A/N: I kinda forgot to mention that there will be just a smidge amount of language, themes, a bit of a homophobic dad in the 70s, and self-harm? I think all of those are not too prominent, but I've lain out the warning just in case. You should know that this would happen, you clicked on a Billy fic for goodness sake.
Anyway, have fun and here's to hoping a tissue or two is used for your emotions!
You were absolutely stumped when you heard along the grapevine that a "Billy Hargrove" was enrolling at Hawkins High.
You never really had thought for the life of you that you would ever meet him again. Along the intermission of your life in California and him arriving, it had been going so very well already. There was at one point that his name had completely disappeared from your reality. You realized that as you were growing older, thoughts of infatuations and longing in the hallways slowly became a foreign thing to you. You knew there was really nothing about it, and it was just mild crush that made you all poetic and mushy inside. That part of your life was over now. Like an embarrassing story that you feared you might tell at a drunken stupor.
Now…
You chuckled to yourself as to why fate seemed to have played a cruel part in this. You even wanted to backhand your past self for introducing yourself to that boy in the first place.
But there he was, Billy Hargrove. He entered the campus grounds like a bat out of hell— music blaring and the tires of his car screeching against the pavement. His car. The one that you heard he always gushed on about when you were five inches shorter. He parked, and a small girl skipped out of the driver's seat, climbed on her skateboard and rolled on over to the Middle School campus.
And then he got out.
The knowing face you had shelved in your memory all those years ago came gushing down like a waterfall.
And he… was totally different now.
Like the time you underwent transformation, apparently, he wasn't far off the bat too. Gone was the Billy Hargrove you had once knew. He had entirely changed now. He even looked good.
He was now very lean unlike before, with his clothing so tight that it showed some of the muscles curving on his body. His cheeks didn't look pudgy anymore, his jaw was chiseled, his face was firmer and more prominent. He sported a new facial hair, a small patch of a growing moustache along his upper lip. His mullet-style even changed. It wasn't the curly brown you'd see bobbing up and down the hallways anymore, it was wavier and more stylish, like the ones you see singers in rock-bands usually sport. He was also taller now, and had a gait that oozed personality and self-confidence. No more of those sluggish walks with his shoulders sagging his body.
And his smirk. God, that smirk. It had evolved into something entirely different now. It was more smug and confident, and gosh darn it, you had to admit, it was sexy.
But everything…
You couldn't help but frown at that.
You didn't know why seeing him like that made you feel the total opposite of what you're supposed to expect. There was once that inkling in your mind that you were kind of excited to meet him again, but that totally dissipated the moment he entered the hallway with that swagger and pride. It would seem like there was an entirely different reason for you not to speak with him this time.
Billy Hargrove was no longer the silent boy whom you've once fell in love with.
With that declaration, fate seemed to follow the tune that you had strung. The first time you crossed paths with him after so many years, there wasn't really anything that re-ignited your interest. You just passed by the hallway, and he continued on his way. No bumps. No apologies. Nothing.
You sat by your desk, but your friends have already taken the seats beside you. Classes passed by and you started to notice that he wasn't in any of your classes. Maybe he didn't want to. You thought of the few details of his life before you moved away. In those last days, you hardly ever saw him in class anymore. Only a seat that was empty and a name being called by the teacher with an empty response. It was either that, or you knew he skipped with some of his friends to do whatever stuff he did back then.
Finally, your locker was two hallways away from his.
You were relieved that it was that way.
Billy wasn't worth your time to be mulled upon to begin with. You had classes. Even though you were somehow glad to see him again, there's just probably little to no chance of you two ever speaking to each other anyway. He changed, and so did you. You weren't that silly little girl anymore that would pine for Billy Hargrove each time you saw him.
Not anymore.
You went about your day after that. Classes, lunch, tests, P.E., everything happened as usual and nothing really exciting happened during the course of that week besides Billy going to Hawkins High.
It was only until the week after that you somehow had Billy under your radar again. Even though it was just common knowledge, you started to hear rumors about Billy getting into the basketball team with ease, supposedly beating out the current star which was this guy named Steve Harrington. You weren't really surprised about that. Before, you knew he was good, so you wouldn't really put it past him if he dominated the varsity team on this side of the world.
However, it was the next story that churned the feelings in your stomach. There was some party that happened during the weekend. You weren't really able to go there and you just had to base everything off of speculations, but apparently Billy had gotten a date with the prettiest girl in school, Stephanie Perkins. She was really popular around your town, but she was veritably known for the many guys she stood up and the fewer who she had wrapped around her finger, only for her to cut them down like some game she plays.
And if she said yes to Billy, you definitely knew he would just be another boy who got his heart broken pining for her.
It wasn't necessarily true when I arrived Monday morning.
Apparently, there had been talks going around that Billy had another girl slinked on his arm when he cruised along the hallway. Stephanie was pretty pissed off at that. It didn't even take the first period before you heard a loud argument coming a few feet over your locker.
"You obviously didn't notice how much you enjoyed moaning my name last night!" Stephanie Perkins, flushed in anger and… embarrassment? Who knew she could crow openly in front of the public like that, for everyone to see and hear.
Billy just looked at her and stifled a grin.
"Stop kidding yourself. You were a lame fuck anyway."
That was how Stephanie Perkins got flushed back into the depths. How Billy Hargrove had slowly climbed the ranks to take over the school for his notoriousness. And how it cemented your entire perspective of him that you've tried to deny.
Billy Hargrove now had gone a complete and total three-sixty.
You never really thought that the day would happen, but it did. It started off with Stephanie Perkins, and then the next thing you knew he had beaten up this other teenager who just looked at him the wrong way while he was lighting up a stick. He went through all the parties and drank all the beers, leaving him sloshed until one of his friends try to haul his ass over his car and leave him there for God knows what hour.
You even saw it with your own eyes once or twice.
It was a pity really. You saw him saw high above the clouds— sometimes even literally— and you really couldn't tell what lies ahead in his future. Did he even have one?
Then started the thoughts that slowly crept in your head. It wasn't about infatuation; it wasn't even curiosity or worry that had made you want to slip back into his life again. You just… you knew you had to be there. Watching. Like everything you did all those years ago. You really couldn't tell the reason why you wanted to do it, but you felt like you needed to be close just for the sake of it.
And so you did.
But this time, there were no notes. No shy glances over the end of the hallways or staring longingly at him for minutes until he had moved on. You sat a desk in one edge of the room and he sat by his on the other side. You didn't want to force yourself to hear conversations when people talk about him, but if you were there— well, you were there.
Unlike before, you never really found out anything new. It was always the same thing: Drinking, partying, basketball. Fucking girls. You even heard Billy mention it like it was some casual thing for him. Like an everyday ritual he needed to do. He never mentioned anything important, except maybe his stepsister once. Said that she was crap. But nothing else. Not even how he seems to take good care of his car, or the music he listens to everyday. Not even his family.
No amount of progress had ever been done until it happened one Friday afternoon.
"Not tonight." He said, talking to Tommy H. "Family thing. See you Monday."
You found yourself curious at that, but then you got suddenly snagged by one of your friends and study partner for some project in one of your classes. She said that both of you needed to discuss a few things over before starting. You proposed to do it on your house but she said that she was craving for some milkshakes and fries. Luckily enough, there was a diner somewhere in Hawkins that served her favorite.
You arrived at the Ted's Diner with your friend around 5. You had rung the household telling you where you were and the specified time when your parents would pick you up, and then the both of you started with a pair of the food and a booth in one of the corners of the quaint place. Surprisingly, it didn't take too long for the both of you to finish out the initial part of your project ideas. You had some stuff already planned out and you both assigned each other what to do with what tasks.
Of course, even after all that time, you stayed for a while and talked over menial things. When it was getting dark, you knew your friend was about to be picked up any minute, and by the time your friend's parents arrived, you had already finalized everything both of you needed to do.
They had offered you a ride home, but you didn't want to impose. Their house was on the other side of town opposite to yours, and you didn't want to trouble them. Plus, when you rang the phone at your house again, it didn't answer. It probably meant that your parents were on their way too.
You decided to wait it out in the diner. The place was quiet anyway, besides the record player humming in the background. It could be a slow night to them you assumed. There were only a few people you could count in one hand that were inside the place. Them including you and the waitress, and some of the staff behind the kitchen.
Until the doorbell chimed.
You noticed that a family had entered the diner. But it wasn't just any family.
It was the Hargroves.
You could already tell which parent belongs to which child. Offensive, but it was the first thing you've thought of the first time you saw the whole family. There was the father, Neil you had recalled in one of Billy's conversations. He looked very stern, sharp eyes always have some glint in them that observes his surroundings. Like some sort of military person. There were features that both Billy and him shared, like their height and posture, although seeing Billy he was more lax… and annoyed, maybe? Billy really felt like he wasn't supposed to be there.
The women were stark different with the men of the Hargrove family. The mother had a more calming demeanor, dainty and quiet— she almost reminded you of… well, you. She was quite pretty that went along gracefully at her age (even if you couldn't really tell), and you almost felt like you would somehow grow up to be exactly like her someday.
The only thing that they shared with her daughter was their auburn hair. Aside from that, she was a totally different person. She had this more of a tomboyish side in her with the baggy jacket and jeans. You also felt like she was rebellious, but it was ever tamer than with his stepbrother. However, if Billy looked annoyed, then you couldn't even tell what was going through her mind. She almost felt awkward, and she also wanted to leave any minute. But something the way she scrunches up the freckles on her face makes it feel like she was forced to stay.
And then there was Billy. He looked pretty good— Smartly dressed with a buttoned shirt and untattered jeans, but he really couldn't resist topping it all off with one of his signature leather jackets. His hair still sported the curly mullet, but it felt like there was less effort put to it than the times he always flaunted it for all the school to see.
Looking longer than you should've been, you turned your head towards your booth again and minded your own business.
But that didn't really matter as you heard a couple of footsteps headed toward your direction.
You heard them sat exactly behind the booth you were in. You were surprised. The place was practically empty and they could've decided on anywhere else besides somewhere near you. But they just had to pick that one out.
"Now I know you kids want to be off somewhere else, but your mother and I decided if we could make this into a family thing." Neil had opened up while they were settling into their seats. You could practically hear the stepsiblings mutter a sigh of anguish at the remark.
And Billy was there, sat directly behind you.
"Is this gonna be like, every Friday night?" The stepsister asked.
"Of course it would be." Neil answered, there was a short pause. "This would also stop you from doing whatever it is you've been doing every Friday night."
He must be pointing at Billy.
"Great." The victimized teen answered with a hint of tone.
A waitress came with a menu and they called out their orders. You were just there silently tapping your fingers and glancing at the clock on your wrist every few seconds. It felt like you were trapped. You wanted to get off the booth, but where would you go? Go to another seat? Sounds a bit disrespectful to them, so you really didn't have much of a choice.
"How is school coming along?" Neil had asked while they were waiting for their food.
The stepdaughter first spoke up. "It's good. I've been making friends, I guess."
"Good, good…" Again, there was a pause. "And..?"
"Yeah, whatever." Billy grumbled.
"Speak up, boy. I didn't hear you very clearly."
"I said it's fine dad."
The raised voice caught you off-guard. Initially, you had thought that you weren't supposed to hear this conversation, but no it's getting into a whole new level of awkward. You couldn't help but tilt your head a little towards their direction.
Neil had caught you staring, only for a fracture of a second, until the stepmom placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay, honey. Maybe he's just a little tired."
The stepmom was trying to pacify the situation, it'd seemed.
"You're right, Susan. Maybe he just is." Neil spoke in a controlled tone. The air had gotten heavier, like the place had somehow gotten denser with a crowd, even if the place was particularly empty.
You looked at the time again, not really knowing what to do. Where were they? You decided it was the perfect opportunity for you to move away from the booth so you could use the diner's phone. It rang and rang, but nobody answered. Breathing out a sigh of defeat, you placed it down again and thanked the staff profusely for letting you use their phone.
You decided to switch into a different seat, not letting you want to hear the rest of the conversation they're having. It felt like you were intruding, and you wanted to respect their privacy as much as you could.
But you can't help but think about their standing between with each other. The family when you initially had seen them, they looked like your average, ordinary one. But there was something nagging in you that it might not have been what you'd expected. You would occasionally spare a glance at Billy, and he looked distraught. His posture was stiff while he crossed his arms, looking at the window by his seat instead of the quiet chatter that was going around them.
It only took a while before they received their food, and thankfully it was hummed silence again after that. You looked at the time again. Your knee started bobbing up and down. Somehow, you thought about the offer your friend did earlier, and it got you thinking if you should've accepted it in the first place.
"YOU WILL NOT GO TO THAT PARTY."
The gruff voice had thrown you off guard after a couple of minutes of silence, and your head immediately snapped towards its direction. Neil had already stood up from his side of the booth, his face fuming red with anger. You were a couple of seats away from them, but you had heard the whole thing.
"It's Tommy's birthday next week, dad. I have to be there!" Billy this time, shouted at the opposite side of the table.
You recalled quickly in your memory and you were definitely sure it wasn't Tommy B's birthday next week.
"Don't you ever raise your tone at me, kid." Neil's eyes were now seething.
"Neil, stop—"
"I did what I had to, okay? I cancelled all my plans tonight just for me to be in this stupid—"
"Get. Out."
It was then you saw the very first time in your life, something you'd never deem for Billy to ever have.
You had felt the fear in Billy's eyes.
"You didn't hear me, boy?"
"Neil, we're in a public place—"
"Then we'll have to make our talk a little more private." Neil cut off his wife.
The staff had already popped out of their hole and they had already gathered in attention towards the family. Neil was switching his eyes between them and then to Billy, as if he was really trying not to cause a ruckus inside the place.
"When I walk out through that door, I expect you to be a man and follow me, you got it?"
There was a pregnant silence. Billy's face contorted with no emotion, but his eyes were brimming close to tears.
"Got it, sir." He replied expectantly.
Neil had pulled off his wallet and placed the money on the table. He then slowly exited the booth, and out the door with his steps echoing off the walls of the diner.
"Fuck." Billy muttered. He slowly paced around, rubbing his face flushed with anger. You finally realized by now the reason why he was prone to lashing out. It didn't sit too well on you the idea why, but this…
It was all too much.
The ladies were just stumped as well, and by a couple of moments they eventually stood up and apologized to the staff with what happened. Billy had also left after the whole commotion and there was a kick in your system for the urge to follow.
In your peripherals, the daughter had eyed you with concern, telling you as if "not to do it", but the doorbell chimed as you exited into the quiet night.
You looked left and right, but it seemed like the both of them were nowhere to be found. The parking lot was empty save for what look like the Hargrove's car, but they weren't there. That was until you heard a slight crash on your left, and then you immediately went to the corner of the diner.
There were hushed whispers, but when you got closer, the words had gotten clearer. You peeped slightly around the corner, and there you saw Neil, his hands clasped at the leather jacket of Billy, almost lifting him up in the air.
"I got it." Billy muffled.
"I got it, sir." Neil emphasized.
Billy chanted the same mantra.
"Good, at least that's clear. Now, repeat after me: respect and responsibility."
"Respect and responsibility." Billy chanted emotionlessly again.
"Good. Now, if you expect to get in the car with the family, you have another thing coming. I want to stick it to your faggot brain the consequences of your action. If you badly want to be with your friends tonight, then go ahead, but expect the doors to be locked when you go home."
Neil pushed him to the wall one more time then let him go. Neil had sauntered off already towards your direction, but you snapped your head back and hid behind one of the garbage bins. Thankfully it was dark out and Neil didn't notice your presence.
A few minutes went by and you heard Billy was screaming behind the diner, tossing cans and thumping the walls with his fist. The rest of the Hargrove family had eventually filed out as well, getting into the car and then driving out into the road.
How could this be? You never knew someone who went through this kind of experience before. This was something you'd only see in news reports in tv shows, but never in real life. Never in this quaint town of Hawkins.
You got out of your hiding spot and you had finally revealed yourself to Billy. The first time, the first ever conversation you'd like to have with him… you'd hoped it wasn't supposed to be this way.
Billy was pacing back and forth between the pavement, just like what he exactly did inside the diner. The faint light from the windows had shined his cracked knuckles that was covered in blood. You could see his face flushed, not with alcohol, but tears you never expected to be there in the first place.
His chin had looked up, and he was staring at you with those blue eyes.
The once eyes you thought of the sky, now it was the deepest trench inside a stormy ocean.
"Seen all of that, huh?" Billy chuckled, his arms flung wide as if it was his magician's final trick. "Shit. The future king of this stupid excuse of a town is a piece of shit."
You didn't know how to exactly respond with that. This was Billy. The Billy. The one person who thought of himself like he was sky-high untouchable. The person you thought who didn't care about the blazing trail he left when he crossed paths with almost everything. He was everything— but now he looked like nothing. Less than nothing.
And he broke down.
"So, what now? You gonna tell on everyone?" He said.
"No."
A scoff escaped his throat. "I guess the quiet girl do know how to stay quiet."
There was a furrow in your brows. What did he mean by that?
Billy saw you react and it seemed priceless. "Yeah, I fucking know you. I've remembered you back in California."
Your eyes grew wide as saucers.
"You were also that chick who kept on giving me those stupid notes." He then added. "I've seen you slipping one on my locker one time."
You couldn't understand it. You were sure he wasn't anywhere near when you did it. You double— no, triple-checked. But then again, it was in the past. You felt somewhat relieved that he admitted that, at least there's no reason for you to hide from him anymore.
"Why didn't you talk to me then?" You then said.
"The fuck like I know you. You might be some psycho-bitch or something."
The curses were ringing in your head. It sure did popped a vein or two, but again, you're trying so hard to maintain your composure.
"I remembered you used to like them."
You did. You saw that face. You remembered how he lit up and how he cherished it like some frail little thing. You remembered how he carefully placed it under one of the many pockets of his cotton jacket back then. You knew. And judging by his face, he wasn't denying it either.
And like a snap, it all changed. "Yeah well, it's the only thing that kept me going through those days."
Billy said it. Billy had said that. The words echoed in your ears. It was something very unheard of, something, again, you never thought to have come out from his mouth.
There was nothing but background silence. The surroundings were a mess. Tossed bins and scrapped plastics. The wall behind the diner was plastered with faint marks of red. Billy stayed emotionless; his eyes barely glistening from the fresh memory that happened only a couple of minutes ago, trying to reel it all in.
"You didn't know what it felt like to be me." He said it like he was being accused. "I didn't fuck up my life, everyone else did. My dad, Susan, that stupid daughter of hers Max… My mom…"
He stifled the tears that were just begging to be released. But he paused and he stayed silent. He didn't want to finish those words that needed to come out, but you understood.
"You're wrong." He then uttered.
A question brew in your mind, but he had already beaten you to it.
"If you're thinking that I'm some broken thing you can fix, then go find some other helpless piece of shit out there." Billy spat. "If you thought that notes and letters are all it takes for me to get better, it's not going to happen. We're not little kids anymore."
You can't help your lips to form a little grin. "That's exactly what I would've said. We're not little kids anymore. We're also not exactly in California anymore, Billy. I've grown, and you've grown. And we're both at the opposite ends of the world and…"
Everything changed. I fell out of love from you. You are completely different now. There were so many things you would've wanted to say to him, but you let the thoughts flutter through the wind. You couldn't help but to feel sad at the melancholy. This could've been the perfect moment when lovers run into each other's arms and comforting them. But it wasn't. It was just two distant acquaintances who barely knew each other.
"I won't force myself into your life now just because I suddenly knew everything. It's still your life." You treaded the field of broken glasses. Everything felt so sensitive at this point. One wrong thing to say and he might disappear forever, trapped in his own twisted oblivion. "We could still walk along the hallways at school and act like neither one of us exists. Act like nothing had ever happened and we go on with our lives. You go what you do, and I do mine… Deal?"
Billy stared at you for so long, you could actually see the gears in his head grinding. You really wondered what he was thinking about. For someone who had to undertake so much, you definitely would see the reason why Billy himself acted like he was his own blaze of glory. The Icarus that was already burning on the sky. It was always like his head was always driving a hundred miles an hour and never would seem to stop.
Feeling already being glared enough for a copious amount of time, you had already thought he wouldn't answer. And he didn't, and that was when the awkward silence first started.
"My ride's coming in a few minutes. Do you want a ride home?" You suddenly ventured.
"No, but if you can take me to Tommy and Carol's, that'll be better." Billy answered.
"Ok. Sure."
You were about to turn around, almost ready and willing to forget about the whole incident, when you saw Billy took a step forward.
"Why?"
Your lips had formed a small, reassuring grin. You didn't really need to ask the reason for the question. Somehow, in the back of your head, you already knew what you were going to say.
"Maybe one day, I would get to see the old Billy again. The one that I had a crush with since middle school," you fished out a handkerchief in the pocket of my skirt. "And then I'll tell him I don't love him anymore." You offered the small cloth, not even bothering with the answer you've just given. "Here, wipe yourself with it, you look like a mess."
He accepted it, but his mouth was slightly parted, as if he was floored. Your lips stretched into a gentle smile this time as you turned around and left him to muse. Thankfully he didn't follow after you, because when you entered back at the diner, you suddenly felt like all the energy had left you, and you breathed out a huge sigh of relief.
You didn't notice it until now, but you saw your legs trembling. It was almost as weak as jelly and you actually had to brace yourself from the doors in order for you to maintain balance. Your entire body felt almost heated up, like you had just run a marathon, but you weren't obviously sweating. Was everything you just did pure adrenaline rush? It was a euphoric feeling, yet it only lasted only for a moment until the after-effects had drained you fully.
You waited until a minute or two until you had finally maintained composure. And you had already sat back to where you were. One of the staff had politely asked you regarding what happened, but you mentioned that the issue was private. They didn't try to push you after that.
After another minute, Billy had returned. He still had looked flushed, but he was a little better. It was like he had fallen off to another drunken stupor but you clearly knew he wasn't, and so you ignored it altogether. He had managed to sat in front of you, but he didn't even utter a word. He was also looking elsewhere, like he was almost ashamed to be with you. You didn't bother with it of course, as you probably knew he had gone through his worse times.
You almost enjoyed the silence, and wish you could've spent time with him like this a little more, but eventually your parents had finally arrived.
You introduced Billy as your project partner— an eventful excuse to say the least— and he had offered to stay with you until your ride came. Your parents were of course ecstatic with the proper gentleman, and they too politely asked if they could offer him a ride somewhere.
Both of you got in the backseat of the car and no sooner you had already drove off into the streets of Hawkins in the dim night. Your parents would occasionally ask questions here and there, but mostly everything was simply radio silence. When Billy pointed out the street where Tommy lived, he'd just asked if he could be dropped off right there instead of "his" house. Your parents insisted, but Billy had somehow won them over.
You thought it was just some excuse as to not see the house full of toilet rolls and music full-blast on the cold night air.
Billy said his "thank-you's" and had left the car, walking lonely on the street until his figure disappeared on the shadows of the street lights.
"He seems like a nice, quiet kid." Your father mused.
You couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah, he is dad."
Weekend came by and it was pretty much uneventful as you expected it to be. It was leagues from everything that you did that Friday night, but at least it was a nice reprieve from everything that had happened. Surprisingly enough, you couldn't help but think about Billy in some of your quieter moments now that you saw him at a different light. Yeah, you had thought that maybe it was just that one time where his father blew a fuse at him, but the way he reacted to it seemed like it really wasn't.
It somehow got you contemplating as well, about all the puzzles that slowly seem to fit upon the realization of it all. You kind of understood now why he was so rebellious against the world like it owed him everything he didn't have. How everything else was so fickle in the way he perceives it. How booze and cigarettes and sex were the only thing that kept him from the edge. You finally understood, and all you could ever really do was empathize. Not necessarily pity.
Because it really felt like the world did owe him everything. You guessed if he was granted another life, he never would've chosen this. You knew he wanted out, he wanted to drive in his car and forget everything ever existed and leave his rotten past behind. You remembered that moment, all those years ago. His past-self wanted to know what it truly meant to be free, not the gilded illusion he now had.
He was stuck. He couldn't do anything except clung to a rope that was on the verge of snapping.
He'd changed. He had changed so much that nobody ever really knew him anymore. You wanted to say that you did, but who were you kidding? Sure, you were the only wallflower that had ever listened to him. All his doubts and secrets, things that his other friends would and wouldn't know. Things that his family would and wouldn't know. All of that knowledge, it made you feel like you had power over his entire future. It felt like you were the only one that can save him.
To be another rope for him to hold on to.
But you knew it was going to be really complicated. You wanted to help, but you made a promise to him. Despite everything that has been shifting in his life, you wanted to be that constant. You knew each other, but it's never going to amount to anything. You'd only just stay there and listed, and away from the forest-fire that was Billy Hargrove.
And so the eventful Monday came and you breathed out a small sigh as you entered the school doors with your books hugged against your chest. You entered the hallways as usual and you were greeted by your friends shortly before they walked into their own classes. You passed by Billy's locker but he wasn't there. You also would've expected someone should've started some conversation about him right about now, but there also weren't. There was a slight inkling of worry that crept within you when you thought if he wasn't going to come to school today, but you force yourself not to think about it that much.
You arrived at your locker and you opened it.
A piece of paper, blue, fell softly down at the ground. Your heart almost skipped a beat.
You picked it up and unfolded it.
"No deal."
Immediately your head spurned towards your surroundings, the hallway seemed so busy with all the students that passed by your sight, but there was one person that was looking at you while he was casually leaning in one of the lockers, him seemingly had forgotten that Tommy and Carol were there talking with each other.
Your eyes and his locked together, and you saw him wear an almost expressionless face. He wasn't grinning nor he was glaring at you intently. He was just there, waiting for you to answer.
He saw you fold the paper, and placed it in one of the many pockets of your bag. He knew he didn't need anything else after from you after.
And because of that, you had thought, maybe there was a little bit of hope after all.
A/N: Welp, that's it, I guess. And no, if you're asking for this to be continued, it's definitely not going to be. However I ensure you I'm not done yet gushing this bad-boy just yet, so let's see if I could make another story or two for him in the future! :3
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