Sep 27, 2019
Lana Del Rey Harringrove series - 14/?, Wayamaya
He was a big wave surfer livin' down by Wayamaya Bay We had a few friends, never thought it would end
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Lana Del Rey Harringrove series - 14/?, Wayamaya
He was a big wave surfer livin' down by Wayamaya Bay We had a few friends, never thought it would end
Just a Taste-Californiacation
Part Seven of Just a Taste
Vampire!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: emotions, fluffy af
Road trip!
“What?” He asked incredulously. “We’re going to Santa Cruz. I really hope you have a map in the car.”
“Why?”
“Why what?” She glanced over at him. “Why are we going to Santa Cruz?”
“We’re gonna figure out how the hell to reverse this.” She said, gesturing to him and turned the heat up. “Okay, but why?”
“I like you, Billy.” She said, biting her lip. He would have blushed if he could. He squeezed her knee tighter. “I like you too.” He whispered. She let him turn up the music, reaching down to hold his hands when they were alone on a long stretch of road. Billy chattered about what he liked to do in Santa Cruz before he was turned into a vampire, telling her about the boardwalk and the gorgeous blue surfboard he used to own. It was now 3 am and Y/n pulled into a gas station. “Want me to drive from here?”
“Sure. I can’t guarantee I’m gonna stay awake though.”
“It’s okay.” He decided to get gas while she went to the bathroom. She bought two water bottles and set them in the middle console when she got back. Billy drove for the majority of the next day, Y/n waking up at 11 am when they were about an hour away from the Iowa-Nebraska border. “Where are we?”
“Denison, Iowa.” She nodded, laughing at the growl her stomach suddenly let out. “I forgot about eating.” They stopped at a burger joint on the state line, Y/n groaning and reaching over the table to wipe his face. “I swear you’re doing this to spite me.”
“Maybe.” She rolled her eyes, Billy smiling. “Do you actually like eating food?”
He shrugged. “This is probably as close as I wanna get. You want my fries?”
“Sure.” She took them in the car, offering to drive the next leg of the trip. She was honestly surprised when he did. As they drove into Wyoming, the time change started getting to her a little. “This is the day that’s never gonna end.”
“We’re driving into the sun.” He commented, looking out the window. “Look more cows. Wow.”
“At least you have something besides concrete to look at.”
They played the license plate game until it became unbearably boring as they slowly all became Utah plates. They reach Nevada by 8 pm (because of pit stops), Y/n having eaten about three full things of M&Ms, Billy on hamburger number four (he hadn’t drank human blood in weeks and it was getting to him). They stopped at a motel, Y/n passing out basically the second her body hit the dingy comforter. Billy took her shoes off and climbed into the bed with her, curling around her. He held her to his chest, her shifting closer to him in her sleep.
Billy wakes up at 3 am and drinks the blood of a guy that got kicked out of a bar nearby for being disorderly (no, he didn’t kill him). He sits in the motel and watches crappy tv until Y/n wakes up at 5 am. “I’ll drive today.” She trudges out to the car, bag in hand, having changed into a sweatshirt instead of the bulkier winter clothes she’d been wearing when they left Hawkins. She fell asleep about 20 minutes into the drive, Billy smiling as he looked over at her every few minutes. “Watch the road, creep.” She teased him, blinking awake. “Sorry, you’re too distracting. You snore like a fucking lawn mower.”
“I snore?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Nah.” About three hours later, she was starting to fidget. “Gotta pee.” She mumbled, Billy finding a gas station. He refilled his tank, both using the opportunity to use the bathroom. She grabbed them both a breakfast sandwich, as well as a coffee for herself and jerky for Billy. She handed it to him, Billy kissing her cheek so casually she almost dropped her coffee. “When do you think we’ll get there?” She asked as they got back on the interstate. He shrugged. “Three ish.” He was right. They crossed into California at 11ish, getting lunch about an hour later in Sacramento. She looked tired, Billy wondering what they were gonna get themselves into.
They got to Santa Cruz a little earlier, Billy may or may not have gone 10-20 miles over the speed limit the last hour of the trip. “What do we do now?” She asked him, knowing they most likely couldn’t check into a motel for another hour or two. “Wanna go to the beach?” They found themselves in a surf shop, buying towels and swimsuits. She got sunscreen and flip flops, Billy renting a surfboard. They ate tacos from a food truck on the beach while sitting on the towels, the surfboard resting in the sand next to them. Billy thought she looked cute, her wearing her sweatshirt over the swimsuit. “What if we just stayed?” He asked, watching a wave break on the sandbar. “We can’t.” Her voice was muffled by the taco. “Why not? We’ve got each other? We can work odd jobs, get an apartment-”
“Billy, we’re not even dating. I can’t tell you yes just to be left behind...And I’d miss my family.” Billy only really had Max and Susan. Neil was scared of him, even if he did still try to beat the crap out of him. Billy sighed. His hand found hers on the towel, resting it over hers. “I’m sorry.” He poked at the sand. “I get it. I just might not go back with you.” She nodded, wiping her face with the back of her sleeve. “I’m...I’m gonna go call my mom.” She got up, sniffling, walking to the boardwalk and finding a pay phone. “Hey mom, it’s Y/n.”
“Oh, hi sweetie. Are you having fun at Logan’s house?”
“That’s why I’m calling you. I’m not at Logan’s.”
“Where are you?”
“Santa Cruz...California.” She admitted with a wince, knowing she was about to get screamed at. She preemptively held the phone a little farther from her ear. “YOU ARE WHERE?”
“California.”
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU THERE?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, looking back to the beach to see Billy was gone. “My friend was having a really hard time and I really wanted to help them get away. I’m sorry. I’ll tell you everything when I get home, Okay?” She heard her mom sigh. “Okay. Please just be safe, sweetie, alright? I’m not really mad, I just wish you hadn’t lied to me about this.”
“I will be. I’m sorry mom.” She walked back to the beach, sitting on the towel before properly breaking down. She tried to calm herself, seeing Billy pretty far out in the water, paddling towards a big wave. When Billy comes back, the sun is still beating down on them. She was curled up on the towel, sweatshirt abandoned due to the heat. He smiled. Cute. “Babe.”
“...”
“Baby.”
“...what?”
“Whatcha doing?” She sat up slowly, thankful the blond boy was blocking out the sun. “Sleeping off all those hours in the car.” He looked up to check the clouds. “Wanna get in the water?” She nodded and got up, her face a little warm from a light sunburn. A squeal left her mouth as he threw her over his shoulder and ran into the water. He dropped her in, laughing as she stood up, sputtering. She pushed him, Billy falling on his ass. They both laughed, her helping him up. He pulled her close, leaning down like he was wanted to kiss her. She turned her head a moment before he could, holding his shoulders and jumping. He caught her just in time for a shoulder high wave to wash over them. “Oh my GOD that was cold.” He snorted, shaking his head. She reached up and pushed wet curls out of his face, looking at his face hard. “What?”
“You have freckles. They’re cute.”
“Thanks.” He bit his lip. They stayed in the water a little longer, Billy deciding he needed to return the surfboard before he forgot. Y/n changed in a public bathroom, frustrated with the sand that never seemed to fully come off. She pulled on shorts she had bought earlier in the surf shop and her sweatshirt back on. She met him by the car, having pulled her hair out of her face. “Ready to go find dinner?” She nodded and climbed in, the pair finding a motel to stay in and then went for dinner. Billy ate yet another burger, Y/n deciding to try something new (she was getting sick of greasy burgers). “Oh my god did you just wipe your face?” She asked, teasing the blond. He groaned. “Okay maybe I do have manners. Sue me.”
“I plan on it.”
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