#thats close to work for billy! thats close enough to hawkins high for max! thats close to (eddie! chrissy! uncle wayne!) supportive people!

[biillys]

Don't think about Billy shaking Max awake when the house is filled with snores not muffled whines. Bruises hidden in the dark but wincing as he lifts his arm, Max rolling away until she stills in realization. They leave together, breath held as the window frame in a bedroom slides up. The Camaro starts - if Billy has the key. maybe they walk the few miles to the pool, Hawkins is small and it's dark and the demodogs aren't coming back. They're making themselves safe, just by leaving for the night.

The pool beckons, familiar shadows in the poolhouse and stacked chairs higher than Max is tall. Billy pulls one down for her, a screech of metal legs over poured concrete. He doesn't wince at the sound as Max raids the lost & found for towels. Or maybe they just keep a stash of towels, a spare set of clothes in Billy's lifeguard locker. No blankets or pillows, nothing that can't be explained away even if they're always gone with the dim rays of dawn peeking through the forest. The pool glitters in those brief moments, almost peaceful even if it's not the sea that Billy misses so badly it aches.

It's not meant to be more than an occasional thing, but Billy can't bear leaving her alone in the house on Cherry Lane. It won't be permanent, he just needs a little more in his rainy day fund. A bank account that Neil can't touch, one that has his name and maybe Susan's on it.

He thinks he'll have enough money for an apartment, maybe a trailer on the other side of town with scraggly weeds and his dealer, by the end of July.

losing my mind losing my mind losing my mind please this is exactly what i wanted to hear about after writing those tags on that post i love you 🥺

#its billy sneaking into her room anc silently shaking her awake in the dead of the night!!! #its them driving to the pool!!! the camaro probably the only car on the road at that time of night #probably a rare trip with no music blasting! just the silence! #or! them walking! probably not even really saying a word to each other! just slowly making their way to their end destination! #no need to explain or fill the quiet! #'they're making themselves safe; just by leaving for the night.' luc!!!!! #its them having a familiar routine once they get to the pool! max on the chair! billy on the pools edge! #towels laid out! #'the pool glitters in those moments; almost peaceful even if its not the sea billy misses so badly it aches.' LUC!!!!!!! #i know we bang on about billy and the ocean and max and surfing and the pool and everything that there is About That #but like. genuinely fucking HEARTBREAKING that they got ripped away from the literal sea and now #have to make do with some cheap piss poor chemicalised imitation of the great big body of water that was the ocean herself #and just. be okay with that. like they just have to live with that and accept that theyre just. never gonna see the ocean again anytime soon #not gonna see it unless they make it happen themselves. #'but billy cant bear leaving her alone in the house on cherry lane' luc 🥺🥺🥺 #he just!!! needs a little more time!!!! and a little more money!!! for his rainy day fund!!! #so they can start Step One of their Get The Fuck Outta Here journey!!! #and if step one isn't california herself but instead a cheap trailer on the bad side of town #thats a start!!! thats the first step baby! #thats close to work for billy! thats close enough to hawkins high for max! thats close to (eddie! chrissy! uncle wayne!) supportive people! #god luc u fucking Get it #also u gave me permission to post this so i am 🥺💞 #luc tag <3 #billy x max fic #eddie munson #msgs <3