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where-is-francis · 5 years

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Boys Don’t Cry

Steve Harrington x Male Reader

Request:

Prompt: “I came by your house late at night for advice and you’re dancing in your bedroom to The Cure and, not gonna lie, it’s pretty amusing.”

A/N: And the slowest writer ever award goes to: me. But ok Boys Don’t Cry is one of my favorite songs to dance to in an over-dramatic fashion while I’m alone in my bedroom. And I figured like. Why not.

TW: underage drinking, Guys Bein’ Dudes™️, slight language, you dated Nancy but the sexuality is never specified.

Cliques were always dangerous. You never really fit in with any specific group. Fellow peers at Hawkins had just kind of dubbed you a wanderer. And for as much as the teachers liked you, you found yourself in detention quite a bit. Not because you actually started fights, but pissing off Steve Harrington was one of your favorite hobbies. And when Billy Hargrove moved to town, your focus simply shifted to tormenting him instead.

Steve would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the attention. For whatever reason, aggravating each other was the main basis of your friendship.

It was about third period and you’d come in to school late. The secretary noticed you weren’t at roll call for algebra or science, so she called your house. And before you could get to the phone your mother picked up and began screaming at you, whom she just assumed had already left, prompting you to get ready and leave.

The hallways were empty and it was fairly quiet, save for the noises of one of the gym classes going on. Your locker, unfortunately, was in the hall right beside the gym. Squeaks from sneakers and thuds from a dribbling basketball came from behind closed doors. Every time that damned ball hit your head throbbed more, still recovering from the party last night.

Tossing your Walkman inside, you began to grab out one of the books you’d need. English had been boring, but not as laggy as math and science. For a kid who was good with numbers you were surprisingly bad at the two subjects.

A sudden break in your thoughts came when a familiar face spotted yours and began to walk over. You could sense the uneasiness in the way he walked, normally he’d be trying to scare you. With everything in your hands, you nudged the door to your locker closed and waited for him to say something snarky as a greeting.

But he never did.

(E/c) orbs met dark brown ones. The light behind them was gone, now replaced with a sorrowful expression.

“You good?”

“Not really,” he sighed defensively.

“What’s got you—?”

Memories of the party from the night before came back in a blurred montage. Drinking, dancing, smoking, laughing, making out, repeat. You didn’t remember much, but at one point Nancy spilled her drink and went to the bathroom. What seemed like five hours later, Steve was pissed and ended up leaving.

“Oh, shit.” You visibly cringed.

“Look, I’m going to go talk to her.”

“It’s a wasted effort, man.” You reasoned. “Coming from somebody who’s been with her, just trust me.”

He always went to you for advice when it came to her. Nancy Wheeler was a very complex person, but you two dated for a while, and you kind of knew everything. A breakup came after about ten short months when you grew apart, but after a bit of a chat you two decided to stay friends.

The brunette shook his head slightly and glared. Reaching a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, he muttered something about just getting it over with. You opened your mouth to speak just when the secretary stepped out, a less than pleased look on her face.

“(L/n), you better get to class before you end up with another detention. You too, Harrington.”

A small smirk crossed your features. “Aww, that’d be such a shame, huh?”

Steve quickly sauntered off, presumably to talk to Nancy, and you were left with the secretary. The look in her tired eyes that reached your own pleaded for you to just shut up and go to class.

“They aren’t paying me enough for this,” she groaned.

The smirk on your face morphed into a full shit-eating grin, then prompting you to make your way down the hall and into your English class. Just another average day would follow, nothing out of the ordinary.

Later that evening as you got home, you decided it would be best to unwind and listen to music. Nobody else was home, your parents both at work, so that meant you could do pretty much whatever you wanted. Reaching your beat up door, you began to tug your denim jacket off and toss it onto the chair in the corner.

Everything about the room was overdone; posters adorned the off-white walls, the pictures overlapping at times, and stickers thrown onto the closet door. Two large bookshelves were filled to the brim with your music collection, some sketchbooks, and whatever other junk you had that couldn’t be left on the floor.

Nancy always hated your room but that was to be expected. It didn’t bother you much, you’d rather be at her house anyways.

You shut the door and began to change into something a bit more comfortable, wondering what you’d do with yourself for the remainder of the night. Ordering a pizza sounded pretty good, considering nobody was home and you didn’t want to cook. Most nights alone you’d end up watching TV, playing video games, and then crash at about 2 AM. A vicious cycle, one you never grew tired of.

Without thinking, you reached over and grabbed your phone from the receiver and dialed Steve’s number. It seemed like a good idea at the time, the two of you could hang out for a bit without getting yelled at.

Last time he was over, your parents came home earlier than anticipated and found the two of you sat on the couch, drunk, reading through the phone book (for whatever reason), only to just lose your shit whenever you saw a name that sounded even mildly amusing.

The phone rang a few times before eventually being picked up.

A sigh could be heard. “What?”

“Hey, loverboy. I’m ordering pizza tonight. You wanna come over and hang out?”

“Are we going to get our asses ripped this time?” The brunette retorted.

A fake laugh came from you. “That was one time, so are you coming or not?”

There was a minute long pause between you two. No matter how much you annoyed each other, you were one of his weaknesses. And pizza was something that he couldn’t say no to.

“Fine, but—”

“Great! See you in a few.” You chirped and practically smashed your phone back onto the base.

Steve lived only a couple streets down from you. You met back at the beginning of elementary school, both of you riding the same bus. Neither you, nor him, could really remember when you started to consider the other a ‘friend’. But it mainly had something to do with him and Nancy being a couple.

Since she and you dated before and were still close friends, somehow you ended up becoming the marriage counselor along the way.

But hey, the more the merrier, right?

Your mind couldn’t help but drift sometimes. Steve was pretty cute in your eyes, even with his weird hair. Generally the same taste in music, shows, movies, and obviously the same taste in girls. And although he was stupid (sometimes), he was a good dude.

It wouldn’t take long for him to reach the house. In the meantime you decided it would be best to put in the order for the pizzas. A quick call to the nearest shop, and they’d deliver it as soon as it was done.

After scanning through some music, you finally settled on one: a mixtape of your favorite songs from The Cure. You popped it in with no hesitation and set your player to max volume. The intro to Siamese Twins rang out in your bedroom, the beat eventually making all of the furniture thud in perfect time. Glass window panes shook as well, you’d probably have the neighbors complaining in the morning.

Your feet guided you around the house aimlessly as you searched for something to drink, the sound of music becoming more muffled as you entered the kitchen. It reminded you of the party a few nights ago, but far less stuffy. And with better music.

“I chose an eternity of this; like fallen angels, the world disappeared,” you sang slightly to yourself as you rummaged through the cabinets.

Nothing.

Onto the fridge, stocked full of Coke and other stuff you didn’t much care for. Nobody

Meanwhile, down the street, Steve could hear loud music coming from your street. Which was odd, if there was a party he would’ve known about it. Upon further inspection he realized it was coming from your house. The sun was already starting to set behind said abode, nestling itself deeper and deeper into the rows of houses that occupied the area.

The Harrington boy stepped a bit closer and took in the view; your house covered in orange and red tinted leaves, the living room and kitchen lights shining through their respective windows. Your silhouette moved about inside, gracefully, to the beat. Almost like a shadow with perfectly fluid movements.

His focus shifted to the porch lights, then the door, the doorbell, and back again. He only assumed your parents weren’t home but he wasn’t sure, although with as loud as the music was, ringing the doorbell or knocking wouldn’t have done any good anyways. It took him a bit to move, then walking around to the darkened backyard where he counted the windows.

The first one was your parents’ room (he learned the hard way), the second belonged to the bathroom, and finally, the third was the entrance to your bedroom. He glanced down, careful not to step on the flowers, then maneuvered his way around to find a spot where he could see through the gap blinds. What he got was something out of a renaissance painting.

You with your mom’s pearl necklace and matching earrings draped carelessly, your shirt all the way unbuttoned, and a wine glass in your hand. To top it all off, your hair was a mess, but complemented the askew lipstick that painted your lips. Your hips swayed back and forth in a graceful yet drunken manner. Inside, Boys Don’t Cry came on the stereo.

Each step you took was calculated to sync with the beat, the only thing that could’ve made it more amusing was if you would’ve been wearing heels.

“What is that moron doing?”

“I would say I’m sorry

If I thought that it would change your mind

But I know that this time I have said too much,

Been too unkind,”

You sang along, a slurred version not being heard by the other male as he watched from the window. Brown eyes were fixated on your form as you leapt up onto the bed, forcing a bit of a stumble from yourself. After almost toppling over, you continued on.

“I tried to laugh about it, cover it all up with lies

I tried to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes cause—”

“Boys… don’t cry.” Steve finished.

In the midst of the dancing spree you turned and locked eyes with said boy. The room was swaying about and took a minute to stop, your vision focusing on him. Each step you took closer to the window made your knees feel weaker, but somehow you managed to pull the screen up to let the other boy in.

The room was almost like a time capsule; nothing really moved or touched since the last time he’d been there, the only difference being the clothes that had been strewn across the floor. Sudden weight on the bed caused it to dip behind him. When he turned, your body was draped gracefully across the dark (color) sheets. Almost something out of an erotic painting, the clash of textures and colors alike.

Originally, the plan had been to come to wallow in self pity and ask for advice about Nancy. Now all he could think about was you, tipsy, singing along to music so loud it would rival an actual concert.

“You—you want a sip?” You shouted over the lyrics, somewhat slurred.

Steve thought about it for a minute, taking glances at your extended hand every so often. A slight sigh escaped him, then taking the glass and downing whatever was left. He started coughing and gagging as a result of the cheap liquor hitting, but didn’t care too much to do anything besides wipe his mouth off.

Everything in that moment was fuzzy, and loud, and warm. Time was stopped for you two. Nothing really mattered except the exact moment you were living in. Not some dumb party, not some spoiled suburban girl, and most certainly not being sober.

Steve’s hands fell to his hips. The newfound anxiety on his face made you wonder, but still too afraid to ask.

“Is there more to drink?”

“Yeah, in the kitchen… come on.”

Everything that happened afterwards became a blur of colors and muffled noises. Almost like going under anesthesia in the hospital, you couldn’t really remember what went on until something triggered it. And from then on you’d spend your time wondering if it was real or not, trying so hard to distinguish a vivid dream from a drugged reality.

One thing happened to stand out. The single thing you could remember.

Not so many hours later, bottles of liquor had been spread across the floor and the lights turned off. The music that once blared and annoyed the neighbors was turned down now, a much softer volume. Melodic hums came from your lips as Steve ranted about Nancy. The party, it was all because of the stupid party.

“— and, I mean, I apologized. Me. Steve fucking Harrington.”

After what seemed like four rounds too many, his speech was slurred.

Steve buried his face in his hands.“I don’t know what I did wrong…”

“You didn’t do any-anything wrong, man. Nancy just... has a stick up her ass, nothing new.” You assured him with a soft shove to the shoulder.

Your eyes met for a brief moment, his hands sliding down the sides of his face. A pitiful laugh found its way from his throat, soon after turning into something far more maniacal. Something about the situation was funny to you as well.

But not what you had said about Nancy, no. What made you laugh was the look on this idiot’s face, perfectly illuminated by the neighbor’s porch lights. How he slid down deeper onto your floor, ribs aching from giggling too hard. Though he was drunk, the smile plastered on his face was genuine.

Two separate roars were only extinguished after a few minutes, but at the time it felt like hours. You attempted to regain your composure but it was hard when his face was right next to yours. Once perfect brown hair was now askew, the result of the perfect night in. Eyes in the color to match brimmed with tears from laughing, something he felt like he hadn’t done in a while. Nearly perfect skin and perfect lips almost begging for some action; it was too amazing.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you wanted to make out with me…”

It took a minute for his words to sink in. Even in the dark he could see the red flush rise to your cheeks. You swallowed a bit, hand rising to comb through (h/c) locks anxiously. Harsh shadows covered your (s/c) face but even then Steve could still tell you were biting your lip.

It seemed he had his answer.

“Oh,”

“Yeah, oh,” you mirrored.

Everything happened what felt like hours later, but at the same time, all at once. Your bodies had been forced together, the taste of long forgotten cheap wine playing on your tongues. His hands reached up to tangle gently in your hair, all while yours gripped desperately at the lapels of his denim jacket.

The kiss was soft and messy, but whether it was the alcohol’s fault or the fact he was nervous was anybody’s guess. For whatever reason, Steve expected it to feel different but it didn’t. The kiss was just that; a kiss. Not a kiss with a boy, just a kiss.

Clumsily, he straddled your lap to get a better angle. It still felt the same. The time had come to an end, your lungs begging for air, forcing the two of you to pull back. His shoulders heaved, the room only being filled now with the slight sound of you both panting.

(E/c) hues opened to take in the view. Steve Harrington straddling your lap, breathless, disheveled, only being lit by the light that came through the window. The grip you had on his jacket slowly loosened, only to be stopped by his hand on yours. Red lipstick that once adorned your lips was now shared. The Cure that played in the background had finally come to a complete stop. But the gaze Steve had on your lips didn’t, especially when he began to lean in again.

“Don’t tell Nancy,”

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dacresslut · 5 years

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Back off - chapter five

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: IN THIS EPISODE OF “Back off”: Date night! First dates can ether go really great or very bad. Will the readers first date with the sex god Billy Hargrove go well? Or will the night turn sour? FIND OUT NEXT!

Warnings: fluff, light smut, swearing, and angst. Lots and lots of angst.

Word count: 3,065 (long one for y’all)

A/N: I’m baaaaaack! And hopefully not staying gone! I’m starting chapter six ASAP! This one is a gooooood one! And I’d like to give a special thanks to @dacremontgomerylover for all the help and love, she’s so amazing. Love you girl💕

Sunday came and gone, you talked to Billy for about 10 mins. And it consisted of him saying it was dinner and a movie. Which was so cliche, but you loved it. “I’ll pick you up at seven, right?” His low voice filled your ear.

“Seven sounds good to me, Hargrove.” Biting your lips as he chuckled through the phone.

“See you at school, babydoll. Dream about me.”

“You wish.” Hanging up the phone, rolling on to your back, staring at the ceiling, smiling harder than ever before. Until you heard a knock on the door.

”Hey sweetheart.” your door opens up slowly, hearing your father’s voice made your head pop up.

”Dad!” you go and hug him, his arms wrap around you. ”how was the trip?” you pulled away, not wanting to be touched for too long.

”Fun and informational. How was holding up the fort?” he smiled down at you, and you gave him a sweet smile.

”Boring, it wasn't the same without you here.” You pat his arm, walking past him. ”did you get KFC?”

”How could I forget?” he says as you both head down the stairs, you make your way to the bucket of chicken, and fixings. You almost had the balls to tell your family about your date with Billy Hargrove tomorrow. But you held your tongue. And family dinner went on as normal.

When Monday morning came, doing the daily routine. You rushed the twins, trying to get to school faster. To see Billy’s perfect face. Bouncing your leg in the back of the car, you anxiously waited. ”see you after school, guys!” you said to them, and took off towards his blue Camaro.

The twins watch closely as you are escorted into the school by Billy Hargrove. Once you two are out of view of the twins, he slaps your ass once. You chuckled but swatted his hand away. ”quit.”

”make me.” he slaps your butt again, but a little bit harder. You glare at him, then swinging your hand back to smack his perfect ass. The hallway filled with the sound of smack! Really making a scene now. Everyone was staring at Billy and you flirt. ”hey now! That hurt you little shit!” he laughs, and chases after you as run away from him. You screamed as he catches you from behind, spinning you around. Girls were getting jealous of you, getting all the attention from the famous Billy.

As he put you down, you fixed your shirt. ”get to class, Hargrove,” you say then stick your tongue out at him.

”Save that for tonight, babe.” he winked at you, then blowing a kiss at you. Rolling your eyes, heading to class. Daydreaming about Billy all day, until Gym class rolled around. Where you got to see him, you stretch your muscles out as you see Billy taking off his shirt. He was looking right at you as he did so. All the girls sigh in delight as he shows off his perfect body. But his eyes were only on you, still soaking up the attention.

You get on the court, Steve has the ball, dribbling it towards the hoop, where Billy was guarding. Steve tried to push towards the hoop, but Billy was right there to push back. You see talking going on between the two boys. Paying no mind to it, until Steve landed on his back. Try to block Billy but he was to fast, throwing it under his leg, putting it through the hoop.

”Steve!” hearing Nancy yell his name, made you look towards the two walk out of the gym. As Billy took my whole team down. Even you couldn't keep up with him. And that was how the whole class went. Getting your ass handed to you.

”Aw, did I hurt baby's feelings?” Billy said to you as you wipe off your sweaty face, shooting him a glare.

”No, I’ll just tell coach next time that I want you on my team.” Smirking at him as he licks his teeth. He gets close to you and puts his hand on your lower back, pulling you into his chest. That was extremely sweaty. But you didn’t mind.

”I don't do shirts.” he got close to your face, looking at your lips.

”Guess I'll have to be skins then, babe,” you whispered to him, breaking away to walk towards the girl's locker room. All the girls were whispering as you walked in, looking at you. Then giggled. “Y’all got something to say or what?” You confront them, they all look down at their feet and not saying a word. “Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.”

[billy’s pov]

(Y/n) said I had to tell the twins before we went on this date. And of course, I wait until the last hour of the day to tell them. “Jack! Daniel!” I yell for them in the hallways.

“Hey, Billy.” They say in unison, fucking twins.

“I wanted to tell you guys something,” I start with, running my fingers over my chin as I think about what to say. “Man to man, I thought you should hear from me instead of someone else.” They both drop their smiles. Giving me a serious look.

“I’m taking your sister out on a date, and before you freak out- I actually really dig her. She’s no one like I’ve ever met before.” They were quiet at first, probably talking telepathically. Jack sighs and nods.

“I’m happy you came and told us first. Would’ve been better to ask for our permission, but better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission.” My whole body relaxes. The twins almost approve. “But you hurt our sister, you deal with all of us.”

“Loud and clear. Thanks, guys. I’ll catch ya later.” I say then walk to go give (y/n) the good news.

[your pov]

We don’t have to hide it anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re shoving your tongue down his throat in the hallways. As the last bell rings, you rush out of class to get to Billy’s car. Seeing him leaning up against his car, smoking a cigarette. You drop your backpack where you stand. Getting a running start, he smirks and braces himself to catch you. Which he successfully does. Spinning you around. You felt so happy, happy with someone. It was a new feeling for you.

“Hello, my pretty girl.” He says as he puts you down, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Since when am I your pretty girl, huh?” Giving him a little attitude. That was your specialty

“Since I stepped foot in this school, that’s when.” He pulls me into his arms, and you rest your head on his chest to listen to his beating heart. Seeing all the people stare, you roll your eyes. Backtracking to get your backpack, he checked you out as you bent over to take it off the ground. Then trying to think of a thought that kills his tent he had going on for you. He was about to walk over to the other side and open the door for you, but you stopped him.

“No need, Hargrove. I don’t need chivalry, I need my bad boy that smokes a pack a day.” You say as you light your cigarette, and get in the car yourself. He stood there, with a smirk on his face, then seeing Max, got a little irritated but kept his cool for you, not wanting to mess it up. She got in through your side, sitting in the back.

“Hey, you! How was school!?” You smiled at her as Billy pulled out of the parking lot. Max smiled at you.

“It was okay, but you know, school sucks either way.” She shrugged her shoulder as you laughed, Billy stayed silent. Trying to drop you as soon as possible. Pulling into your driveway, he leans over, grabbed the back of your neck and pulling you into a rough kiss. You loved it, but not in front of Max, who was completely disgusted. You pushed on his chest.

“Save that for tonight, Casanova.” You smirked and got out of the chair, letting max out to get in front.

“I’ll be here at 7:00, doll!” He yelled to you, “don’t make me wait!” He teased you, but you turned around to flip him off playfully. Walking up the steps, and sighed once you got into the door. Where the twins were waiting for you.

“When were you planning on telling us about Billy?” Dan said with his arms crossed over his chest, giving you a brother look. You roll your eyes as you took off your shoes and put down your backpack.

“I was waiting for Billy to tell you, it would've been a hard no if I asked,” you start heading up the stairs to your room, as the boys just groan. It was worrisome for them, afraid you were going to get your heart broken. Daniel shrugged, drinking his water.

“Just be careful, sister. I don’t want have to use my wrestling moves on him,” you laughed a little, he sets the cup back down on the counter.

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much! Now, I have to get ready for my date,” you say as you make your way towards the stairs.

“Don’t give it up on the first date!” Jack calls out to you, making you roll your eyes on instinct.

“It’ll be none of your business!” You yell back, closing your door. Trying to look perfect for him. Just for him.

Seven rolled around quickly, and you finished your little black dress off with his brown leather jacket that he lends you. It felt right to wear, with the whole outfit. Then you hear a loud roar of a certain Camaro out in the driveway, peaking your head up, you race down the stairs and answer the door before he even has time to knock. “You’re early, I have five minutes,” you raise your eyebrows at him.

“I thought it’d be nice to meet the folks-“ he tries to say but is cut off by the sight of my dad, still in uniform, and gun in tacked.

“One folk, her mother is no longer with us, she would’ve loved to meet you.” Billy stuck his hand out for him to shake, thank the lord, he shook it. “Nice grip,” letting go of his hand. “Now time for ground rules, she’s back by 10:00, on the dot. Not a minute later, or you’re in for a wild ride. No drinking and driving, no drugs, no fast driving, and be very sure I’ll have people watching-“

“Dad, please. I think I know the run down by now. Can I go now?” You pout a little, not really wanting to deal with the whole dad explaining rules.

“I suppose, have fun, be safe, don’t do anything your mother wouldn’t do,” he kissed your forehead and you walked out of the house hand in hand with Billy. He opened the door for you even though you had already told him he didn’t have to. It made you blush the whole way to the restaurant.

After the dinner and the movie, you sat in his car with his hand on your thigh as he drove. “Can you please tell me where we’re going? For all, I know you could be taking me out to my grave that you dug before our date. I noticed you were sweaty-“ billy shot you a look, shutting you up immediately.

“Patience, babe,” he says as he squeezed your thigh. “You’re going to love it.” He brought his hand to the back of your neck to pull you close to his face so he could kiss your cheek.

“Watch the road,” you warned as you returned the kiss. His hand found your thigh again, just a little high this time. Your hand rests on top of his as the ten-minute drive went on. When you got there, it was an open field, you frowned at him. “Okay, really are you going to kill me or-“

“(Y/n), shut your trap about me killing you. You’re watching too many scary movies.” He pulled a soft blanket from the back. “Come on, ya serial killer.” You both got out and he laid the blanket over the hood of the car, lifting you up by your hips onto the car, he followed after. Cuddling close to you, both of you look up at the stars. It was perfect. “I brought you up here because this is the place I come when I need to get away from my house, and I wanted to share it with you.” You peek your head up to look at him as he told you this, smiling a little.

“Does Billy Hargrove have a soft side?” He rolled his eyes, then looking up at you. Brushing your hair behind your ear, his face was serious.

“For you? Definitely.” He leans up to kiss your lips, holding your cheek in his hand. You were right, he was a great kisser. He pushed up more, putting you on your back. You look up at him as he hovered over you, his eyes scan your body. “You look hot in my jacket and on your back, just for me,” his lips were on yours again, rougher this time. Your lips moved with his in perfect harmony, as he laid his body more between your legs, pushing your dress up. His hands find your thighs, pulling the end over your hips, showing off your pink lace underwear. You wanted this, so so badly. You could feel it building up in the pit of your stomach. The want for him.

He pushed his crotch up against your heat, it made you open your mouth more, which gave him the opportunity to slide his cigarette flavored tongue into your mouth, moved it to touch yours in all the right ways. His hard-on made you even more turned on for him, he pulled away and putting his hand between yous, his thumb found your clit over your panties, rubbing it in slow little circles. Your mouth opened a little and small moans came out, “oh shit-“ closing your eyes and tilting your head back as his went faster.

“Look at me, (y/n), or I’ll stop,” he looked down at you with such intensity, he was dead serious. He loved the way you looked while he touched you, he could cum in his pants by just the sight. But he held it back, not wanting to deal with the mess and be embarrassed in front of you.

You looked up at him, “please don’t stop-“ he then smirked and slipped his cold hand on your nub. He was faster and knew how to touch you. Then it hit you, sex. This leads the sex. But this feels so good! Sex must even feel better. But it’s also your first date! but a little longer wouldn’t hurt… your moans got louder, then your climax was close. “Okay, okay! No, stop!” You pushed him off and slide off the car. Fixing your dress, right away. Your legs shook as he slides off the car too, you could see his boner, and it made your legs shake even more.

“Baby- what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Was I too rough-“ he tried to ask you but your hands reached for his jacket, pulling him closer to you.

“Absolutely not, you’re so good- so so good-“ you take in his scent, looming up at him. “But,” your hand touches his cheek, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, “I’m not going to losing my v-card on the first date, you have to work for that shit.”

He looks at you, but you can’t read his face, “so you’re really going to make me wait? After all that?” He pushes your hand off his face, “why?”

“Why? Are you really asking me why?” The heat starts heading to the tip of your ears, anyone could see the smoke coming from them, “because my mom always told me, I only get this one fucking time, and then it will always be imprinted in the back of my mind. I will always remember it, and I have to trust you still,” tears ran down your cheeks, you were so mad you were crying, this never happens, ripping the blanket off the car, and throwing his jacket at him. “That’s why you fucking asshole,” you turn to him, giving him one chance to save this. Save this possibly great relationship, the great love of your life.

“You can’t trust me? Why would I go out of my way to do all of this, for just a lay? I could get any girl in that fucking school. But I chased you, and trust me, I don’t chase. I’m the one who gets chased, sweetheart-“ Billy’s tone was hurtful, and mean. He fucked it up. The chance was gone.

“Don’t. Save it. Now you don’t have to chase anymore, we’re done. Bring. Me. Fucking. Home.” Your voice was serious and very angry sounding. “Before I steal your fucking car, Billy.”

“Fine, get in the goddamn car then.” He lights up a cigarette and gets in the car. Slamming his door, as do you. The car ride was quiet and tense. You could cut the tension with a knife.

When you got into your driveway, you didn’t say anything to him, even after he calls your name. Trying to fix this, he couldn’t fix this. He fucked up.

“Hey sweetheart, you’re early-“ your dad tries talking to you, but you shoot him a death glare. Then giving Jack and Dan the same look. The twins stop what they were doing to look at you, standing up and trying to see what happened. They knew that look. But you stopped them,

“We’re not talking about it, so don’t ask me about it. We never speak of it, ever.” Kicking your shoes off, and heading upstairs. Straight to the bathroom, turning it on and sitting in the tub, the shower covered the sounds of your sobs. You couldn’t cry in front of your family about it, that would be bad. Very bad.

All you could remember was crying before you finally fell asleep.

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