, “Billy!”
“Fuck off and mind your own goddamn business.” He wailed, not bothering to look at me.
Billy Hargrove was never one to ask for help. Most of what he wanted, he could just get. Flash a smile, bat his lashes, girls bent to his every whim. That tactic not working? Yell and intimidate. Throw fists, break skin. But he wasn’t going to brush me off that easily,
“Billy!” I worried, tracking him down the sidewalk.
“What did I just fucking say!?” He spat, still not turning to look at me, even though I was mere steps behind him.
I mulled over whether or not to catch his arm, recognizing the situation he just went through involved an unpleasant touch. But he wasn’t going to pay attention unless I did, so I reached out for his wrist. I trapped it in a grip firm enough to stop him, but not rough enough for him to see it as unfriendly.
“What!” He thundered, powerfully enough to force me to jump back. He nevertheless refused to look me in the eye, his cheek still turned aside.
I didn’t say anything, I just reached for his chin to angle his head towards me. He smacked my hand aside.
“Would you cut the bullshit?” I requested, reaching up once again.
He rolled his eyes before he allowed me to rest my thumb on his chin, turning his face towards me to display a gash running across his left cheekbone, expanding under his eye.
“What happened?” I feigned ignorance. I couldn’t straight up tell him I had watched through his window. He would probably do anything to change the subject, call me a stalker and storm off. He wasn’t used to having people care about him.
“Fight with Tommy, that’s all. That bastard is irritating as hell.” He lied, drawing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. He drew in a deep breath, his whole body was trembling. With anger or fear, I couldn’t tell. He let the smoke out through his nose, closing his eyes as he tried to manage his breathing.
“I… uh… I heard all that… yelling.” I implied that I knew more than I was letting on, more than he was telling me.
“Yeah, you and the rest of the fucking block.” He derided, glancing up the street to meet several neighbors peering out their windows at us. They hastily drew their curtains when we caught sight of them.
“Billy… Did… did your dad-” I pressed, playing with my necklace.
“It was just an argument.” He interrupted, taking another puff from his smoke.
“Billy-” I began,
“Stop it! Stop fucking talking to me like that!” He yelled, catching me off guard. smoke exploded from his mouth as he flicked his cigarette onto the pavement and ground it out under his boot.
“Like what!?” I counteracted.
“Like… Like you’re smarter than me! Like… Like you know what’s going on!” He hollered, throwing his hands up in frustration. He did what he always did when he went into ‘intimidate mode’ puffed up his chest, raised his voice, broadened his shoulders.
Smarter than him. I knew Billy had his insecurities, but I never doubted his intelligence. The brief glimpses I got at his school assignments told me he was brighter than he let on. He’d quickly shove the homework or test into his backpack or toss it into the trash. It wasn’t cool to be smart or get good grades, and he couldn’t damage his bad boy reputation.
“I saw your dad hit you through your goddamn window, Billy!” I shouted back,
His angered expression dropped to one of dismay. Abuse is never something anybody wants to talk about, and I just threw it out into the open.
“And it’s not hard to connect the dots. I’m not a fucking moron like the rest of your friends who believe your bullshit excuses!”
“So what’re you gonna do, huh? Tell everybody about it? Make me the fucking laughing stock of the town?” He scoffed,
“No! Because unlike your friends, I’m not a piece of shit!” I hissed, “Now come on.”
I reached for his wrist once more but he yanked away before I could grab him.
“Why?”
“You’re walking down the street like a drunk and you’re bleeding.” I told him, “Somebody is gonna call the cops on you or something. Let’s go.”
He followed behind me, his boots clicking on the sidewalk.
“I don’t need you to be my fucking therapist.” He grumbled.
“I’m not trying to be your therapist.”
“Good.” He replied.
“Fine.”
“Cause I don’t need one.”
“Sure.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
I led him up the steps of my front porch and inside. I sat him at the dining room table, leaving him while I got the first aid kit. When I returned, he was out of his seat, studying the pictures that hung on the wall,
“You were a cute baby.” He smirked, pointing to the picture of me grinning at the camera, showing off the wooden block I was playing with. I ignored his attempt to change the subject,
“All babies are cute.” I rebutted, “Sit.”
He followed my order, watching my every move as I tore out a hunk of gauze big enough to protect the wound on his cheek.
“Does he do this to Max?” I whispered.
“No… Susan would be gone if he did. And he enjoys fucking her too much.”
“Jesus, Billy. I didn’t need to know that.” I grimaced.
“Yeah, well. Neither did I. Thin walls in that house, Y/N.”
Without either of us realizing it, this became a routine. Eight o’clock, screaming, knock on my door, Billy in the dining room. Ice and a bandage on his cheek. Go home. Eight o’clock, screaming, knock on my door, Billy in the dining room. Ice and a bandage on his cheek.
Each time, he revealed a little more about himself. How he grew up, where he’s from, basketball, his car. But topic never touched was what happened to his mother. I knew she was likely still in California, but I didn’t know a damn thing about her. Or about how and why his parents split. I never bothered to bring it up, though.
Each time he stayed a little bit later. The first time he came over, he left right after being patched up. The next time we chatted about school for a while, then he left. The next time stayed for dinner, meeting my family. The next time we ate dinner and watched a movie, both of us becoming increasingly comfortable having the other around.
“You know you can stay the night if you ever want to.” I offered on more than one occasion.
"Y/N, are you inviting me to a sleepover?" He smirked.
I crossed my arms over my chest and raised my eyebrows at him.
"I'm serious."
“And what? Have him come break down your door? Not gonna happen. I want him as far away from you as possible.” He reiterated.
This protectiveness from Billy was nothing new either. Whenever I glanced at him at school, he seemed to already have tabs on me. Not in a creepy way, either. Just, keeping an eye out for me. Not that I needed any protection anyway.
I generally sat alone at lunch, by my own choosing. I worked on whatever homework I had, read a book, listened to my walkman. But one day, I hear a tray slam down onto the table next to mine. The waft of cologne and cigarette smoke told me who it was before he even sat down. He gave me a nod before eating quietly beside me. Every eye in the room was turned towards us, the new king of Hawkins was sitting with some nobody at lunch, and that tipped the scales.
But the evenings were no different.
Eight o’clock, screaming, knock on my door, Billy in the dining room. Ice and a bandage on his cheek. Go home.
I began to anticipate his arrival, pulling the first aid kit from the bathroom and setting it on the dining room table. Even the nights that he didn’t need it, he still showed up, the routine burned into his mind.
The stomps that fell on my steps were heavier than normal, causing my heart to race faster with each thud. I was about to make a break for the back door when the familiar mullet headed boy burst through the front door,
“Jesus Christ, Billy! You scared the shit out of me!” I exclaimed, placing my hand on my chest as Billy slammed my front door closed.
“You can’t just come storming in here like that. I’m home alone, I thought you were coming in to kill me or something!”
He avoided me, tramping past me and into the kitchen,
“Billy!?” I called after him, getting up from the couch and following him. He paced around, letting out short, sharp breaths.
“Hey!” I hollered, observing as he slapped a full glass of water off the counter and onto the floor.
I now stood barefoot in a puddle, imprisoned in my space by the shattered glass on the floor.
“What the hell is your problem!?” I screamed, throwing my hands up in grievance.
Yet another glass struck the floor, fracturing and skittering across the linoleum. Billy proceeded to be a bull in a china shop, stomping through the kitchen, making the cabinets rattle.
“Okay, fine? You wanna break things? Let’s fucking break things, huh!?” I shouted, tiptoeing around the glass the best I could and bringing him over to the display case in the living room that held all of the participation trophies I had received as a child. I wrenched it open, snatching one of the trophies.
“Hm?” I hummed, lifting my eyebrows at him as I slammed the plastic figurine to the floor. I handed one to him, “Come on!”
He looked me up and down, considering whether or not I was serious before smashing the object to the floor, tearing another one from the case. He yanked them all down, one by one, demolishing them on the floor under his boots. Once he was out of things to break, his chest continued to heave, his jaw clenched.
His hands curled in and out of fists as he tried to slow his breathing.
“Billy.” I murmured, “Deep breaths.”
He nodded, although he was still powerless to contain himself, each breath more labored than the last. My mind reeled, working to think of what to do to calm him down. Then it dawned on me.
I grabbed him by the face and pulled him in to kiss me. After his initial shock wore off, his hands flew to my cheeks, leaning into my touch.
“Are you done breaking shit?” I breathed as I pulled away, peering at his reddened face.
“Yeah.” He exhaled.
“Good.”
He kept his hold on my cheeks, propping his forehead on mine and staring down at the wreckage on the floor. I followed his gaze, settling on the red splotch that was appearing around my foot.
“Did you cut it?” He whispered, his face imprinted with worry as he dropped his hands from my face and set them on my upper arms.
“Must’ve. I didn’t notice.” I remarked, lifting my foot up off the ground and glancing at the bottom of it. A fragment of glass stuck in the ball of my foot, leaving a gouged wound.
Billy wrapped an arm around my middle, helping me hobble into the kitchen. He hoisted me up to sit on the counter.
I didn’t have to tell him where the first aid kit was. He shuffled into the bathroom and plucked it out. He took a chair from the dining room table, sitting down in front of me and arranging my foot in his lap. He tugged out the piece of glass, setting the bloodied shard on the counter beside me.
He did what I had done many times before. Pulled out the gauze, soaked it with alcohol, wiped my foot, and placed a bandage over it. He wrapped the bandage around my foot a few times before securing it.
“Sorry about the uh…” He muttered, pointing to the shattered glass I had likely stepped on, causing the bleeding from my foot.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“No...I… I shouldn’t have come in here and just started breaking things...I.”
“Billy.” I cut off, “It’s okay. I’d rather you come here and break a few plastic trophies than go beat somebody’s face in, okay?”
He nodded,
“Broom?” He sought, brushing the fragments of glass off to the side with his foot.
“Don’t worry about it, I got it,” I reassured.
“It’s the least I can do.” He replied.
“Yeah. Uh. Closet, around the corner.” I instructed him, watching as he retrieved the broom. He began to sweep up all of the shards of glass and plastic from the floor. I observed in silence, the peace that fell over the room was cathartic. He had finally let out all of that pent-up hostility in a somewhat healthy manner.
Footsteps on hardwood told me that Billy had arrived. Eight o’clock. One the nose. Once again. The doorknob turned slowly, the click of it shutting behind him barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator.
“Y/N?” He murmured as he entered the house.
I looked up to see his face beaten the worse I had ever seen. A split on his upper lip was hardly distinguishable from his crooked and bloodied nose. The same purple from his nose crept up under his eye, turning to black.
My mouth hung open, unsure what to say. He took his usual seat at the dining room table, shrugging off his jacket and letting out a sigh. I returned a moment later with the first aid kit and a damp washcloth.
He sat in silence as I wiped the caked blood from his mouth. The scent of liquor rolled off his tongue. Our breathing and the occasional hiss of pain broke the otherwise stark silence.
Once he was cleared of the blood, I prodded his nose with my fingers. He screwed his eyes shut, his mouth twisting in pain.
“Doesn’t feel broken,” I informed him, leaving him to go into the kitchen for an ice bag.
He caught my arm as I walked past him, keeping me by his side.
“Can….Uh-I… Can you just… sit… with me?” He stammered. Billy never tripped over his words. He didn’t open his mouth unless he knew exactly what to say.
“Of course.” I murmured, placing a kiss on the top of his head and sitting in the chair across from him.
“I- uh… I’m... I’m drunk.” He admitted with a breathy chuckle.
“I could smell it when you walked in,” I whispered.
“Yeah, well. So could dad and Susan.”
“What happened?”
“Dad did what he does.” He muttered, pointing to the smaller bruise on his cheek that I hadn’t noticed, having been preoccupied with the blood dripping down his chin, “Susan came in, talking about how worried she was about me.” He scoffed.
I nodded, urging him to keep going.
“I told her to stay the fuck out of it, she’s not my goddamn mother and she’s the fucking reason we moved all the way out here and the reason he left my mom. Then,” He gestured to his eye and nose.
“Your mom?” I murmured, “I’ve never heard you talk about her.”
He glanced at his lap, grasping the pendant that he had around his neck,
“Yeah… Uh… She was… She got really sick… Diagnosed when I was 12.” He told me.
“I’m so sorry, Billy,” I whispered.
“Dad… He… As soon as it happened… he just… he just gave up on her… Pretended to care, he wasn’t very good at it, but he pretended.”
“Next thing I know, he calls me into the living room to meet Susan. She was supposed to be helping him take care of our finances. Mom always did that. She was smart, loved to crunch numbers.” He smirked at the memory, despite the pain in his eyes,
“I rode the bus to the hospital every day. He couldn’t even bother to pick me up. He couldn’t even bother to go see her. And I come home one day, open the front door, go into the living room,”
He hesitated for a moment, his jaw clenching,
“I caught her, fucking legs spread on my goddamn couch!” He growled, “First time he ever hit me… When I started screaming at him about that. Then he started screaming some bullshit about life insurance and how if they split before she died that he wouldn’t get any money. But I knew damn well that Mama had all of her money left to me.”
“And what do I do about that, huh? A fucking 12-year-old kid, walking in and seeing that. Hearing him say he’s staying with your mother for fucking life insurance?”
“Do I tell my mom about it? Break her fucking heart? She’s already sick, can barely even eat on her own.”
“So what did you do?”
“I lied to her. I lied and I said ‘oh he’s working late’ or ‘he got a second job’ I lied to her every damn day to fucking spare her.”
“And every day she looked worse, every day she looked paler and paler. Thinner and thinner. You know how hard that was? Watching her just wither away to nothingness, right in front of me?”
That’s a pain that many people have to endure. The loss of their parents. But no child should ever lose their mother at that age. Under those circumstances, with those kinds of secrets.
“When she finally died, he wasn’t even there. He came in to sign the paperwork and he left. He didn’t even fucking hug me, didn’t even look at me.”
“My aunt and I planned the funeral. She didn’t know about Susan either, I didn’t want her to have to keep that secret,”
My heart broke for Billy and I suddenly realized why he is the way he is. He felt he was protecting everybody involved by not telling anyone what was going on. He endured that pain all alone, even the death of his mother was suffered without support from his father.
“And I’m there in my suit, looking at my mom’s casket. And he gets up to the fucking altar, and he spouts out some bullshit about how she was the love of his life, and how he’s never going to forget her. He had forgotten about her the day she got diagnosed.” He spat.
“Not even two months later, Susan and Max are living with us. Suddenly we’re moving to California and my mother is barely in the fucking ground.” His voice cracked as he spoke, but he cleared his throat in an attempt to conceal what he was feeling.
“I would go to school and come home to this woman in my fucking house. Sleeping in my mom’s bed. Wearing her clothes.”
I reached out, grasping his hand and giving it a squeeze before drawing circles on his skin with my thumb. He looked up at me, lips slightly parted as if he were about to say something. No words came out, only a pathetic squeak from the back of his throat before he broke down. He exploded into body-wracking sobs, putting his face in his hands.
I sprung up from my chair, rushing over to him wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He threw his arms around my midriff, grasping the back of my shirt in his fists as he wept against my stomach.
I set my hands on the back of his head, scrunching my fingers against his skin reassuringly. I struggled to not let my own tears fall. The previous five years of his life had been a living hell, losing his mom, watching his stepmom replace her, lying to her and her family, seeing his father become physically abusive, and having a new little sister that he couldn’t figure out how to relate to.
“I just miss her.” He squeaked, his whimpers muffled my top.
“I know.” I murmured, reaching down to cup his cheeks and make him look up at me.
His face was blotchy, skin flushed and coated with a layer of tears and snot. What do I say to him now? He just spilled out everything about the most difficult time of his life. Things far worse than anything I’ve been through, far worse than most people our age have been through.
“You’re gonna be okay,” I whispered.
“I don’t know.”
“I do. You’re strong, you’re smart,” I punctuated the line by poking him in the center of his forehead. He cracked a slight grin, “You’re loyal. And you’re a pain in my ass, but you’re going to be okay.”
Summary: Based on the prompt “Is... Is that my bra!?”
Author’s Note: Billy being the cheeky little bastard that he is.
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I trudged out to the school parking lot, craving to do nothing more than to go home and take a nap. Finals week was kicking my ass. I spotted Billy’s car in its regular parking spot, taking up two spaces right in front of the building. He leaned against the hood of his car, cigarette between his lips as he whirled something red around his finger. His eyes lit up when he noticed me coming towards him.
I furrowed my brows as I reached him, working to figure out what he was holding.
“Hey, princess.” He greeted, stamping out his cigarette and allowing the last of the smoke to billow from his lips. He pushed off the car and sauntered over, planting a kiss on my forehead.
He proceeded to fiddle with the red fabric,
“What’s that?” I sought, reaching for his hand. Knowing Billy, he was up to no good.
“Nothin’” He sneered, fending off my attempt to take the object from him. His voice laced with mischief as he cocked his eyebrows at me.
“Billy…” I uttered, making another attempt to seize it.
He held it up above his head, grinning down at me. I crossed my arms over my chest, jutting my hip out in discontent.
“What’s the matter?” He questioned, that shit eating grin still plastered on his face.
I studied the object as he held it up in the air. My eyes concentrated on the silky fabric, swiftly realizing what it was.
“Is… Is that my bra?” I gasped, making another feeble attempt to swipe it away from him.
Billy smirked at me, passing his tongue along his bottom lip. He fixed his empty hand on my waist, flirting with the hem of my sweater.
“Left that at my house the other night.” He chuckled.
“Billy!” I shrieked, my cheeks blazing with embarrassment, “Give me that!”
“Nope, mine now. Finders keepers.” He taunted, raising it higher above his head.
I clawed at his arm, standing on my tiptoes in an attempt to take the crimson garment off display from everybody in the school parking lot.
“Billy!” I cried once again, merely serving to drive him to laugh harder than he previously was, “Jesus Christ, gimme!”
People were gawking, also recognizing what it was he was holding. Stifled laughter could be heard from the other students walking past.
Billy’s possessiveness was a given, considering the history he had with his father cheating on his mother. Most of the time it didn’t bother me much. He’d stick his hand in my back pocket while we were walking to class, he’d have his hand on my thigh when we sat together, arm around my waist while we talked to friends. Now he held my bra up like a victory flag, the final nail in the coffin proving that I belonged to Billy Hargrove. And yeah, I did, shamelessly so.
I jutted out my bottom lip, pouting at him.
“You know how expensive those things are?” I grumbled.
“Don’t worry, princess. You can earn it back.” He drawled, his hand slithering under my sweater and his thumb sketching a pattern on my hip.
My pout twisted into a scowl as I brought my hand up and jabbed my fingers into his armpit. He dropped his arm defensively, allowing me to rip the bra from his grip.
“I fucking hate you, you know that?” I rumbled, smacking him in the chest playfully.
He captured my wrists, tugging me flush against his chest,
“No, you don’t.” He challenged, pressing a kiss to my lips.
“Yes, I do.” I opposed, spinning around and cramming the bra into my backpack, “The last time I leave anything at your house.”
“I still have another one.” He admitted with a chuckle.
Billy realizing he's falling in love with his s/o?
Billy tells himself he isn’t into the whole love thing
Especially considering what happened with his parents.
And then this girl notices he doesn’t have a pencil in math class and hands him one of hers
And she smiles at him and he kinda smiles back. Because she looks super… welcoming. Warm. And lord knows he doesn’t have enough of that in his life
Anyway, she hands him the pencil
like he actually intends on doing math
And what does he fuckin’ do?
He starts writing on his paper with this pencil
And he’s like oh fuck… this girl got me to do math.
and from there on out he kinda keeps tabs on her
but he’s too nervous to talk to her
Billy Hargrove, nervous to talk to a girl. what the fuck.
So he finally goes up to her and starts stuttering out an invitation to the diner
And she just kinda looks at him wide-eyed until he stops blabbing.
And he expects her to laugh at him because that may have been the least smooth he’s ever been with a girl
And then she says sure. And then she said sure the next time, and the next time, and the next time. And he kept asking her out.
And she always does nice little things for him
She doesnt even think about it
She’ll fix a strand of his hair while they’re sitting together.
Adjust his collar on his jacket or pick off a piece of fuzz
Bring him a cup of coffee when he picks her up from school
And he realizes that he just hasn’t had anybody like that in a long time.
Somebody to just think of the little things
And he finds himself humming along to her favorite songs when they come on the radio, no matter how many times he’s complained about her playing it too much.
Or if she borrows his jacket and returns it, it smells like her. And that makes him happy, to have a piece of her with him all the time
And then he’s like oh fuck.
Because he’s fallen in love with her
And she deserves better than him
And when he tells her this, she looks at him like he’s a fucking moron. Not because he loves her, but because it doesn’t matter to her what she “deserves”
Prompts: 5.hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp 6.lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up. 15. a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss
Billy had developed a habit of waking up early in the morning, hours before school started and hours before the sun came up in the winter sky. It started at first after a party that we had stayed way too late at. He was drunk as hell and I could barely manage to get him to leave the party, let alone to take him home and try to get him to bed without waking up his father. So he stayed the night with me, gladly cuddling up beside me in my twin sized bed. The next time was after a fight with his dad, he came and knocked on my window at 4am.
And more and more often, he was finding himself in my room in the early hours of the morning. Although it was rarely ever for the main reason he wanted to be in bed with me, he kept coming back.
This morning was no different, I left the window unlocked so he could let himself in instead of waking me up.
The squeak of the window being thrown open woke me anyway. I glanced up with one eye open as a rush of cold air came in.
“Close it!” I grumbled as Billy stepped in.
He didn’t reply, but I heard the shuffling of clothing as he stepped out of his boots and jeans, discarding his jacket on the back of the chair at my desk. I scooched closer to the wall, giving him room to roll under the covers with me,
“You’re warm.” He sighed in content, wrapping his arms around me as I adjusted to set my head on his shoulder, hand on his chest. He tilted his head to press a chaste kiss on my lips as I tried not to immediately fall back to sleep.
“Mm, love you,” I mumbled.
His response was to kiss me once again, the taste of his late-night cigarette on his lips. He brought his hand to my back, fingers slipping under my shirt and tracing a circle on my skin,
I let out a gasp at the chill that came from his fingertips, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth. I immediately pulled away earning a whine,
“Your hands are freezing!” I hissed.
“Need to warm them up.” He replied, slipping both of his hands under my shirt and resting them on my warm skin.
I let out a squeal as I tried to squirm away from his touch, but he held firm, his hands slowly warming where they rested under my shirt.
“You’re the worst!” I whined, snuggling closer in an attempt to take back the warmth he had stolen from me.
“Love you too.” He retorted, resting his head on top of mine as we drifted back off to sleep.
Welcome to the Four Horsemen collab fic! Each of us will be writing and posting parts of this story, but you never know who is going to post the next part, so keep your eyes peeled on all of our blogs!
Dot: @stevesdacre
Emma: @hairringtonsteve
Lidi: @letmeletmetrashyourlove
Rachael: @dacrethehalls
PART ONE (Biology Notes)
PART TWO (Careful)
PART THREE (Almost)
PART FOUR (Carnival Rides)
Summary: All hell breaks loose because of a goddamn scarf.
“You two look cozy!” Nancy’s chipper voice made me jump and pull away from Steve.
“Where’d you two run off to?” Steve asked, “Too much fun in the photo booth?”
Nancy’s ponytail was somewhat disheveled and the top button of her blouse undone. Her cheeks went bright red.
We all silently agreed not to talk about the awkward scenario we had gotten ourselves into and instead watched the kids spin around on the ride. Matty let out a squeal, throwing his hands up in the air. The roar of the ride filled my ears as I turned to glance at Steve, who still had his arm around my shoulder. He showed me a smile, rubbing my upper arm reassuringly.
The ride ground to a halt, the kid’s sneakers rattling the metal steps.
“Ooooh. I don’t feel so good.” Matty groaned as he staggered off the ride.
The other kids were woozy as well, all of them dazed as they wavered back onto the grass.
“Told you you should’ve waited to eat funnel cake until after you were done on the rides.” I scolded Matty.
“You’re always right, I should listen to you more often.” He hiccuped, clambering up into my lap where I sat on the bench with Steve. He pulled out a bottle of water for the boy who enthusiastically accepted it, chugging down the rest.
“Why don’t we go play a few games while you get your land legs, huh?” Steve offered.
Matty nodded in agreement, climbing off my lap and reaching up to take my hand. He tugged me from my spot beside Steve, even though I didn’t particularly leave the comfort that was found under his touch.
“Matty, let’s go see if we can win a goldfish!” Dustin offered. Matty left me behind, forgetting that he wasn’t feeling so well as he chased the older boys.
“How’s he doing?” Steve asked, settling into step beside me, our shoulders brushing as we strolled.
“It’s hard to tell.” I replied, “Fine one second, sobbing the next.”
Steve nodded,
“We went to see Billy the other night when my parents were fighting.”
I could barely see Steve’s jaw clench at the mention of Billy, but I knew he at least had the decency not to trash him to my face.
“He was crying, and then he showed Billy his new shoes and suddenly he was fine again… I guess I’m just thankful for his limited attention span.”
“Can’t get it off your mind?” Steve murmured.
“Yeah. It’s just… Like… Everything reminds me of my parents. The families here, the games and rides at the boardwalk in California.”
“Steve! Come play basketball!” Matty cried, waving him over.
He glanced over at me with a look asking if I would be okay without him. I nodded, shoving my hands into my coat pocket as I watched him take off with Matty.
The boys spent their combined tickets to get a teddy bear for me from the prize booth. The cheap, pink toy already had a hole beginning to tear in the side, one of the eyes was stuck on sideways. But Matty presented it to me with a toothless grin and I couldn’t help but love it.
“Steve won it for you!” Matty beamed.
“You helped, little man.”
“Yeah, but he got the most points on the basketball one. I guess I’m gonna have to practice with Billy some more.” Matty yawned.
He had been trying to hide his exhaustion since he got off the last ride, but I could tell the boy could hardly keep his chocolate brown eyes open. Steve squatted down beside him,
“Piggy back?”
“Yes, please! I am sleepy!” He declared, climbing on Steve’s back.
“I think it’s time to head home, bud,” I told him, earning a pitiful sound of protest before he rested his cheek on Steve’s back, eyes closed.
“Hey! Kids!” I hollered to the party as they clustered around the prize booth, arguing over whether they should each get something or if they should combine their tickets for one item.
“I’m gonna head home, tell Nancy and Jonathan when you find them.”
“They’re probably making out somewhere again.” Mike grimaced, sticking out his tongue.
They all said their goodbyes to Matty and I,
“I’ll carry him to the car for you.” Steve offered.
“I don’t think you have much of a choice.” I grinned, glancing at Matty who had passed out in a matter of minutes despite the bustling crowd and roaring rides. If Steve hadn’t been holding onto the boy’s legs, he would’ve slipped off.
We trudged in silence to the car, the only sound being our feet on crunching gravel and dry dirt. I dug my keys from my purse, unlocking the car before gently prying Matty off of Steve’s back and getting him set in the backseat.
“Thanks for inviting us.” I exhaled, closing the door behind Matty.
“Yeah, no problem. Anytime you need anything, just… you know where to find me.” He smiled.
I opened my arms, pulling him into a brief hug before getting back into the car. He stepped aside as I pulled out of the drive. He waved in my rearview mirror, illuminated by my tail lights.
“Matty.” I coaxed, unbuckling the dozing boy’s seatbelt, “We’re home, bud.”
He let out a groan, flinging his arms around my neck as I placed my hand on top of his head to keep from hitting it as I hauled him out of the car.
I fumbled with holding the dead weight of a sleepy boy against my hip while I dug my keys out of my handbag.
I unlocked the door, stepping inside to see the house in disarray. Two broken glasses laid in the kitchen sink, a smashed bottle of some sort of alcohol on the ground, and the bar stools had been knocked over.
I let out a sigh, carrying Matty straight to his bedroom and setting him on the bed.
“Stay here, buddy. I’ll be in in a minute.” I told him, smoothing his hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
I peered into my mom’s bedroom, seeing her passed out on the bed. She hung off halfway, another spilled bottle laying on the green shag carpet. Adding yet another stain to the impressionist artwork that was the floor. I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. I closed the bedroom door as I went into the kitchen, I cautiously stepped around the shattered glass minefield, grabbing the phone off the receiver.
I didn’t even have to look at the sheet of paper that I had scribbled phone numbers on, dialing the Wheeler’s house from memory. It rang a few times before Mrs. Wheeler picked up,
“Hey, Karen. Hey. Uh, it’s Y/N. Sorry to call so late.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah… Uh… Kinda… I guess… It’s…”I blabbered, “No. Not really. Can Matty and I come stay the night?”
“Yeah. Of course, sweetheart. I’ll get blankets and stuff out for you.”
“Thank you.” I sighed.
I threw the dish towel over the mess on the floor, soaking up the liquid before I took out the broom and cleaned up the glass. The last thing I needed was Matty running in here barefoot and tearing his feet open.
I tore a piece of paper off the notepad by the phone, scribbling a note on it for my mother. Not that she would see it or actually care that we were at the Wheelers.
I returned to Matty’s room to see him struggling not to fall asleep while sitting up.
“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” He asked, rubbing his eyes.
“Bud, we’re going to stay with Mike and Nancy and Holly,” I told him, grabbing his backpack and loading it up with his PJs and a change of clothes for tomorrow.
“Got Scooby?” I asked as I slung his Scooby Doo backpack over my shoulder.
He clutched the ear of the dingy stuffed dog that he slept with every night, trudging over to me and leaning against my leg with a tired groan.
I decided it was best not to take the car, knowing that mom would wake up and panic thinking that we didn’t make it home last night.
I picked Matty back up, lugging him off the steps of the front porch and down the street.
“Y/N?” Somebody called out from behind me.
I twisted to see that Billy had just pulled into his driveway and was stepping out of his car.
“Everything okay?” He questioned as he trotted over to us.
I shifted Matty’s weight on my hip, earning a whine as he buried his head deeper into my neck.
“Yeah. I uh… We’re just going to stay with the Wheelers for the night.”
“You’re walking?”
“Yeah.”
“Jesus Christ, their house is like, three miles away. No. You’re not walking, come on.” He ordered, placing his hand on the small of my back as he led me back to the Camaro. I put Matty in the back seat, buckling him in.
I let out a sigh as I climbed into the front, leaning my head back against the seat. I was thankful that the car was already heated.
“What’s going on?” Billy whispered, resting his hand on my knee as he pulled out of the driveway.
“I… I don’t know.” I covered my face with my hands as I struggled not to cry for the second time today, “I just… I went to the carnival with the kids and Steve and Nancy.”
Billy let out an annoyed grunt, but I just ignored it,
“And I think Matty had fun. But we came back and the house was just… a disaster zone. Mom went off the deep end.”
“Did Matty see it?” Billy asked.
“No. Thank god. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do, Billy.”
“You’re smart, you’ll figure it out.” He encouraged.
“I mean, mom can’t go to work like this. And then what? We have no income, lose the house, lose the car. God forbid, Matty and I having to go back to California with my dad.”
“It’s not gonna come to that, you can get a job. Make at least enough to make up for what your mom isn’t making. I think The Hawk is hiring.”
“Then who's gonna take care of Matty? Pick him up from school everyday, help him with his homework, tuck him in? Because I know for damn sure that Mom isn’t going to do that.”
“I can help out some.”
“Billy, I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t ask. I offered.”
I sighed, wiping my tired eyes.
“Thanks for the ride, Billy.” I smiled, giving him a pat on the knee as I climbed out of the car. I moved my seat up far enough to let Matty step out. I grabbed his bag and sent him to the front door as I stayed behind to talk to Billy.
“I… I don’t know about you taking care of Matty… I just…”
“You don’t trust me,” Billy muttered, glancing down at his feet as he pulled a cigarette from his front pocket.
“What? No. That’s not it at all.”
“It’s okay if you don’t, not many people do.”
“Billy. Stop it.”
“Then why don’t you want me to help you more?”
“He’s had nothing but shit men in his life, Billy. And I’m just being too cautious.” I admitted, “Besides. Dad just left, mom is MIA, I don’t want him to think that I’m abandoning him too.”
“Shit men.” Billy scoffed, “Yeah. That seems to be a trend, doesn’t it?”
“It’s not personal, Billy, okay? He worships you. Wears that denim jacket you got him every day, won't even let me wash it.”
“I know, but I mean, now that you’re with Steve-”
“With Steve? What are you talking about?” I interrupted.
He gestured with his lit cigarette to the scarf I had forgotten I was wearing.
“Oh. He just lent it to me at the fair. Forgot to give it back.”
He scoffed, running his tongue over his bottom lip.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s obviously not nothing.” I retorted, placing my hands on my hips.
“It’s nothing, okay?” He snapped. This was the closest he had ever come to sounding anything like the Billy that everybody warned me about. I was taken aback by the bite in his voice.
“Fine. Whatever.” I quipped, pushing myself off the hood of his car and heading towards the door.
“Y/N! Wait!” Billy called after me, but I ignored him.
When I got inside the Wheeler’s house, Matty was already changing into his PJ’s and settling into his spot on the couch. I didn’t even bother to change my clothes, I just climbed on the couch beside him, letting him curl up against me.
Despite our argument from the night before, Billy still picked me up for school. Matty ran over and hugged his legs,
“B! Y/N said you’re gonna come to the fair with us before it closes!” He exclaimed.
“She did?” Billy glanced up at me with a grin that quickly collapsed when he saw my disgruntled expression. It wasn’t necessarily directed towards him, although his little freak out over his fragile ego from the night before still played in my head. I was exhausted, never really being able to completely fall asleep. I would doze off, only to wake up and glance at the clock, watching the hours tick by between my short slumbers.
Billy leaned over to whisper something in Matty’s ear. His brows furrowed as he looked at Billy and then to me.
“Why are you pissed off, sissy!?” Matty shouted.
“Matthew!” I scolded, but my glare was directed at Billy, who I knew was the one to teach him that phrase.
“I’m ticked off because I didn’t get enough sleep last night, bud,” I told him, opening the car door and letting him in.
Billy drowned out the painful silence of the car ride by blasting music. Matty happily sang along from the back seat, but neither Billy and I would face each other. Maybe it was just as well, since I didn’t want to argue with him in front of Matty.
When we pulled up in front of the school, Billy instructed Matty to stay in the car for a minute,
“I wanna talk to your sister for a minute. Okay, bud?”
“Okay,” Matty replied.
I climbed out of the car, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared at Billy. He refused to make eye contact with me,
“Talk.” I spat, sounding much more irritated than I intended to.
“Still wearing it,” Billy muttered, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it.
“What?”
“The scarf.”
“Oh for god’s sake.” I jeered, “It’s cold. I wore a scarf!” I retorted, throwing my hands up in frustration.
“His scarf.”
“What the hell is your problem, Billy!?” I roared, my lack of sleep leaving me with no tolerance for bullshit.
“What the hell is my problem? We almost kissed like, three times the other night and now you're walking around wearing some other dude’s scarf!” He hollered back.
“Steve is my friend, Billy! He just let me borrow it because I was cold! He was just being nice!”
“Just being nice. Right. Right." He chuckled to himself, taking another drag of his cigarette, "You clearly haven’t seen the way that he’s been staring at you since you got here.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Are you really that fucking oblivious? He’s totally got the hots for you!”
“So what if he does!?”
“We’ve got something here, okay!? You’re my girl!” Billy shouted, grabbing my arm to punctuate his point. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to startle me.
“Your girl? Since when did you decide that you fucking own me!?” I spat.
“Have we not been flirting with each other since the day you got here!?”
“Jesus Christ, Billy! What does that have to do with the fucking scarf!?” I screamed.
“I don’t know why I expected you to be different than every other whore in this shit town.” He snarled.
I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes from anger,
“Fuck you.” I hissed, “Fuck you and your stupid fucking car and your stupid fucking hair and your stupid fucking jacket.” I threw pathetic punches at his shoulder in an attempt to get him to let go of my arm, but he held firm.
“Tell me you’re different.”
“What?”
“Tell me you’re not like every other girl I-”
Billy was cut off by Matty running up between us. Neither of us had noticed the boy climbing out of the Camaro while we were arguing.
“Stop it!” He shrieked, tears streaming down his face. He threw meager punches at Billy’s leg until he let go of my arm,
“Don’t yell at her!” He shouted, resting his hands on Billy’s abdomen and pushing as hard as he could.
Despite being substantially smaller than Billy, he forced him to stagger back a couple of steps and bump against the hood of his car.
I brought my hands up and ran them through my hair. The last thing Matty needed right now was to have two of the most important people in his tiny world fighting.
“Matty-” Billy began, his tone softer despite his labored breath from our argument.
“No!” Matty interjected, he stood his ground against the larger boy, hands on his hips and his cheeks flushed with anger, “You don’t get to be mean to my sister. She protects me and I protect her!”
“I know you do, buddy.” Billy tried to mitigate, crouching down to Matty’s level, “We were just talking.”
“No. You were yelling.”
“People argue, sometimes, Matty,” Billy explained, reaching out for Matty’s hand.
“You sounded like mommy and daddy.” Matty barked, pulling his had aside before Billy could take it.
I felt my heart drop into my gut and my whole body froze. Billy and I had unwittingly become substitute parental figures for Matty. And he had just caught us arguing the way our parents were before dad left for good. Billy’s eyes flitted up to meet mine, both of us coming to the realization at the same time.
I managed to lift my feet from the pavement, despite them feeling like they were weighed down with concrete blocks, stepping towards Matty.
“Matty, come on, you’re gonna be late.” I murmured, resting my hand on top of his head and redirecting him to the elementary school door.
“Just go. I’ll walk the rest of the way.” I snarled at Billy.
“No, you won't. It’s freezing.” He hollered.
“It’s okay. I’ve got a scarf.” I retorted.
“Are you okay, sissy?” He asked once we were out of Billy’s ear shot.
“Yeah, bud. I’m fine.” I reassured, offering a weak smile.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I replied, squatting down in front of him and resting my hands on his shoulders. His cheeks were still flushed, brows furrowed in irritation.
I brought my gloved hands up to cup his cheeks,
“I love you, Matty.”
“I love you too, sissy.”
“Have a good day, okay?” I pressed a kiss to the end of his rosy nose before sending him inside.
Murmurs of my name could be heard from every corner of the school, each person stopping to stare as I trudged by. The argument in the parking lot had been on display for everyone and those who didn’t witness it had heard of it by the time first period was over.
“Ground control to major Y/N.” Steve coaxed, waving his hand in front of my face where I sat beside him at lunch.
“What? Oh… Sorry.” I exhaled, pushing the poor excuse for food around on my lunch tray.
“Are you going to talk about it or no?” He pressed, cramming a forkful of meatloaf into his mouth.
“Talk about what?” I bristled, feeling vexed that my one moment of peace during the day was being shattered by my friend talking about something that I wanted nothing more than too forget.
“Y/N,” Steve sighed, picking up on my indignation.
“Talk about what, Steve!? What? Do you just wanna say ‘I told you so’? Is that it!?”
I flung myself from my seat, snatching my backpack and shoving past the crowd on the way to the bathroom. I didn’t mean to snap at Steve, but I couldn’t help but feel stupid for not believing him. For not believing everybody that told me that Billy could be an asshole. That he was going to do something that hurt me and Matty, whether or not he meant to. It wasn’t until I noticed the bathroom mirror that I realized I had started to cry.
“Shit. Fuckin- Goddammit!” I blabbed, booting the door to one of the stalls.
The girls that were in there fixing their makeup quickly scurried away, leaving me to melt to the ground all alone.
“Hey.”
I peered up to see Steve had followed me,
“This is the girl's room, perv.” I sniffled, wiping the tears from under my eyes.
“Seems like every time we’re together, you start crying. I’m starting to wonder if it’s something about me.”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes as he sat down beside me,
“I mean, is it the hair? I know it can be intimidating but I promise it doesn’t bite.”
I let out a feeble laugh as I reached up to the paper towel dispenser and pulled one out to wipe my nose.
“What happened?” He asked, throwing his arm around my shoulder.
“Billy.” I sighed.
“Well. I figured as such.” He exhaled.
“It’s just that… I don’t know… I should’ve listened to you.” I murmured, propping my head on his shoulder.
“What did he do?”
“He saw me wearing your scarf from the other night and started getting all… jealous… possessive.”
“Well. He hates my guts, so I’m not surprised.”
“I know. I know.” I sniffled, “It’s just… I don’t know. I thought I could be friends with both of you without getting caught in the middle of whatever dick measuring contest you have going on.”
He chuckled, his shoulders bobbing as he did so,
“I wouldn’t be so upset but-” I cut myself off as I felt another sob bubbling in my throat, “but-”
Steve rested his head on top of mine, an encouragement to keep going.
“Matty saw us fighting…”
“And he…” I smiled sadly to myself, “He put himself between Billy and I and nearly pushed Billy on his ass.”
“Go Matty!” Steve cheered.
“I don’t know… he just… with my parent's divorce-”
“Dead horse.” Steve corrected, forcing me to let out a soft laugh.
“He just…. He said that we sounded like my parents when they were fighting.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah. Ouch.” I chuckled to myself, “He… he just looks up to Billy, you know? And… I don’t know… I guess I just thought he had found a good role model. Lord knows mom and dad aren’t good examples.”
“He’s got me. Jonathan. The other boys.”
“I know. And I am so thankful for you guys. But he just formed such a quick bond with Billy.”
“To be honest, Matty’s the only person I haven’t seen Billy be an absolute dick to. Maybe he does have some standards as to who he torments.”
“I just… I feel like a shitty friend for not listening to you.”
“Hey, no.” Steve reassured, “You’ve got a lot of shit going on right now, you don’t need to worry about that.”
“Thanks for putting up with me, Steve.”
“Yeah, well, you’re cute so I decided to keep you around.”
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