Not my first story in the ST fandom, but I can only hope it garners some attention
Billie's eyes slowly flickered open, mumbling sleepily as her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, her sleepy brain processing the world around her. Her messy blonde curls framing her face, her kohl makeup having smudged around her eyes making them look like something from a horror film, her lipstick smudged slightly. She wished she had washed her face before bed, but her memories of the night before were hazy. The black nail varnish on her fingers chipped, causing her to groan irritably, she could always put on a fresh paint. She mumbled sleepily, rolling over onto her back with a soft groan, she needed more sleep, the bedsheets wrapped around her, outlining her breasts and toned figure. It wasn't the first time she had slept nude, but living at home she had to be careful; she couldn't wait to go to college. Her tattoo's on full display, plus the new ones she had done recently; the skull on her upper arm, and an iris on her right hip, representing her loneliness growing up without her mum. She hadn't been sober on both occasions of getting them done and she didn't regret her decision, she remembered how angry Neil had been when she got them done, which made it even better. Memories of what they symbolised for her and why she would never forget. The mother she lost and would never get back thanks to Neil ruining the only good thing in her life and driving her mother away. Her silver spiked earring dangled in the light, her blond curls fuzzier than before, her medallion hung between her breasts.
She heard a soft moan beside her, causing her to smirk in amusement, the memories coming back to her, she found herself coming back here more and more. Like something in her soul just called out to her, leading her every time. At this point she should just move in permanently, Neil wouldn't stop her and there was more than enough room. She turned her head, admiring the view, Stevie was on her side, facing Billie, curled up like a sleeping kitten; her freckles sprinkled all over her skin, her soft lashes ticking her cheeks. Her pale skin gleaming in the light, her messy brown hair covering her face, her heart shaped lips barely parted as she snored softly. How Stevie could be so perfect she had no idea, no wonder she was so popular, Nate Wheeler had to be out of his mind to cheat on her. But then she had been there to rebound, and eventually sweep her off her feet. Wearing equally chipped nail polish, some small silver earrings, the sheets wrapped around her, covering her whole body like a cocoon.
Billie smirked, enjoying the moment before Stevie inevitably awoke, imagining her embarrassment and trying to hide from her. Stevie had changed so much since they first met as rivals. Memories of the prissy queen bee she used to be coming back to her, the spoiled rich girl who lorded over everyone. After finally breaking up with Wheeler, Stevie became a rebel, realising who her true friends were and becoming tired of the person she used to be. Casting aside her queen bee persona and the bitchiness she used to have, no longer pranking people for fun, spreading rumours and throwing wild parties. Instead she chose to be a part time babysitter, working at a video rental, becoming sarcastic, maternal and sharp tongued, often acting like a brat. She'd grown up immensely, to the point people couldn't recognise her. But Billie couldn't get enough, this new version of Stevie was hotter than her old self. Her style improved, her music taste improved, occasionally she enjoyed a smoke, she loved night drives, getting into trouble. It seemed getting dumped by Wheeler caused her to have a glow up, becoming a better person.
Stevie sighed sleepily, mumbling something before stirring, causing Billie to wonder what she was dreaming about. Wishing she could see inside the mind of the brunette. Her doe brown eyes opening slowly to see Billie watching her with a fond smirk, like a cat that got the cream. Instead of getting mad she merely yawned and rubbed her eyes, she groaned softly, wondering how long she'd been asleep if Billie was already awake. "Geez, what time is it?" she huffed. Having the house to herself and not that many friends to spend time with, she never had any schedules or expectations, she could just do her own thing.
"Morning princess, it's about 8:30, nearly 9" Billie smirked, they had no school, they had no work, they didn't have to babysit. They could just veg out for a while, wasting time before they wanted to be productive. Stevie rolled onto her back yawning, pulling some of the sheets with her, at least she didn't sleep through her alarm. The sheets straining across her chest, Billie's smirk growing bigger, she'd become very familiar with Stevie's body. She had been wasted on Wheeler, hearing all the horror stories of how bad he was in bed and how little he listened to her. Complaining when she was awkward, faked orgasms, or had to ask him for things, just to be met with accusations. Billie had more than lived up to her reputation, Stevie hadn't been able to walk the first time, realising how much she had missed out on with Nathan. She was an F cup herself, puberty giving her cleavage for days, another thing her father harassed her over, aside from the make-up, tattoo's and more. Calling her every name under the sun and tying to shame her. While Stevie was never as busty as herself, she wasn't flat chested either, she was at least a C/D cup, she had bust but she wasn't too big or too small. It had caused her massive insecurity issues in the past, feeling less of a woman because she wasn't as developed as her peers, but Billie appreciated them.
"God, I need a coffee" Stevie huffed, she was never a morning person. She had always loved waking up and slowly enjoying a coffee while just enjoying her own space. Before she had to accept responsibility and head to her job, or babysit or more. The moments of peace inbetween were her favourite.
Billie rested her hand on her cheek, Stevie never knew how to switch off, but then being diagnosed with anxiety and depression was the worst. Two combined forms of mental health that exhausted her. "Why the hurry princess? Got somewhere to be?" she questioned playfully. She was so eager to jump out of bed and leave her behind, how mean.
Stevie blinked, she wasn't babysitting the kids today and she didn't have a shift either, she could make plans with Robin, but then he might have band practice or working. She never knew what to do with herself these days "Nah...just... my sleep pattern is fucked up these days" she mumbled. She didn't know what a good nights sleep was, sometimes she still woke up in the night with cold sweats, reliving her nightmares. All of her adventures had led her to become traumatised by every danger they faced, while the rest of Hawkins was oblivious. Watching the darkness in case something jumped out at her, always having her ears pricked for noises, sleeping with a spiked baseball bat under her bed. It had gotten so bad she had to ask her doctor for prescriptions, she still had sleeping pills in case. No thanks to her experiences with the upside down, the nightmarish monsters that lurked.
Billie softened, she'd always been a light sleeper thanks to Neil, able to tell when it was her dad moving around from her step-mum to stepbrother, she'd learned to listen to her heightened senses. Sometimes she would get drunk just to numb herself and pass out, taking night drives until she felt tired and sleeping in the back of her car. After being brainwashed by the mind flayer, being brainwashed against her will, she was never the same person she used to be. She still had nightmares of the clone of herself, all the things that the mind flayer made her do, their screams and begs for help. The smell of blood, the bruises and the scarring. Stevie's fear was justified, they had lived experiences that nobody else could understand, let alone believe. She slowly opened her arms "C'mere princess" she soothed.
Stevie smiled sleepily, edging across the bed towards her, nuzzling against her affectionately. Billie was warm and soft, smelling like cigarettes and cologne, it had become so familiar it comforted her. Though she was abrasive on the outside, she was secretly a softy, the abuse she endured at the hands of Neil making her poisonous. Her experiences making her less of a bitch, learning to trust others, channel her emotions and heal "You smell nice" she teased.
"I better this perfume ain't cheap" Billie scoffed, trying not to laugh, she'd saved up a lot of money to buy it, sometimes sneaking money when she could. Despite the fact that she was nearly 18, somehow she wasn't treated like an adult. Neil would never spend money on her, so she had to make her own means, even Susan thought he was controlling in that area. But Stevie had started the annoying habit of buying her presents sometimes. She teased that she was Billie's sugar mama, something that she hated being reminded of.
"Aww, you wear it just for me" Stevie teased, she had become familiar with all the things Billie liked, from music, to clothes, to perfume and more.
"You wish princess, I just have good taste" Billie smirked, all the things she never had, all the things Neil stopped her from enjoying. So she could feel like a person, so she could express herself. Making friends with a few of the salesgirls, flirting with them and becoming a regular, it got her discounts and freebies. Neil would never figure out who her connections were so he assumed she had to be stealing. But Stevie choosing to spoil her, choosing to treat her, it made her happy.
"Isn't that why you're dating me" Stevie reminded her, they were complete opposites but they worked so well together it was scary. While Billie preferred rock music, she enjoyed indie and sometimes pop, but she had expanded her taste through Billie. Billie was the one who encouraged her piercings, while Stevie was the one who enjoyed films and night drives. They both influenced the other but in the best possible way, helping them learn from one another.
Billie smirked, there it was, her bratty side, when she loved to quip back and be a smart-ass, Stevie certainly had claws this morning. "Touche princess" she agreed, she'd had her eyes on Stevie for a while, even when she was dating Nate Wheeler. Twirling her fingers through Stevie's hair affectionately, all that expensive product made it so soft. Stevie was so much more than a spoiled rich girl, she hid her mental health, negligence and loneliness under a false smile. Stevie truly blossomed into her true self around the people she could trust who genuinely cared for her.
"Who knew Billie Hargrove was such a softy" Stevie hummed, she was fiercely protective, deeply emotional and fiery. She spoke more with actions than words, never learning how to project her emotions the right way. She was nothing like she was when she first moved to Hawkins, she had healed, softened a little. She could still win a bar fight and she wasn't someone to mess with, but she was less like a rabid dog and more like a protective wolf. She actually landed a stable job, worked hard, bonded with her stepbrother and tried to make friends. Trying to undo all the wrongs she had committed.
"Tell anyone and you're dead" Billie warned, half joking, she knew none of her past fans wanted anything to do with her. Many still clamoured to know about her scars and gossips spread like wildfire. She spent less time trying to be the life of the party, and more cradling a drink in a darkened corner of the room, just trying to forget. She still worked part time at the pool but was applying for colleges now. She actually bonded with Max and acted like a sister towards him, albeit still with tension just less aggression than before.
"I mean... Max already knows, but I love having you to myself" Stevie smirked
Billie smiled, Stevie was good for her, they were two hot messes that brought out the best in each other. Stevie appeared perfect, but she had a mountain of issues she never told anyone, including her alcoholic, absent mother; and her narcissistic, abusive father. She was never good enough in the idyllic version her parents wanted, never smart enough, talented enough. Despite the fact that Stevie was looking into nursing as a career. They worked hard to prove everyone wrong and make something out of themselves, "You have me princess" Billie agreed, wrapped around her fingers.
Stevie raised her head to admire Billie sleepily, those bright blue eyes, piercing, drawing her in. That smile of hers that could charm the pants off anyone, "Call me crazy Hargrove, I may be half asleep, but you look sexier with bed hair and messy makeup" she grinned. That wild untameable hair that was the envy of every girl in their year that somehow always looked perfect. Those eyes that saw right through you, making you feel naked and vulnerable.
Billie raised her eyebrow, pillow talk already? Though nobody expected it of her, Stevie was still a flirt, her charm from her queen bee days had never faltered. She knew exactly how to flirt with someone, she just had self confidence issues. "Smooth Harrington" she teased, she ran her fingers across Stevie's skin seductively, the latter shivering in delight. She was the only one who knew how to break Stevie's stubborn streak and have her begging for more "But we all know I can make you melt" she winked. She knew all of her sensitive places, all her turn on's, all her dirty little secrets.
Stevie groaned, biting her lip, Billie had that wolfish look in her eye, the one that could tease her until she was a shaking mess. The one that had her begging, how to make her feel so good that her legs would be trembling after. Billie's charm was dangerous "Fuck you..." she whimpered. She had just hoped for playful banter this morning, but it seemed Billie had other ideas.
"Is that an invitation princess?" Billie smirked, she loved it when Stevie had attitude, trying her hardest to fight back and ultimately lost. That pout, the way her lips looked so red and delicious. The way she would beg, whine and cry, all of her reactions for the pleasure of her enjoyment. Pinching Stevie's nipple slightly, Stevie shuddered, biting back a moan "Good girl" Billie soothed. She was always so honest, even if her body said it more than her mouth did. Stevie blushed, yep she was weak, Billie just knew how to get under her skin.