#summer bones

[tomsmusictaste]

Hit The Lights // Summer Bones

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Ch. 8: July, pt. I

summer bones  •  Ch. 6/?  •  sequel to songbird

So, Billy cranks up the radio and guns it, revving till he hits eighty, ninety, tires squealing on the tight turns. Then he lets himself get lost in his favorite daydream.

He hasn’t thought of it in a while, on purpose, trying to be good and better and settled, cause that’s who Steve thinks he is these days. There’s nothing worse than the disappointed squiggle in Steve’s forehead that makes Billy feel about two inches tall.

But he isn’t Good, Better, Settled Billy right now. He’s Reckless, Worthless, Better-Off-Dead, so he watches the little, red needle on the dash tilt dangerously high, and then he pictures the Camaro crashing.

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[onlybandlyrics]

We're all just fucked up kids and that's okay.

- Hit The Lights // Fucked Up Kids

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[tomsmusictaste]

Hit The Lights // Summer Bones

[tomsmusictaste]

The Alphabet With Tomsmusictaste | H

[jaybugwrites]

Ch. 1: April

summer bones  •  Ch. 2/?  •  sequel to songbird

He doesn’t realize with the letter, is the thing.

No one in the whole world and least of all Hawkins would claim Steve Harrington is the sharpest tool in the shed, but there’s probably a few bleeding-heart teachers from high school that might’ve sworn up and down that he’d’ve figured this one out sooner than he did.

But if there’s anything Steve knows about himself it’s that he’s an idiot. Not just rash and foolhardy, like his dad always says, but honest-to-god, empty-between-the-ears stupid. He’s got the grades and exam scores to prove it, and this, now, too—the fact that it takes him till April to clue-in. Three whole months after Billy spread each page of his acceptance letter out on the kitchen table so he could read it out loud, slowly, for Steve to hear. Somehow, in that moment, and all the weeks after, things like room and board, and move-in day, and on-campus housing just didn’t register. Steve knew the University of California was in California—he’s not that slow. But it just—it doesn’t hit him, really, what it means for Billy, what it means for him, until April.

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summer bones  •  Ch. 4/?  •  sequel to songbird

CH 4 SNEAK PEEK 

“Here,” says Billy, all casual, like Steve isn’t vibrating with impatience.

“Two?” Steve asks with exaggerated excitement, deciding he’s gonna deal with all this attention by really playing up how much it means to him, just to see how red he can make Billy’s face.

“I mean, if you only want one…” Billy starts, reaching to take one back, but Steve snatches them out of his reach.

“Too late,” he says, already ripping the paper off one and then the other in quick succession, to prove his point. With the wrapping gone, he’s left with two cassette tapes, which he’d sort of guessed from the shape. They’re nearly identical, but one case says, Good Fucking Music, and one just says, Love You.

Steve tries to temper his smile and raises an eyebrow at Billy in mock frustration. “Really? Like, thirty songs? You know it’s really not a contest.”

Billy rolls his eyes. “It’s not thirty songs,” he says.

TBC... tomorrow ;) 

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