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pouring out the sun

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 6,988

warnings: swearing, chubby!reader, reader deals with specific body insecurities, swimsuit wearing, brief mention of blood?, post-starcourt billy, slight sexual innuendos (let me know if i missed anything)

a/n: well, um, it’s been a little over a month since you got a fic from me. i took a break from writing, but my mental health only got worse, so clearly it didn’t work too well. this fic was meant to be a way for me to work through some things, so beware of that. i thought maybe someone else might need it too, or might even understand, in some way. i know i don’t usually do specifics regarding reader, but this is really for me. also, the title is a reference to the song of achilles, but it seemed fitting. i hope this turned out okay. i know it’s a lot, but it’s something. <33

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The wall behind you is starting to make your back ache. The chill you’d felt through your shirt when you’d first situated yourself against it is long gone. You pull your knees up as close as you can get them and wrap your arms around your calves.

Billy has pressed himself into the footboard of your bed. He’s staring at you and your obstinance makes you stare right back. He crosses his arms, and your gaze flickers to the way his biceps shift with the movement. He’d tease you if he weren't so determined to challenge your stubbornness with his own.

“How long?” you question, pressing your cheek into the skin of your knee and letting your eyes flutter closed.

“A week. Maybe two,” he answers.

You scoff and roll your neck so that your forehead can take the place of your cheek. “Oh, holy shit,” you say, voice muffled by your legs. “Yeah, that’s a no.”

Billy rolls his eyes, and even if you can’t see him, you can feel it. He runs a hand down his face. You have your moments, where you can be incredibly difficult, but this is something different. It’s almost like you’re frustrated in some way, and it frustrates Billy that he can’t pinpoint why.

“You sound like Harrington.” He pushes off the bed and lands a playful slap to the side of your calf before walking out of the room, hoping a bit of pacing might help him figure out what to do.

Billy has wanted to go back to California since he got to Hawkins, though now he seems to be content with a simple vacation, rather than being in a rush to move back. When he brought it up again today, telling you firmly that he is going, you thought it sounded lovely. That it’d be good for him, that maybe he’d take Max and they’d do some family bonding or something. But that’s not what he’d said.

He wants you to go with him.

And you hate the beach. With a burning, fiery passion.

Despite this, there’s a voice in the back of your head that tells you you’ll end up going anyway–just for him. But right now, the idea of going to California makes you nauseous.

Sitting in a hot car for the length of that trip, sweating your ass off, baking in the sun, being trapped on the beach for hours? What’s so fun about all of that? And then there’s the matter of a swimsuit. Billy has certainly never seen you in one, and he definitely doesn’t know that you got rid of the ones that were once in your possession.

He traipses back into the room, making you look up. It’s as if he’s somehow sensed that you were lost in thought, that you were being unkind to yourself. He doesn’t like it when you shit on his girl.

“Look,” Billy starts, leaning against the doorframe. “If you really don’t want to go, I’m not gonna force you or anything.”

He pauses, and you slide further down the wall until your back rests firmly against the mattress. You force yourself to make eye contact with him–only for a moment.

“I just thought it might be nice to have you with me. I wanted to take you home.” His mouth tips up in a grin at that last bit. He’s guilt tripping you.

“Goddamnit, William.” You slap your hands over your eyes, shielding yourself from him like he might up and turn you to stone. You’ve never fancied being a garden statue.

“I just…I don’t know, Billy. There’s a lot for me to think about.” You pull your hands back and his face is inches from yours. It makes you jump, but makes his mouth twist into a Cheshire cat grin. Contrary to the way his boots usually announce his presence, he’s partial to moving like a cat when no one else is around. “Jesus.”

He presses his palms into the bed on either side of you and sits so that his thighs bracket your own. This way you can’t run when he asks you why you’re so insistent about not going to California with him.

“You mean there’s a lot for you to overthink about.” His hands find your sides, thumbs sweeping over the soft of your belly. Your mind jumps to the pudge you know lies underneath your shirt, the very thing that prevents you from wearing the teeny bikinis Heather Holloway runs around in. Right now you can’t bear to have him touch you, and you push his hands off.

You give him an agitated look, and again that feeling, that he can’t quite pinpoint what’s going on, crawls up Billy’s abdomen and prods at his throat. “What? Like that’s not what you were doing when I came back in here?”

He goes to rest his hands on your thighs, the bare skin calling to him, skin he wants to grasp, knowing how pliant it will be, how it might move under his fingertips, but he stops himself. He thinks that you’ll just push him off again, so he settles for planting them back against the mattress, though close enough that he can feel the warmth of you–close enough that you’re still tangible.

You sigh. He mocks the sound, pitching his voice up just that little bit higher. You cover your face with your palms once more.

“Look,” Billy starts, “I’ll take care of everything. There’s really nothing for you to worry about. You know I’ve been saving for this since I got here.”

You nod behind your hands, and Billy recognizes it as a gesture you make when you’re about to cry. He swears his heart drops out of his ass.

“Hey, hey, hey–what’s going on in there?” He pulls at your wrists, a gentle grip, but more than enough to be firm. You let him move your hands away, and he sets them on your belly, but even that seems to be wrong. You’re quick to remove them, not being able to stand the squish of your own flesh.

You aren’t crying, but your eyes are a little glassy. Billy thinks whatever tears might’ve been about to spill, you’ve willed away. You inhale.

“Billy, I can’t just go to the beach.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I don’t look like you.”

If you could manage to look at him, you’d see the way Billy’s brows meet, maybe even catch the way his breath hitches in his throat. He connects the dots, all at once. Suddenly he knows what you mean.

Last summer, when you were still just friends, you’d come and eat lunch with him on his break. But never once did you actually go swimming, always just taking off when he had to continue his shift. Billy had secretly hoped you’d stay and lounge, at least, during one of the many times you dropped Max or Dustin off. You never did.

He’s not even sure he ever saw you in something other than jeans then. Hell, you’re wearing shorts right now, in the comfort of your own home, but you don’t ever leave the house in them. Why hadn’t he seen it before? Why hadn’t the thought at least occurred to him?

He thinks about all the times you avoid mirrors, or looking at other people. How you never want to go shopping, how all of your clothes are just that little bit too big. He realizes it’s serving you a purpose. You’re trying to hide–from Hawkins, from him, from yourself.

Billy feels like he’s been punched, or maybe like someone’s poured ice water down the back of his shirt. Still he teases. He needs to.

“Well, contrary to popular belief, I'm really not that into myself. So I’m actually pretty damn grateful that you don’t look like me.”

He tracks your shaky inhale. The teasing has failed him, and he doesn’t want to see you cry.

Billy moves off of your lap in hopes that it might help pull you out of your head for a moment. “You wanna talk to me?” he ventures. You sit up, nodding. The movement allows the tears you’d been holding back to slip free, gliding down the apples of your cheeks.

Billy’s thumbs are against your skin in a moment, wiping them away. “Yeah?” He reciprocates your nod, more reassuring, supportive, than mocking. Billy holds out his hand for you to take. You bring it into your lap, tracing the many creases on his palm. It gives you something steady to focus on, grounds you enough that you can concentrate on getting your words out.

“I know it’s stupid,” you mumble, voice thick with emotion. Billy flicks his fingers upward to tickle your own, and it gets your lips to tick up just that little bit.

“It’s not stupid,” he says, tone dead serious. “What’s that shit you always tell me?” He raises his other hand, waving it around. “This is a safe space to share your feelings.” He says the words playfully, as if it might pain him, though he’s just trying to help you like you do for him. Your heart warms at the effort.

“It’s my body, Billy. I can’t just go to the beach because the beach means a swimsuit, it means people seeing me in a swimsuit, you seeing me, but I can’t wear one, and I—” You pause, drawing in a breath. Your eyes squeeze shut for just a second, another tear falling down, but you catch it before he can.

“I hate my body, okay? And I love that you want to take me with you to California, really it means so much to me, but I-I know that means tagging along with you, being out in hot weather, and I’m just going to ruin it all for you looking like this. Really you should be taking someone else. Someone who can maybe put on clothes without sobbing.”

When you finish and look up at him, Billy looks heartbroken. It immediately makes you want to take it all back. You never meant to tell him any of this.

“You sob when you have to get dressed?” he asks, almost tentatively. The way he says it tells you he’s not picking on you, but instead trying to understand. He’s picturing it, you struggling to simply get ready for the day, and it kills him. You shouldn’t have to feel that way.

“I have before, yeah. And Billy you’re hot. I know you know that. You should be with someone who’s equally as attractive. Not someone like me.”

You hiccup and release Billy’s hand. You start playing with a string on the hem of your worn-out shorts. Billy’s thumb finds your forearm, dragging up to press against the inside of your elbow. “Baby.”

You shake your head, forcing a sad smile to form on your face. “It’s alright. I told you it was silly.”

“Are you shitting me right now?” His grip tightens ever so slightly. He’s begging for you to listen to him without ever saying so. You meet his eyes, and he’s looking at you with so much concern, so much love, that you wish you hadn’t looked at all. This isn’t silly. Not to him.

“What is it about your body that you don’t like? Can you tell me that much?”

More understanding. More compassion. You can’t take it.

You bite the inside of your lip so hard that you draw blood. You press your tongue against the spot, hoping it will stop. You’re getting angry with yourself. For making this situation about you, for telling him about your stupid feelings, for thinking that you could ever make this work when clearly you’re not meant to even be in a relationship, especially not with him, and definitely not when you look like this–

“Stop. Take a deep breath, and talk to me.” Billy’s tone is unyielding. You’re working this out right now, and he’s made that decision for you. He knows if you don’t, you’ll just shove it right back under the rug and keep fighting this internal battle with yourself all while he’s right here.

You do as he said, and start again.

“I don’t like my tummy, or my hips, o-or my boobs. My arms are wrong too, and I’ve got all these rolls, and nothing is shaped right. I hate everything, and I can’t even look in the mirror anymore, and I want to go on this trip with you, really I do, but all of this is overwhelming me, and I-I’m just going to ruin it for you.”

“Look at me,” Billy says. You hadn’t even noticed you’d stopped, eyes glued to your bedsheets. You start crying again, warm tears spilling over your lashes. You can’t get them to stop, can’t get your thoughts to stop. It makes you want to press your hands to your ears, like that would help, but really it’s just you. You in your own head.

Billy takes your face in his hands. “There is nothing wrong with your body. This is just your mind fuckin’ with you. I know that every part of you is perfect, just as it is, and you don’t have to look like anyone else to be good enough.”

You shake your head and grab hold of his wrists. “See, but you can’t really say that. You don’t actually know what my body looks like because I don’t have it in me to let you see it. I know that if you did, you’d be grossed out, Billy. There’s so much fat, and pudge, and I–”

“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing? Because it isn’t and I don’t wanna hear you say that again, you understand?” You sniffle. He takes that as a yes.

“Baby, I know I haven’t seen shit. But I fucking swear that I’d be a goner for it. You think I mind having a little extra to squeeze on? ‘Cause I don’t.”

You’re trying so hard to believe him, but every cell, every nerve in your body is screaming in protest. He’s lying. He’s lying, he’s lying, he’s lying. But there’s a part of your brain that knows he isn’t. That he wouldn’t dare lie to you.

“My body is…it’s disappointing.” You sit up on your knees and wipe your nose. “Because I-I know what the world wants me to look like, and I don’t look like that.” You squeeze your eyes shut, and more tears slip out. He can’t stand to see you like this, and it’s killing him to know that this is what you’ve been dealing with for who knows how long.

“It’s not fair,” you cry. “It’s not fair because I don’t get to walk around with this amazing body, the kind of body that men clearly want, and I think now I want it too. I sit in my room at night and I think about how I’d love myself more if I had a different body.”

Now that the floodgates have opened, you can’t force them closed.

“Because I don’t have porn star tits, Billy. They’re sad looking, and they definitely don’t look like the chick’s on your bedroom wall, or the ones in your bedside drawer.

He lets out a scoff of a laugh. It’s not malicious, not even at all. It’s simply due to the fact that your mind, and the world around you, has led you to hating the body you were given. He laughs because he agrees with you that it isn’t fair. It isn’t fair that you’re feeling like this. But he has to make sure you recognize that you can’t compare yourself to fucking models.

“You know all of their tits are fake, right? Or strapped in somehow to get ‘em that high.”

You rub your nose, drag a hand down your throat. “Well, yeah but I’m sure there are lots of other women around here with better boobs than me. I know you like boobs, Billy. And mine are gross.”

“Yeah, that’s bullshit. They aren’t gross, and you shouldn’t talk about your girls like that.” He holds up a finger to prevent you from fussing about that comment. “I don’t care if they’re a little droopy or if they aren’t these round balloons, or if they aren’t porn star tits, or whatever it is about them you don’t like. And I know it’s only because you’ve been comparing your tits with some stranger’s, and that’s bullshit too.” You stare at Billy blankly, but he’s still not done.

“I wouldn’t care about any of those things. Because they’re your boobies, and that makes them my favorites.”

“Please don’t say boobies, Billy.” He grins and leans in until his mouth hovers above the shell of your ear.

“And I always end up thinkin’ about you anyway.” Your face starts to burn and you fight the urge to abort right then and there. “Not even Elvira can keep me from thinking about you, baby.”

Your face is burning. “What is wrong with you?”

“Oh, there’s a lot wrong with me,” he says, rubbing his nose against yours. “But there’s not a damn thing wrong with your body, and I’m gonna be right here until you think the same.” He gives you one chaste kiss and pulls back.

“But Billy, my ass is–”

“Amazing? I’ve seen it in those jeans you wear all the time. Shit is mind boggling, baby.”

“Jesus fucking christ.”

His giggles taper out, and then he’s looking at you all gently again, like you’re the most precious thing in the entire goddamn universe. “You gotta quit comparing yourself to other people, okay? Doesn’t do you any good, and I know that. This is the only body you’re gonna get, and you deserve to love on it a little.”

You run your hands down your face. “I just wish I believed that.”

Billy leans down and smacks a kiss to your knee.

“Hate seein’ you like this, you know? You’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. The way you’re told you should look? It��s all idealized and stereotypical bullshit, and it isn’t fair for you to look at yourself and pick every little thing apart because it doesn’t look like some chick in a porno mag or a comic book drawn by some horny, middle-aged man.”

He’s fired up now, genuinely hurting for you, and he’s talking with his hands. That gets you every time.

You might be snotty, your cheeks might feel tight from where the tears have dried, but seeing him be so passionate about making you feel better gets a little grin out of you.

Billy catches it, that itty bitty quirk of your lips, and he moves in until his face is inches from yours. It’s supposed to be intimidating.

“The fuck are you grinning about?”

Your grin turns into a full, teary smile.

“You expecting a kiss or something?” he teases, thumb dragging over your lashes, separating them where they’d clumped together with moisture.

“I was gonna give you one, actually.” Your eyes start to prickle again. “Because I don’t deserve you—”

Billy covers your mouth with his hand. “Listen, if there’s anyone who doesn’t deserve someone, it’s me—”

You do the same to him in an instant, only he smacks his lips against your palm, winking just for good measure. You roll your eyes.

Both of you remove your hands at the same time, and then you really do kiss him. A sweet press of your mouth that tells him…everything.

You pull away, and he’s still looking at you like you hung the fucking stars.

“I’m sorry for keeping all of this in, Billy. It’s so suffocating sometimes, and I get so angry with myself for looking like this. I just imagine that I’d be so much happier with someone else’s body.”

“But if you had someone else’s body, you wouldn’t be you anymore. You wouldn’t be my girl.”

You nod, trying not to let the voices win. Trying not to think about how you look in the mirror versus how you wish you looked. How if you had different features it might be better.

“Just can’t help thinkin’ you should be with someone that looks nicer than I do.”

“But I want you, okay? I love you exactly the way that you are.”

“Okay,” you respond, voice shaky.

“Can I hug you?” Billy asks.

“Yeah. Yeah.”

Billy pulls you into his arms, squeezing you tightly against him. He has this way of getting you out of your head, of making you feel like the two of you are all that matter.

You’ve both risen up onto your knees, the mattress dipping around you. Billy’s hands are rubbing all over your back.

He leans his head back a little, making sure he catches your attention before he dips his chin down to gesture at where the both of your chests meet.

“They don’t feel gross to me.”

You heave a sigh, pulling away from him completely, and trying to ignore how proud he looks of himself.

“We’re gonna keep workin’ on this, alright? I’m not letting you hate on yourself so much anymore.”

“Yes, sir.”

Billy rolls his eyes, but you give him a hopeful, yet sad, smile, all the confirmation he’s looking for. That you’ll try.

“So what else about the beach is it that you’re worried about? I’ll buy you a fucking umbrella, I swear. And if you go, I’ll let you drive.”

Your eyes widen, and Billy knows he’s just won you over. He knows that you have a soft spot for his car, and he’ll do anything to keep you happy.

————

“You aren’t upset that you’re not going?”

“No, not really. I mean, I like it there, but I’ve never had the same attachment to it as Billy has.”

Max slings another swimsuit over her arm. You decided that you really wanted to try and find one you might be comfortable in. Billy said you didn’t have to swim, even if he didn’t want you to overheat, but you’re determined to find something. And Max had happily offered to help you while Billy worked on finding you both a place to stay.

Every once in a while, Max will hold one up to you, as if contemplating the color, and then decide she wants you to try it on without asking, knowing you’ll argue with her.

“Do you miss it?”

She shrugs her shoulders, nodding towards the dressing rooms and leading the way. She’s holding substantially more swimsuits than you are, and you know you’ll be trying on every single one.

“Sometimes? I miss my family. And I think even for Billy it’s mostly about his mom. California was the last place he was sort of…happy. But I like Hawkins, you know? And even if he likes it better now too, I’ve never been as determined to go back as he is.”

You pause outside the dressing room, clutching the slippery fabric harder than necessary. “I understand. Anything you want me to bring back for you?”

Max opens the door for you and starts hanging up suits on the hooks provided. She grins. “I’ll never say no to a prize. Now stop stalling, and get in here.”

You do as she says, and make her choose which one to try first, just to make it easier on yourself.

Max closes her eyes while you change, but when she hears the shuffling stop and a sniffling replaces it, she moves her hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She stands up next to you.

You’re crying, but you’re trying so, so hard not to let the tears slip out. “I’m sorry,” you say, pressing the heels of your hands against your eyes. “I just haven’t seen my body like this in a long time, and I feel like I look so ugly.”

She grabs your wrists and gently pulls them away from your face.

“You don’t look ugly. You look great.”

Max turns you so that you’re facing the mirror again. Your hands fly to your stomach, and you start to poke at it. She watches you pull at the skin of your hips, trying to see what it’d look like if there was less of it.

“Don’t do that,” she scolds you. You let your hands fall to your sides, and she catches the stray tear before it can slide down your cheek. She’s being much too nice to you.

“You don’t think that’s gross?” you question, criticizing your body in the mirror, comparing it to the stockpile of other bodies you’ve got in your brain.

Max puts her hands on her hips. “No, I don’t think it’s gross. I think you look hot.”

You scoff, pulling at one of the straps. It’s a one- piece, in a color you really like, because you’re too scared to show your tummy right now. There’s a voice in the back of your head that says it looks just fine, but you ignore it.

“You can’t really think that, Max.”

“Oh, but I can, and I do. So, you’re just gonna have to live with that. And Billy told me about your problems with your body—he’s got a big mouth, you know that? But I wanted to tell you that my hips look like that too. It’s normal.”

She’s standing like Steve, determined to have you believe her. Determined to be there for you.

“I think you should get this one,” she continues. “I know you like it.”

“I don’t know, Max.”

“Then try on a few more, okay? Don’t let your thoughts stop you from picking out something you like. As long as it’s comfortable, that’s all that matters. You have a great body, and you deserve to go to the beach with your boyfriend and wear a swimsuit.”

She flops down on the bench, an encouraging smile gracing her face when she reaches up and shoves another bathing suit into your hands.

Max Mayfield is very convincing when she wants to be. Not only do you keep the tears at bay for the rest of the trip, you also end up getting the first one, as well as one she slipped in your basket at the last second because it “Looked too kickass not to buy.”

————

“You make a very pretty passenger princess, you know.”

Billy rolls his eyes, and even if you can’t exactly see the gesture with your own glued to the road, you feel the disturbance. He smacks his hand against your bare thigh and leaves it there, even if it is too hot for skin-to-skin contact. You know if it weren’t for the air conditioning blasting your face, you might’ve shoved him out of the car.

“Turn up here, you little shit.”

You’ve made it off of all the main roads, now driving through beach town after beach town. Billy can’t even complain about your driving because well…you’re a good driver. He watches you eye the swankier resorts, the ones with pools and valet parking. He hopes you’ll be happy with the little house he found. It’s not too far from where he grew up, and he’d been pleased about being somewhat familiar with the area.

The sound of gravel under the tires makes you feel safe. Billy directs you towards your destination, and when you park the car, you feel like you might cry.

The house is small, sure, but it’s welcoming. The neighborhood isn’t suffocatingly full, either. Sure, there are other homes, some larger than others with their big balconies and wrap-around porches, but it feels…nice.

You turn off the engine and get out. Billy walks around the other side of the car and wraps his arms around your waist. “You wanna go look around? I’ll come back and get our shit in a minute.”

You spin around and smack a kiss to his forehead. If his cheeks weren’t already red from the heat, he knows they would be simply from your affection. You nod, and Billy takes your hand, leading up the little set of stairs to the door.

He bends over. “The lady on the phone said the key was under the mat.” He comes back up with the metal in hand.

“The lady on the phone?” you wonder.

Billy pushes the door open. “Yeah, it’s like an old ass couple renting this place out. She practically told me her whole life story the other day.” You grin and hook your fingers in his belt loops, letting him pull you around inside the house.

It really is cozy. One bedroom, two and a half bathrooms. Comfy little barstools and a sweet couch. The part you’re really excited about is the porch. Excited enough that you separate from Billy and pull the sliding glass doors open to step outside.

You can see the beach. It might take a little bit to walk down there, but you can see it. Which means you can watch the sunset.

“You like it?” Billy leans against the doorframe behind you. You can hear the smile in his voice.

“I really do.”

He pulls you in for a kiss then, lips warm and a little chapped against yours.

“So, I have this plan.” You raise an eyebrow, clearly a little frightened by that idea. He grins, and kisses you again, trying to shut you up, you know. “There’s a board shop not far from here that closes in…” He pauses, looking at his watch. “An hour and a half. I was gonna rent one so that I can surf tomorrow. Do you wanna go with me or stay here?”

You look over at the bench tucked into the corner of the porch. The cushion looks very comfortable, and you did bring a book. He knows what you’re doing to say before you even say it.

“I think I’ll stay here.”

“That’s cool, baby. I can pick up dinner?” He squeezes at your hips.

“That would be nice.”

You reach around and slip your hands into his back pockets. He won’t say it, but you seem a little lighter now that you’re here. Like you aren’t so panicked about the prospect of vacation, but rather content to be there with him. It’s as if you know he’s going to take real good care of you–which he is.

“That way you can explore, right?” he teases. You’re like a cat that way. You have to check everything out first before you really settle down.

“Right.” You press a kiss to the tip of his nose, and he pats around on your ass, looking for his keys. When he secures them, he gives it a firm smack, just while he can get away with it, and then he’s moving away from you.

But he’s right. You do feel a little more content. Maybe even comfortable.

————

“Be fucking still, William.”

“It’s cold,” he bites back.

You’re rubbing sunscreen all over his back, and even if you’ve already covered the rest of him in it, and helped him tie his hair up into a sweet little bun, he’s destined to be the whiniest man in all of existence. You know for a fact that it isn’t that cold, considering he’d put it on you minutes before.

“There.” You push your hand into the skin of his neck, making sure you’ve got every spot. You refuse to listen to him fuss about a sunburn. “I’m all done.”

Billy turns around to face you, placing his sunglasses up on the top of his head. “Ready to get going then?”

“If by ready to watch you eat shit, then yes.”

Billy aligns his face with yours, locking eyes and everything. “I’m not gonna eat shit.”

“Eh,” you shrug, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I bet you will.”

He kisses your shoulder over the t-shirt you’re wearing. He still hasn’t seen the swimsuit you’ve put on, and you’re trying to postpone it for as long as possible. It’s a miracle you didn’t cry getting it on, but you tried to remember what Max had said, how sweet Billy had been when you’d come clean about your insecurities. It is comfortable, at least. You just feel all sorts of wrong wearing it. But you can’t let that ruin this whole trip. It’s not worth it.

“Come on, grumpy pants. Get a move on.”

When you finally make it to the beach, you’re so hot and sticky you could beat the shit out of him right then and there. There’s no way this is actually enjoyable for people. Definitely not in this heat.

Billy has left to retrieve an umbrella and a chair for you, insisting he can just sit on a towel. By the time he gets back, you’re full on pouting. It makes him laugh. You cross your arms and watch him work the umbrella into the sand.

He finishes and reaches a hand out to pull you up from where you’d plopped on top of the towel bag. “It’s so hot,” you whine, faking tears.

He just keeps laughing. “I know. That’s why you’re gonna come in the water with me, and then you’ll cool off and you can come sit here and watch me eat shit.”

He pulls his shirt off over his head. Your eyes wander all over his torso, soaking in every inch of skin, every freckle and scar. “I thought you weren’t gonna eat shit,” you argue, leaning in to kiss the raised patch on his chest.

You wish you could be as confident about your body as he is sometimes. Things got really hard for Billy after Starcourt, but at some point something just snapped, and he decided he should show off the messy scars. He takes care of them as best as he can, much better care than he ever thought he would, and they are looking better.

You even wish that you could love on your own the way you do his. But that’s just not the case.

“Yeah, well I probably will eat shit, so.” He gestures towards your shirt. “You gonna swim in that?” His eyes drop to your bare thighs. No one should be allowed to look that sweet.

“Um…no.” You tentatively grab the hem of your shirt and pull it off quickly, trying to rip off the bandaid. When you’re done, Billy has to remember to keep his mouth closed, his jaw having legitimately dropped.

“Holy shit. This is the body you’ve been so mean to?”

“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna put the shirt back on.”

He steps closer to you. He’s gawking. “No! Please don’t. You look hot, baby.”

You’re not sure anyone has ever called you hot before. Certainly not whilst in an item of clothing that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, even if you are pretty damn covered. It’s a little bit higher cut on the sides than you’re used to, but it holds everything in well. You feel exposed. If you think about it for too long you’ll probably just throw up.

You put your hands over your belly and tilt your head, smushing your cheek into your shoulder. “Billy,” you fuss.

He removes your hands and instead takes them in him, pulling you down the beach with him. When you get to the water, Billy watches you wade out until it’s knee deep, trying to keep his eyes away from your ass.

He thinks you look fucking radiant like this. And he’s never actually even said that word. You’re looking down, probably for sand dollars or little fish. Billy takes this opportunity to look at your body. Not in a judgemental way by any means, but simply because he’s never gotten to see it like this. You’re being vulnerable with him, and that means more than anything else could.

Billy wades out a little further than you and disappears beneath the waves for just a moment. When he emerges you think this is what people must have thought about Achilles. He is breathtakingly gorgeous, and it simply isn’t fair. You can’t believe that you have him.

Billy walks you back to your umbrella and gets you nice and shielded from the sun before he heads back out to attempt surfing. He might’ve been messing with you, but it has been a few years, and he really might get his ass handed to him by the ocean.

You’re eating a popsicle when he finally catches a wave, after having tried and failed for a little while. It’s impressive to see him up there like that, especially when you can’t even comprehend how he does it.

You might hate the heat, and you might hate the fact that there’s sand up your ass, but you think you could sit here and watch Billy surf for hours with no complaint. It’s like he’s in his element, way more than when he played basketball. You can tell that he knows what he’s doing, that he sort of listens to the water and obeys.

You allow yourself to imagine a future like this. One where maybe you can come back during the summers, just the two of you or maybe with Max and a friend of hers. You could never give up snow, so it couldn’t be permanent, but you could do it for Billy.

You could do anything if it meant getting to see him so happy. If it meant getting to feel so loved and so safe. It is your greatest honor to be loved by Billy Hargrove, a boy that everyone thought was incapable of loving.

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“Motherfucker.”

Billy’s voice echoes in the bathroom, reaching you where you lay in the bed. You can’t see him from where you are.

It’s been a few days, and it’s gotten easier to put on that swimsuit. To look at yourself in the mirror. You’ve done a lot of thinking, a lot of listening. You might even say you’ve learned from Billy during this trip. Not that you’d boost his ego by telling him so.

He rushes out of the bathroom and flops down in front of you, holding his hand aloft. “Baby, I need help. I got a splinter from your goddamn umbrella. I can’t get it out.”

“What do you say, Hargrove?” You sit up, taking the tweezers from him with an evil grin on your face.

“Pretty please?”

“That’s it.”

The second you get your eyes on the splinter, you know he just wanted attention from you. It’s big, and he could’ve just pulled it out with his fingernails. But you’re touched he wanted your help. That says a lot more than he probably realizes.

You grip the edge of the teeny wood piece and gently pull it out from under his skin. You place it in the palm of his hand. “Ta-da.”

He snorts, and you kiss the tip of his finger. “All better now?”

“Yep.”

He slips into bed with you soon after, and you can’t help but sit up on your knees, just so you can get a good look at him.

The freckles under his eyes have become loads more prominent, and they spread over his shoulders and collarbones like someone’s dumped glitter all over him.

He lets you look at him, too, just admiring you in the moment. You look sleepy, beat from being out all day, from driving around to see where Billy grew up, but he thinks you’ve never looked prettier. He tells you so and you use his hand to shield your face.

It makes Billy laugh, and he pushes your head gently, knowing you’ll go all dramatic and fall back, and when you do you end up in his lap.

You curl up like a cat, wrapping your arms around him so you can rest your head on his tummy and splay your fingers out over his warm back. You change positions quickly though, propping your chin up with your hands.

“Thank you for coming with me,” Billy says, swiping a thumb over the apple of your cheek. It’s a light enough touch that it tickles.

“Don’t have to thank me. I wanted to.”

He exhales. “I know, but I also know it’s been hard for you, being in your head all the time.”

“It’s okay. You’re helping.”

He smirks. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” You scoot up and tuck yourself into his side. You might not even need a blanket with all the heat he radiates. “Much too good to me,” you mutter, kissing his chest.

“You deserve it.”

He feels you grin against his skin, bashful as ever no matter how long you’ve known each other.

Billy moves onto his side and entangles himself with you, holding you tight to his chest.

You reciprocate the hold, squeezing a little to tell him you love him. “Thank you for bringing me home. I can see how happy you are here.”

“I’d be happy anywhere as long as you were there too.”

You snort. “That’s so cheesy.”

“It’s true, though.”

“I know it is.” You’re silent for a minute before you remember. “We gotta get Max a prize before we leave.”

“Oh yeah, bring the little shit a gift.”

“She deserves a prize for having helped me pick out a bathing suit.”

Billy contemplates your statement. “Hm. Yeah, that works. So what do I get then, huh?”

“My eternal love.”

“Oh. I was hoping you’d like, take me to dinner or something.”

“Talk about being a little shit,” you mumble, sleep taking over. For the first time, you aren’t worried about going to the beach tomorrow. You aren’t worried about what squish Billy might be able to feel, holding you like this. You feel comfortable. Maybe you’re not completely in love with yourself, but with Billy around, you might get there one day. For now, that’s enough. It’s more than enough.

“Eternal love it is then.”

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milkmily · 2 years

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Okey but like imagine billy being bestie with the chubby latina, like at first they hate each other but one day billy got to drunk to fight in a party and he gets knock out and the reader feels bad and helps him. Then later on they help each other and they find out that their mom/dad hits them and they have this trauma bond???💓Angst😩💓

And they love each other but in a platonic way + max also loving the reader like a big sister...

Can you make a little story pls, i just love the way you write😭💓

EYRHDJEI I GOT YOUUUU We love it when we get to bond with our friends through trauma 😩 AND THANK YOU!! Also I have a story that is almost similar like this. If you want to check it out, here you go

Also, it didn't end up being a small story 😭

Bonding [Billy Hargrove]

Billy Hargrove x Platonic! Fem! Chubby/Plus-Size! Reader

Warning: Talks about parents being abusive, abuse, fighting, blood, drinking(alcohol), throwing up, treating wonds, and Billy being a bit out of character.

You hate Billy Hargrove with all your guts. He's annoying and a man whore. Just by one look at him, you knew you'd hate him. He smokes wherever he wants and in class too. Teachers fear him because he once yelled and threatened a teacher in one of his classes. So telling on Billy is a no in the list or else you are getting your ass kicked.

Billy hated you too. He'd give you glares that pisswd you off. He'd whisper something about you to a girl and she'd laugh at the comment he made about you.

Billy has every girl on his side. How are they so blind? He'll end up sleeping with one of them and then leaving them. So stupid.

He's been at every party you've gone to. You can't even enjoy a party with your friends without them drooling all over him.

It was always him chugging down some beer, talking to a girl that is clearly taken, then fighting, winning the fight, and taking the girl to some place to fuck her. That was it. The rumor would go around on who he fucked and where he fucked them. The guy was proud.

But today, it seems it wasn't his luck.

You were enjoying your lovely drink while your friends were chit chatting when all of a sudden a guy yelled, "There is a fight!" And everyone ran outside, even you. Well, your friends dragged you. Billy was fighting with some guy who was in a different school basketball team. You knew because he had a jacket on that represented his school colors and logos.

Billy couldn't even stand still without tripping. He mostly was the one that got all the punches. At the end, Billy lost and passed out on the floor. Everyone cheered and some booed. Everyone leaves and goes back to whatever the hell they were doing and leaves Billy on the dirty floor. You looked down at him and felt bad.

Now, why were you feeling bad. You were puzzled at this. You saw his chest rise up and down gently as blood was coming out of his nose down to his bloody lip. You bit your own lip and looked away.

A. You could walk away and pretend like you never sa whim

B. Be a decent human being and help a passed out guy.

You looked around to see if anyone would help him. Seems you went with plan B.

But no one looked at your direction. You bit your lip and backed away a little, leaning on a tree. You waited and waited for someone to pick up the bloody knocked out guy, but no one approached. You wated to see if anyone of his so called "friends" would help him

As predicated, no one came. You groan and put your drink in the trash bags that were left outside. You walked up to Billy and crouched beside him.

"Hey." You called and no response. You bit the inside of your mouth and your older sisterly instinct kicked in. You start to gently shake him to see if he responds or does something. He groaned, which was a good sign. You turned and saw some guys looking at you, but they immediately looked away. You rolled your eyes and murmured, "At least help assholes." You made Billy sit up and made him lean on the trash bags. "Hey, Billy?"

"What?" Was all he could manage to let out. He slowly opens his eyes and grins as he sees you. "Oh, it's you. What brings you-" He gagged.

And before you knew it, he threw up.

Thankfully, he didn't get it on himself or you. You tried to make him get up once he was done puking. "Come on Hargrove, we have to go."

"The party hasn't ended." He says and trips, making you almost fall with him. You made him stand up straight again and lead him to your car. "It is over after that fight you lost." You say and open the car. He goes inside and closes the door. You hurried to your side and grabbed your keys. You turned on the car and made Billy put on his seatbelt. You put yours on too and drive to a Gas station.

You couldn't go home. Your Mom was there and you didn't want her to argue with you again. You didn't know where Billy lived and he looked like shit. So the Gas station was the only option. You park the car and say, "I'll be back. Don't do some stupid shit." You say and leave. You hurriedly look for water, pain killers, a first aid kit, and some snacks for you to calm yourself down. The line wasn't long, but other people had a shit ton of stuff with them and the cashier was talking to some guy. You rolled your eyes and looked outside to see, but you couldn't even see your car because some chips were blocking it.

It was soon your turn and the guy scanned your stuff. You were extremely inpatient because the guy took about 40 seconds to scan an item. "So, what brings you here?"

"To buy shit." You harshly say. He got the message and didn't ask anymore questions. You paid and grabbed your belongings that were in a plastic bag. You hurried outside and walked to your car to hear music playing from it. You opened the car and the music was much louder.

"This song is good!" Billy yells and you get in. You lower the music. Billy must have gone through your cassette tapes and found your mix. It was mostly Spanish rock songs. The one that was playing was Oye Mi Amor by Maná(let's say it came out in the 80s).

You turned on the lights in your car and said, "Billy, Look at me." You say and he gives you a puzzled look. "Why?"

"You literally have blood dripping down your nose and probably have a scar somewhere." You say as you grabbed water and washed your hands outside. You closed the door behind you and grabbed the first aid kit. "Grab some water in there and take the pill." You say and Billy looks through the bag. He grabs the small box that had a pill in it and the water.

Billy stood still as you cleaned him up. He had a split lip and the nosebleed stopped eventually.

"You're at every party." Billy says. He must be sober after that throw up that happened and with the pills helping. "Yeah. I don't like being home." You say while still concentrating.

"How come?"

"Family problems. Mom is always being a bitch while dad is always drunk and beating me or my siblings." You say and then chuckle.

"I honestly don't know why hes still with dad..." You say as yiu three the dirty bloody alcohol wipes in a trash bag. It was quite, and you cringed at what you had said. "Sorry. Too much information." You say and check how his split lip is.

"Ema told me you hate me." He says and smiles a bit. "Of course she did. She tells everyone whatever the fuck I do." You say. Ema is your friend, not your best friend. She started to change after she got with some popular boy and basically treated you like shit because of your weight.

You didn't care and hung out with your other friends. Ema soon started to change a bit after her boyfriend started to push her away whenever she clinged on to him. But you couldn't see her as someone you'd tell your secrets to. You couldn't see as a friend that youd tell her about how your parents basically fight all day and your dad beats you up if you don't do something right. She would have told the whole school.

"Why does your dad hit you?" Billy asks. You looked at his blue eyes and sigh. You sit back on your seat and sink in it.

"Because he hates me. He thinks I'm a disappointment for no reason. I'm guessing its that I look a lot like my mom…" You say and throw away the cotton balls that were on the car. "How about you? How come you are at every party?"

Billy wouldn't exactly say that it was because of his dad. That he and his dad got into fist fights. So, he says, "Same as you." You nod and go through the bag. You pulled out a pack of cookies and ate one. "So you also have family problems?"

"You could say." He says as he sits back and looks up at the car ceiling. "Having drunk parents is shitty." You say. "But here we are, drinking and partying…" You murmured.

You grabbed your purse as you walked past your arguing parents. They were arguing in Spanish and they'd bring in some English words, but mostly Spanish. Your dad was extremely drunk while your mother was furious at him for it.

"¡Tienes que parar de tomar, Antonio!" She yelled and he shook his head. "Tú no me tienes que decir nada mujer. ¡Yo mando en esta casa!" Your mom laughs sarcastically and claps. Your dad saw you and yelled your name. "[Name]! ¿Para donde vas?"

"Una Fiesta."

"Siempre con tus putas Fiestas." He says and then throws the bottle at the wall, startling you.

"What the hell is your problem!" You yelled as you looked at the broken glass.

Your mom yelled at him for throwing the bottle but he walked past her and went towards you. "No me hable así mal creada." He cups your face with one hand. "Eres una decepción [Nonmbre] [último]."

You remember what happened. You were surprised he didn't hit you. You'd guess he didn't want people to see the slap mark on your cheek and have someone call the police on him.

You bite your lip and say, "How's Max?" You ask. "How do you know about that little shit head?"

"I know some kids who hang out with her." You said and smiled as you remembered the group of kids. Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin. You knew them because you used to be friends with Nancy during your freshman year. You'd be in the basement with them and see them play DnD while Nancy was busy with a phone call with Steve.

They still talk to you and tell you about any news they have. And Max was one of them. Dustin and Lucas have a crush on her and that her nickname is 'Mad Max'

"She's alright." You nod and turn in the car, startling Billy. "I can take you home." You say. "I can't take you to mine because mine is as shitty as yours." Billy couldn't help but chuckle at your comment.

"How come you hate me so much?" He asked. "You are a man whore, don't respect teachers, always get into fights, and you are a complete asshole." You say as you drive. "Well, I think you are an asshole for saying all that shit. But I don't give a fuck." He said and you laughed.

"I know that."

The car ride was you talking. You told Billy what all went down in your family.

Your mom and dad got married, thinking they were in love. They had you and it was all good so far. Your twin sisters were born and it started to go downhill after that.

Your dad lost his job, your mom is a stay at home wife, you just started 8th grade while your sisters were in 1st grade. Your dad started to drink and get into arguments with your mom a lot. You once defended your mom because your dad wouldn't stop hitting her and he suddenly just started saying stuff to you.

It was swear words, being called a disappointment, whore, and how he wanted a boy, not a girl. He then hit you with his belt and your mom was begging him to stop. After your dad calmed down, your mom yelled at you because of what you did. She even slapped you across the face for it. "You think I'm weak or something!" She yelled and told you to go to your room. You hurried to your sister's room and calmed them down because they were crying.

As you grew, you were mostly the one responsible for taking care of your sisters. You made them lunch, took them to school, bought groceries from some money you stole for your mom and dad, and cleaned.

Billy was listening to you the whole time. Once you stopped talking, you then chuckled and said, "What about you? What's your story?"

Billy looked outside the window and started to talk. His mom died when he was still a kid, his dad went drinking as a coping way to forget about him and his mom. Then, his dad met someone else, too quick for Billy's liking, and he met Max.

They still lived in California and visited Max from time to time. His dad would be out on his dates while he took care of Max. But his dad always came home drunk. He'd argue with him about some random shit that Billy couldn't even understand.

Billy grows and he starts to drink. He'd be out partying and doing whatever the fuck he wanted. He wanted to be far from home where he didn't have to fight his dad all the time. As soon as it was morning, he went to school, after school he went with his friends, then at 2 am he'd be home asleep.

That's when his dad and his new girlfriend decided to move in together and move to Hawkins. And that was his last straw.

You stopped the car near his house and turned it off. "Well, obviously, we both have shitty homes." You say and he chuckles. He was comfortable that you didn't feel pity for him. "But if your dad beats you up, just call me and I'll treat your beatings and help you. You and your sister." You say as you grab random people that were in your car, a pen, and write your number. You hand it out to him and he holds it.

"Ya, para fuera. I need to check up on two troublesome twins." You say you should point outside. Billy grins and walks out.

You met Max while you were shopping for groceries. You decided to make some enchiladas because your sisters have been begging you to make them some.

You, begging an amazing sister, gave in and went to buy the ingredients you needed. You walked around the fridge area when you saw the bucket of ice cream. You haven't had ice cream in what felt like ears. You opened it, grabbed the vanilla ice cream, and placed it on your cart.

"Let's get ice cream."

"Max, We just came here for some beer and eggs." You turned and saw Billy. Billy looks towards you and then grins. "Come on! Just this once and I won't ask for anything."

"What the hell did I tell you Max?"

"I'll give you some." You say as you walk towards them. Max gives you a puzzled look. She's never seen you before and thought it was weird you just told her that. "I bought a whole bucket and I'm sure my sisters will not finish this." Max looks over at Billy and he nods. "I know her. She's a friend." Max smiles and looks over at you, "When can I grab some?"

"Well, you can come to a park that is near where I live. Me and my sisters go there to eat." You say and she nods. "Can we go today?" She asked. Billy raised a brow when Max said 'we'.

"Today! At 3:30 if you can. I'm making dinner too." You say and Max looks in your cart. "What are you making?"

"Some enchiladas." You say as you start to walk and Max follows. Billy outs the beer and eggs in your cart and follows you two.

Max and you basically talked as you looked for what you needed. You two talked about music, arcade games, and about fashion. "How do you do your makeup?" She asked as she looked at your face. You had mascara and perfect eyeliner. You also had the perfect shade of lip liner with lip gloss on it. "Oh, well, I really practiced. Mostly my friends taught me how to."

Max nods and looks down at her shoes. The only really close girl friend she has is El, but El knows nothing about makeup too. Max would like to wear makeup too one day and feel pretty. "I can teach you one day." You say as you gave her a smile. You noticed that she looked sad. She probably didn't know much about makeup and she was at that age where girls want to experiment on stuff. You also knew, from what Billy said, that her mom was rarely home and she had no girl friends. She basically had no female role model.

And you wanted to change that.

"Really?" She looks up at you and you nod. "Of course. We just need to meet each other when we are free and we can give to the Mall to get you some new makeup." She giggled and nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."

"Let's go Max." Billy says and you roll your eyes. "Ugh, what an annoying brother you have Max." You say and she smiled. "You're Not wrong." She whispered and grabbed the eggs. Billy grabbed the beer and said, "Am I invited as well?"

"To what?"

"To eat dinner at the park."

"Yes you are. Just bring a thing." You say and he nods.

You did as promised to Max and went to the mall.

Billy told Max to be careful and to be home before mom and dad got home.

She simply nods and goes to your car.

You let her pick whatever songs she might like. The car ride was a little awkward. You two only talked a lot when she went to the park.

When you got to the mall, you two went straight for the makeup stores.

Max loved everything she saw. She loved the colors and how beautiful they looked.

You absolutely loved how she reacted when she saw the makeup.

Her eyes did widen and say how stupid the prices were for some little makeup. 'That's just how makeup is Max.' You told her and she put the makeup back where it was.

You started small. A small makeup palette with 6 shades, light lipstick, and maskera.

Max asked about the foundation, but you said it was too soon. "Plus, I absolutely adore your freckles. Show them off girl."

After buying her everything (which you also got her a small makeup bag), you two decide to buy some food.

You two went to buy something small, like corn dogs with a small soda. You needed space for when you made food at home.

As you two walked, Max grabbed your arm and pointed at a store. It was a photobooth. "We have to take pictures! Please!"

You gave in and took two pictures, which turned into 4, 8, 10, and 12. They were you two just goofing around with outfits.

Max needed as many pictures as possible. She wanted her wall full of amazing moments so she looked at them whenever she felt down and smiled at them.

As she looked through the pictures in the car ride, she held one up. You looked at it at a red light and smiled. "I'm keeping at least 2." You say and she holds out two.

When Max got home, she anxiously walked up to Billy and he raised a brow. "What the hell do you want Max?"

"[Name] wants to come in. Can she?" Billy looked at the clock and saw it was still very early. He sighs and nods. Max smiles and hurries outside, yells your name and you are sponsored at the front door.

"Sup." You say and Billy waves. He goes back to working out while you and Max were in her room.

"Do you have a crush on Billy?" She asked as she looked at the makeup palette. "Oh no! God no!" You cringed at the thought of it. "Then who?"

"Well, at the moment. It's no one really." You say and Max points are the color she wants.

You did her makeup and taught her how to do it herself on one side. She did get frustrated, but you told her it's fine. "We learn from the mistakes we make and try things differently." And Max nods.

"You're cool. Lucas told me about you." She says.

You smiled and said, "Me? That's a surprise. What are you and Lucas?"

"What do you mean?" She asked and you grin. "You know what I mean?"

"Ew no! We just met! Plus, he's a total loser." She says and you smile. "Mhm. Sure "

It was soon time for you to leave. Max thanked you and you nod. Billy and you talked. You told him about you and Max's adventure at the mall and he listened. He did ask if she behaved well and you'd always assure him she did.

"I'm just making sure. I don't want her bothering you."

"And she never will. I love her if she were my own sister."

He chuckled and nods. You turned around at the car and Billy notices a purple bruise on your arm. "The hell you get that from?" He asked, standing up straight. "Dad hit my arm. Nothing big. He always does this shit." You whispered, not wanting Max to hear. Billy just nods and looks behind him, checking if Max was there. But Max 's room started to play music.

"I'll see you later. Bye Billy." You say and walked to your car.

You didn't know what to do or where to go. You had a split lip and possibly a purple eye.

Your dad got into an argument with you. This time, it was because of how you only care about yourself.

"You are so fucking selfish." Your dad says as he looks at the TV. You just got home from working. "What?" You asked if you placed the grocery bag down. "You always think of yourself and not us. Where is my money?"

"What fucking money?

"Don't talk to me like that!" He yells and slams the beer bottle down on the table. You finally had enough and grabbed the broken glass on the floor. You threw it in his direction, missing on purpose. "I'm tired of you! I'm tired of mom! I'm done with your bullshit!" He stands still and his eyes widen with anger.

"I work! You don't! And mom doesn't either! She fucking borrows money! She never even gives it back! I'm so embarrassed to even be seen around you two! I'm the one who cleans, cooks, and takes care of the twins! I work too! All you do is get drunk and shit-" a sudden sharp pain was pressed on your cheek. It wasn't a slap, that you knew. It was a punch.

He kept yelling at you so many words as he cornered you. He gave you one last punch, this time hitting you near your eye.

Your mom walked out of the room and saw the situation. But she just stood there. She didn't walk up to you or help you. You knew she was scared of him. But she couldn't even protect her own daughter.

Your dad backs away as he pants. He sees your nose start to bleed. He simply walks to the fridge and grabs a beer. You grabbed your purse with your car keys and ran outside.

You drive to Billy's place as tears blurred your vision. You safely parked in front of his house and saw his dad's car wasn't there.

Max decided to put on a movie to watch with Billy. Scenes Billy didn't have any party to go to, he was put once again to babysit Max.

Billy heard a car, making Max hurry to the TV and turn it off. She runs to her room and slams the door behind her. Billy looks at the door and hears knocking. He walks up to the door and opens it.

"What the fuck happened to you!"

"Please, let me stay here for a few hours. Please." Billy bit his lip. Max screamed as she saw you and hurried to the bathroom. Billy brings you in and locks the door, closes the curtains, and turns the lights off from the living room and kitchen. He brought you into his room and you looked around. Smelled like cigarettes with cheap clones all around. You'd be pinching your nose from the smell, but it would hurt.

Max hurried in with the first aid kit and went to her room, knowing that you probably didn't want her to see.

While Billy cleaned you(the best he could become he was shaking. He didn't want to hurt you), you told him everything. How you've had enough and simply wanted to feel at peace, not worry and not get into arguments that end up with punches. Billy didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to do with you as he saw tears slide down your cheeks as he threw away the bloody cotton balls.

You luckily didn't have a black eye. But you did have a bruise on your cheek. You looked at the split lip and sigh. "I'm sorry." You say.

"Oh, shut up [Name]." Billy says. Just lay down on the damn bed and get some fucking rest. That's what you need [Name]." He says and goes to the kitchen. He looks through the cabinet of pills and grabs a glass, fills it with water and goes back. He sees you laying on the bed, quietly sobbing as you fidget with his bed sheets. "Take these." He says as he holds the pills. You sit up, take them and drink the glass of water down.

Billy sits on the edge of the bed and looks at you. "Thank you." You say. "Thank you for helping me and for making me forget about such a shitty day I had today. I don't know, it's like when I'm with my sisters, or with Max or even with you, all my worries wash away." You rant. And Billy listens.

You wanted to say how much you loved him for what he's done and you see him as a brother too. But you'll get nothing from Billy. But Billy knew already. He cared and loved you too. He had to take you in for the night. Thankfully, his parents were out and would probably be home at 6 am.

"Move over dumbass." You move a little to the side, giving Billy some room. You stayed there, looking at whatever you could till you fell asleep. Billy sighs and closes his eyes, feeling tired after the shock you gave him. Max walks in and smiles. She turns off the lights and closes the door. She goes to her own room and falls asleep.

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