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Fantasy Guide to Interiors

As a followup to the very popular post on architecture, I decided to add onto it by exploring the interior of each movement and the different design techniques and tastes of each era. This post at be helpful for historical fiction, fantasy or just a long read when you're bored.

Interior Design Terms

Reeding and fluting: Fluting is a technique that consists a continuous pattern of concave grooves in a flat surface across a surface. Reeding is it's opposite.

Embossing: stamping, carving or moulding a symbol to make it stand out on a surface.

Paneling: Panels of carved wood or fabric a fixed to a wall in a continuous pattern.

Gilding: the use of gold to highlight features.

Glazed Tile: Ceramic or porcelain tiles coated with liquid coloured glass or enamel.

Column: A column is a pillar of stone or wood built to support a ceiling. We will see more of columns later on.

Bay Window: The Bay Window is a window projecting outward from a building.

Frescos: A design element of painting images upon wet plaster.

Mosaic: Mosaics are a design element that involves using pieces of coloured glass and fitted them together upon the floor or wall to form images.

Mouldings: ornate strips of carved wood along the top of a wall.

Wainscoting: paneling along the lower portion of a wall.

Chinoiserie: A European take on East Asian art. Usually seen in wallpaper.

Clerestory: A series of eye-level windows.

Sconces: A light fixture supported on a wall.

Niche: A sunken area within a wall.

Monochromatic: Focusing on a single colour within a scheme.

Ceiling rose: A moulding fashioned on the ceiling in the shape of a rose usually supporting a light fixture.

Baluster: the vertical bars of a railing.

Façade: front portion of a building

Lintel: Top of a door or window.

Portico: a covered structure over a door supported by columns

Eaves: the part of the roof overhanging from the building

Skirting: border around lower length of a wall

Ancient Greece

Houses were made of either sun-dried clay bricks or stone which were painted when they dried. Ground floors were decorated with coloured stones and tiles called Mosaics. Upper level floors were made from wood. Homes were furnished with tapestries and furniture, and in grand homes statues and grand altars would be found. Furniture was very skillfully crafted in Ancient Greece, much attention was paid to the carving and decoration of such things. Of course, Ancient Greece is ancient so I won't be going through all the movements but I will talk a little about columns.

Doric: Doric is the oldest of the orders and some argue it is the simplest. The columns of this style are set close together, without bases and carved with concave curves called flutes. The capitals (the top of the column) are plain often built with a curve at the base called an echinus and are topped by a square at the apex called an abacus. The entablature is marked by frieze of vertical channels/triglyphs. In between the channels would be detail of carved marble. The Parthenon in Athens is your best example of Doric architecture.

Ionic: The Ionic style was used for smaller buildings and the interiors. The columns had twin volutes, scroll-like designs on its capital. Between these scrolls, there was a carved curve known as an egg and in this style the entablature is much narrower and the frieze is thick with carvings. The example of Ionic Architecture is the Temple to Athena Nike at the Athens Acropolis.

Corinthian: The Corinthian style has some similarities with the Ionic order, the bases, entablature and columns almost the same but the capital is more ornate its base, column, and entablature, but its capital is far more ornate, commonly carved with depictions of acanthus leaves. The style was more slender than the others on this list, used less for bearing weight but more for decoration. Corinthian style can be found along the top levels of the Colosseum in Rome.

Tuscan: The Tuscan order shares much with the Doric order, but the columns are un-fluted and smooth. The entablature is far simpler, formed without triglyphs or guttae. The columns are capped with round capitals.

Composite: This style is mixed. It features the volutes of the Ionic order and the capitals of the Corinthian order. The volutes are larger in these columns and often more ornate. The column's capital is rather plain. for the capital, with no consistent differences to that above or below the capital.

Ancient Rome

Rome is well known for its outward architectural styles. However the Romans did know how to add that rizz to the interior. Ceilings were either vaulted or made from exploded beams that could be painted. The Romans were big into design. Moasics were a common interior sight, the use of little pieces of coloured glass or stone to create a larger image. Frescoes were used to add colour to the home, depicting mythical figures and beasts and also different textures such as stonework or brick. The Romans loved their furniture. Dining tables were low and the Romans ate on couches. Weaving was a popular pastime so there would be tapestries and wall hangings in the house. Rich households could even afford to import fine rugs from across the Empire. Glass was also a feature in Roman interior but windows were usually not paned as large panes were hard to make. Doors were usually treated with panels that were carved or in lain with bronze.

Ancient Egypt

Egypt was one of the first great civilisations, known for its immense and grand structures. Wealthy Egyptians had grand homes. The walls were painted or plastered usually with bright colours and hues. The Egyptians are cool because they mapped out their buildings in such a way to adhere to astrological movements meaning on special days if the calendar the temple or monuments were in the right place always. The columns of Egyptian where thicker, more bulbous and often had capitals shaped like bundles of papyrus reeds. Woven mats and tapestries were popular decor. Motifs from the river such as palms, papyrus and reeds were popular symbols used.

Ancient Africa

African Architecture is a very mixed bag and more structurally different and impressive than Hollywood would have you believe. Far beyond the common depictions of primitive buildings, the African nations were among the giants of their time in architecture, no style quite the same as the last but just as breathtaking.

Rwandan Architecture: The Rwandans commonly built of hardened clay with thatched roofs of dried grass or reeds. Mats of woven reeds carpeted the floors of royal abodes. These residences folded about a large public area known as a karubanda and were often so large that they became almost like a maze, connecting different chambers/huts of all kinds of uses be they residential or for other purposes.

Ashanti Architecture: The Ashanti style can be found in present day Ghana. The style incorporates walls of plaster formed of mud and designed with bright paint and buildings with a courtyard at the heart, not unlike another examples on this post. The Ashanti also formed their buildings of the favourite method of wattle and daub.

Nubian Architecture: Nubia, in modern day Ethiopia, was home to the Nubians who were one of the world's most impressive architects at the beginning of the architecture world and probably would be more talked about if it weren't for the Egyptians building monuments only up the road. The Nubians were famous for building the speos, tall tower-like spires carved of stone. The Nubians used a variety of materials and skills to build, for example wattle and daub and mudbrick. The Kingdom of Kush, the people who took over the Nubian Empire was a fan of Egyptian works even if they didn't like them very much. The Kushites began building pyramid-like structures such at the sight of Gebel Barkal

Japanese Interiors

Japenese interior design rests upon 7 principles. Kanso (簡素)- Simplicity, Fukinsei (不均整)- Asymmetry, Shizen (自然)- Natural, Shibumi (渋味) – Simple beauty, Yugen (幽玄)- subtle grace, Datsuzoku (脱俗) – freedom from habitual behaviour, Seijaku (静寂)- tranquillity.

Common features of Japanese Interior Design:

Shoji walls: these are the screens you think of when you think of the traditional Japanese homes. They are made of wooden frames, rice paper and used to partition

Tatami: Tatami mats are used within Japanese households to blanket the floors. They were made of rice straw and rush straw, laid down to cushion the floor.

Genkan: The Genkan was a sunken space between the front door and the rest of the house. This area is meant to separate the home from the outside and is where shoes are discarded before entering.

Japanese furniture: often lowest, close to the ground. These include tables and chairs but often tanked are replaced by zabuton, large cushions. Furniture is usually carved of wood in a minimalist design.

Nature: As both the Shinto and Buddhist beliefs are great influences upon architecture, there is a strong presence of nature with the architecture. Wood is used for this reason and natural light is prevalent with in the home. The orientation is meant to reflect the best view of the world.

Islamic World Interior

The Islamic world has one of the most beautiful and impressive interior design styles across the world. Colour and detail are absolute staples in the movement. Windows are usually not paned with glass but covered in ornate lattices known as jali. The jali give ventilation, light and privacy to the home. Islamic Interiors are ornate and colourful, using coloured ceramic tiles. The upper parts of walls and ceilings are usually flat decorated with arabesques (foliate ornamentation), while the lower wall areas were usually tiled. Features such as honeycombed ceilings, horseshoe arches, stalactite-fringed arches and stalactite vaults (Muqarnas) are prevalent among many famous Islamic buildings such as the Alhambra and the Blue Mosque.

Byzantine (330/395–1453 A. D)

The Byzantine Empire or Eastern Roman Empire was where eat met west, leading to a melting pot of different interior designs based on early Christian styles and Persian influences. Mosaics are probably what you think of when you think of the Byzantine Empire. Ivory was also a popular feature in the Interiors, with carved ivory or the use of it in inlay. The use of gold as a decorative feature usually by way of repoussé (decorating metals by hammering in the design from the backside of the metal). Fabrics from Persia, heavily embroidered and intricately woven along with silks from afar a field as China, would also be used to upholster furniture or be used as wall hangings. The Byzantines favoured natural light, usually from the use of copolas.

Indian Interiors

India is of course, the font of all intricate designs. India's history is sectioned into many eras but we will focus on a few to give you an idea of prevalent techniques and tastes.

The Gupta Empire (320 – 650 CE): The Gupta era was a time of stone carving. As impressive as the outside of these buildings are, the Interiors are just as amazing. Gupta era buildings featured many details such as ogee (circular or horseshoe arch), gavaksha/chandrashala (the motif centred these arches), ashlar masonry (built of squared stone blocks) with ceilings of plain, flat slabs of stone.

Delhi Sultanate (1206–1526): Another period of beautifully carved stone. The Delhi sultanate had influence from the Islamic world, with heavy uses of mosaics, brackets, intricate mouldings, columns and and hypostyle halls.

Mughal Empire (1526–1857): Stonework was also important on the Mughal Empire. Intricately carved stonework was seen in the pillars, low relief panels depicting nature images and jalis (marble screens). Stonework was also decorated in a stye known as pietra dura/parchin kari with inscriptions and geometric designs using colored stones to create images. Tilework was also popular during this period. Moasic tiles were cut and fitted together to create larger patters while cuerda seca tiles were coloured tiles outlined with black.

Chinese Interiors

Common features of Chinese Interiors

Use of Colours: Colour in Chinese Interior is usually vibrant and bold. Red and Black are are traditional colours, meant to bring luck, happiness, power, knowledge and stability to the household.

Latticework: Lattices are a staple in Chinese interiors most often seen on shutters, screens, doors of cabinets snf even traditional beds.

Lacquer: Multiple coats of lacquer are applied to furniture or cabinets (now walls) and then carved. The skill is called Diaoqi (雕漆).

Decorative Screens: Screens are used to partition off part of a room. They are usually of carved wood, pained with very intricate murals.

Shrines: Spaces were reserved on the home to honour ancestors, usually consisting of an altar where offerings could be made.

Of course, Chinese Interiors are not all the same through the different eras. While some details and techniques were interchangeable through different dynasties, usually a dynasty had a notable style or deviation. These aren't all the dynasties of course but a few interesting examples.

Song Dynasty (960–1279): The Song Dynasty is known for its stonework. Sculpture was an important part of Song Dynasty interior. It was in this period than brick and stone work became the most used material. The Song Dynasty was also known for its very intricate attention to detail, paintings, and used tiles.

Ming Dynasty(1368–1644): Ceilings were adorned with cloisons usually featuring yellow reed work. The floors would be of flagstones usually of deep tones, mostly black. The Ming Dynasty favoured richly coloured silk hangings, tapestries and furnishings. Furniture was usually carved of darker woods, arrayed in a certain way to bring peace to the dwelling.

Han Dynasty (206 BC-220 AD): Interior walls were plastered and painted to show important figures and scenes. Lacquer, though it was discovered earlier, came into greater prominence with better skill in this era.

Tang Dynasty (618–907) : The colour palette is restrained, reserved. But the Tang dynasty is not without it's beauty. Earthenware reached it's peak in this era, many homes would display fine examples as well. The Tang dynasty is famous for its upturned eaves, the ceilings supported by timber columns mounted with metal or stone bases. Glazed tiles were popular in this era, either a fixed to the roof or decorating a screen wall.

Romanesque (6th -11th century/12th)

Romanesque Architecture is a span between the end of Roman Empire to the Gothic style. Taking inspiration from the Roman and Byzantine Empires, the Romanesque period incorporates many of the styles. The most common details are carved floral and foliage symbols with the stonework of the Romanesque buildings. Cable mouldings or twisted rope-like carvings would have framed doorways. As per the name, Romansque Interiors relied heavily on its love and admiration for Rome. The Romanesque style uses geometric shapes as statements using curves, circles snf arches. The colours would be clean and warm, focusing on minimal ornamentation.

Gothic Architecture (12th Century - 16th Century)

The Gothic style is what you think of when you think of old European cathedrals and probably one of the beautiful of the styles on this list and one of most recognisable. The Gothic style is a dramatic, opposing sight and one of the easiest to describe. Decoration in this era became more ornate, stonework began to sport carving and modelling in a way it did not before. The ceilings moved away from barreled vaults to quadripartite and sexpartite vaulting. Columns slimmed as other supportive structures were invented. Intricate stained glass windows began their popularity here. In Gothic structures, everything is very symmetrical and even.

Mediaeval (500 AD to 1500)

Interiors of mediaeval homes are not quite as drab as Hollywood likes to make out. Building materials may be hidden by plaster in rich homes, sometimes even painted. Floors were either dirt strewn with rushes or flagstones in larger homes. Stonework was popular, especially around fireplaces. Grand homes would be decorated with intricate woodwork, carved heraldic beasts and wall hangings of fine fabrics.

Renaissance (late 1300s-1600s)

The Renaissance was a period of great artistry and splendor. The revival of old styles injected symmetry and colour into the homes. Frescoes were back. Painted mouldings adorned the ceilings and walls. Furniture became more ornate, fixed with luxurious upholstery and fine carvings. Caryatids (pillars in the shape of women), grotesques, Roman and Greek images were used to spruce up the place. Floors began to become more intricate, with coloured stone and marble. Modelled stucco, sgraffiti arabesques (made by cutting lines through a layer of plaster or stucco to reveal an underlayer), and fine wall painting were used in brilliant combinations in the early part of the 16th century.

Tudor Interior (1485-1603)

The Tudor period is a starkly unique style within England and very recognisable. Windows were fixed with lattice work, usually casement. Stained glass was also in in this period, usually depicting figures and heraldic beasts. Rooms would be panelled with wood or plastered. Walls would be adorned with tapestries or embroidered hangings. Windows and furniture would be furnished with fine fabrics such as brocade. Floors would typically be of wood, sometimes strewn with rush matting mixed with fresh herbs and flowers to freshen the room.

Baroque (1600 to 1750)

The Baroque period was a time for splendor and for splashing the cash. The interior of a baroque room was usually intricate, usually of a light palette, featuring a very high ceiling heavy with detail. Furniture would choke the room, ornately carved and stitched with very high quality fabrics. The rooms would be full of art not limited to just paintings but also sculptures of marble or bronze, large intricate mirrors, moldings along the walls which may be heavily gilded, chandeliers and detailed paneling.

Victorian (1837-1901)

We think of the interiors of Victorian homes as dowdy and dark but that isn't true. The Victorians favoured tapestries, intricate rugs, decorated wallpaper, exquisitely furniture, and surprisingly, bright colour. Dyes were more widely available to people of all stations and the Victorians did not want for colour. Patterns and details were usually nature inspired, usually floral or vines. Walls could also be painted to mimic a building material such as wood or marble and most likely painted in rich tones. The Victorians were suckers for furniture, preferring them grandly carved with fine fabric usually embroidered or buttoned. And they did not believe in minimalism. If you could fit another piece of furniture in a room, it was going in there. Floors were almost eclusively wood laid with the previously mentioned rugs. But the Victorians did enjoy tiled floors but restricted them to entrances. The Victorians were quite in touch with their green thumbs so expect a lot of flowers and greenery inside. with various elaborately decorated patterned rugs. And remember, the Victorians loved to display as much wealth as they could. Every shelf, cabinet, case and ledge would be chocked full of ornaments and antiques.

Edwardian/The Gilded Age/Belle Epoque (1880s-1914)

This period (I've lumped them together for simplicity) began to move away from the deep tones and ornate patterns of the Victorian period. Colour became more neutral. Nature still had a place in design. Stained glass began to become popular, especially on lampshades and light fixtures. Embossing started to gain popularity and tile work began to expand from the entrance halls to other parts of the house. Furniture began to move away from dark wood, some families favouring breathable woods like wicker. The rooms would be less cluttered.

Art Deco (1920s-1930s)

The 1920s was a time of buzz and change. Gone were the refined tastes of the pre-war era and now the wow factor was in. Walls were smoother, buildings were sharper and more jagged, doorways and windows were decorated with reeding and fluting. Pastels were in, as was the heavy use of black and white, along with gold. Mirrors and glass were in, injecting light into rooms. Gold, silver, steel and chrome were used in furnishings and decor. Geometric shapes were a favourite design choice. Again, high quality and bold fabrics were used such as animal skins or colourful velvet. It was all a rejection of the Art Noveau movement, away from nature focusing on the man made.

Modernism (1930 - 1965)

Modernism came after the Art Deco movement. Fuss and feathers were out the door and now, practicality was in. Materials used are shown as they are, wood is not painted, metal is not coated. Bright colours were acceptable but neutral palettes were favoured. Interiors were open and favoured large windows. Furniture was practical, for use rather than the ornamentation, featuring plain details of any and geometric shapes. Away from Art Deco, everything is straight, linear and streamlined.

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Hello :) I hope you're doing better now and that you're enjoying getting back into the swing of writing again. Feel free to tell me to bugger off if you've got a lot of questions like this but I was wondering if you were planning to continue with NYP? Thank you!

I am actually! I've been writing up some drafts for it and wanting to get another chapter out soon.

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Can you do a Billy Hargrove x fem reader story pls! Like opposites attract, could you make reader like a hippie. I think the dynamic would be so cute. You can write it however you want.

Thank you have a great day!

Ooh! I love this idea! I’ll def add it to one of the five accepted!

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I’m opening up requests for one shots/oc/fic requests for the following:

Stranger Things

Harry Potter

Star Wars

The first five requests I get will be written and posted within the coming week for your reading pleasure. Along with the next chapter of Nefarious.

I’m back witches.

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In honor of mean girls day here’s my shitty edit

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Don’t forget

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Can I be added to the tag list for nefarious

You're anon! Otherwise I would add you. Lol. Just let me know off anon and I'll do so. :)

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In regards to Nefarious...

This fic is quickly turning into an extremely popular story. So, I’ll go ahead and let you guys know ahead of time:

There will be sad stuff.

There will be angering stuff.

There will be romantic stuff.

There will be stuff that makes you cringe.

There will be stuff that makes you question everything.

But at the end of the day, I’m working on this to bring you guys a very interesting story (hopefully). My fics are NOT just about smut. I want to be able to have readers that feel like they can indulge in more than just smut and fluff. I hope that’s okay with you guys.

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Nefarious (Chapter Four)

Summary: Darkness is slowly creeping through Hawkins, but people seem to be either ignorant or looking the other way. Y/N wakes up in an unfamiliar place and begins desperately searching for her way back home. Billy starts to question his morals and hunts for Y/N in hopes of possibly setting things right. Steve and Nancy call it quits, but that doesn’t seem to stop Steve from noticing someone else...someone who’s been there all along.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Y/N (Reader)

Word Count: 3,601 Words

Rating: 18+ (For the Future)

Warnings: Cussing, compromising situations, etc.

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Chapter Four: Where is She? (Y/N and Billy Perspectives)

Y/N PERSPECTIVE

The silence was nearly deafening as I laid there, eyes closed. I thought, that maybe if I laid like this for long enough, whatever was happening to me would stop...and I would wake up back in my driveway. I remember the screeching, the roaring...and then I woke up.

I jerked awake with a start, gasping for air. The world around me had darkened, as if evening had set on Hawkins rapidly. How long had I been asleep? I furrowed my brows and reached up to gingerly touch my head. It hurt, no doubt from the impact against the concrete driveway. Wincing, I slowly pushed myself up and looked around. The whole world had seemingly gone pitch black, but the creature that had attacked me was nowhere to be found. There was a sudden wave of fear washing over me as I turned around over and over again, as if waiting on the damn thing to jump out and attack me again at any second.

It hadn’t really been small, but it hadn’t been large either. Perhaps the size of a medium dog. I cautiously glanced back towards the trash bins and saw nothing but trash in them. And that’s when I realized...it was snowing. Wait, was it snow? Pinching my brow in confusion, I moved out from under the awning of the garage and stepped out into the driveway. Soft flakes of what looked like snow whirled around me, but they didn’t melt like normal snow. Nor did they accumulate on the ground and build up. I stood there for quite some time, taking in the sight...before realizing just what the world actually looked like around me. Dark vines crept up lamp posts and consumed cars. Houses were overcome with the dark matter, and in the distance a red light flashed briefly...much like lightening did within a distant thunderstorm. This place...this wasn’t my home.

“MOM!” I screamed suddenly, lunging towards the house and throwing open the door.

“MOM! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

Creaking noises and then silence. There was no one there...no one save for me and the empty landscape. Fear began to overcome me as I realized I was not in Hawkins anymore. Or, if I was...no. No no no...this was a dream!

“Come on...wake up! WAKE UP!” I cried, trying to slap myself awake a couple of times.

Nothing worked. Nothing. I clambered through the house, tripping over a few of the dark vines that interlocked and gripped onto the furniture. Sobbing helplessly, I ran up the stairs towards my room, trying desperately to find something...anything that would help me wake up. I pushed my door open, finally taking note of my fingers as I looked at my hands. Blood. I’d been clawing at the pavement so violently, I’d drawn blood from my own fingers.

“Holy shit...” I whispered, shaking as I looked my hands over.

It was then I heard another noise...the sound of something creaking once more. It sounded like footsteps, like someone was ascending the stairs towards my room. Both fear and hope swirled within me as I looked back out of my room towards the darkened stairway.

“Mom?” I breathed, hoping that perhaps she’d found her way too...found her way to me.

A shadowy figure finally emerged from the darkness, but still stood far enough away from me that I couldn’t quite see who it was. I squinted, trying to make out anything about them that I could, but I just couldn’t...see.

“You’ll understand soon.” it said, drawling in a way that sounded all-too-familiar.

“What?” I whimpered, holding my hands gingerly, fingertips itching from the scratching that had occurred.

“You’ll understand soon. Don’t you remember?”

And without another word, the figure was suddenly upon me, overwhelming me. Hands reached out to clasp around my throat, fingers wrapping like slender claws...consuming me. I thrashed and struggled, crying out helplessly as it began to suffocate me, overwhelm me.

BILLY PERSPECTIVE:

“Shit.” I grunted, turning immediately and rushing into the house.

Susan and Dad were still out of town and Max was nowhere to be found, but Y/N seemed to be taking priority. Why in the HELL did I feel like I needed to chase after this girl? Having stormed off the way she had and without even giving a reason? Christy had to go. The curly redhead seemed to crop up the very second I was back in the house, fawning over me like a lovesick puppy.

“We going to start working on our project together or what?” she asked, smacking her gum and looking at me affectionately.

“You need to leave.” I said, brushing past her towards my room, throwing my jacket on in the process.

“What are you talking about?”

“I said you NEED to go. As in through the front door and out of this house. Now. The project can wait. Or, maybe you can do the entire thing, and say I helped you with it. I don’t care. Either way, I have to go find someone. So, I suggest...you be gone by the time I get back.”

I was an asshole...that much was obvious. But I didn’t really seem to care...not about this one. I finished pulling on my boots, and without so much as a goodbye, I was moving past the stunned redhead again and out my front door. Keys in the Camaro, the engine roared to life, the sound nearly making my blood boil. Something about the car made me feel powerful...overwhelmingly so. But I loved it. I threw it in reverse and peeled out of the driveway, taking no time to toss it back into drive and roar off down the street. It took time getting there, more than I would have liked. I hadn’t even turned the corner and a train had caught me, forcing me to sit still for longer than I would have liked.

“Stupid...fucking...shit...” I grumbled, trying to figure out just how I was going to train myself in order to apologize to Y/N.

“Why the fuck do I even have to apologize? I’m not the one making assumptions!”

Great. She had me fucking talking to myself. How much more crazy could one man get? Maybe this...maybe this was why dad had left mom. Or, maybe that was just what women did? They made men crazy...and then they left. They always seemed to leave, so what was the point in getting close to them anyway? What was the point in getting close to Cat Ears, even? I slammed a fist against the wheel in frustration.

“I can’t fucking believe this.”

The train finally seemed to let up, and I took no time pressing the gas and hitting it once more...barely waiting for the safety signs to rise back up. I pulled up in front of Y/N’s house, tires screeching in the process. The house appeared to be empty, save for one vehicle in the driveway. And while I knew Y/N drove normally, she’d seemingly walked to my house earlier. Perhaps her car was getting fixed? Who cared really? I jumped out of the car and headed over towards the house, mumbling to myself the whole way.

“I’m sorry I’m a fucking brute...I’ll try better...let’s just make out...”

I didn’t know how to handle this sort of woman...and it terrified and excited me all the same. No girl had ever really resisted me the way Y/N had for the most part...and that’s what I was starting to find so attractive about her in the first place.

“HELLO?!” I called, knocking on the front door a couple of times.

Letting out a breath, I stepped back and shoved my hands into my jeans pockets. No answer. I waited another minute, before reaching out again, this time ringing the doorbell once...twice...another time.

“It’s Billy! I’m here to...” My words fell flat as I tried to find the right statement,” I’m here to talk?”

More silence. There was no way she wasn’t home. Was there? And then it hit me...What if she’d run to someone else? What if they were inside right now? What if she was wrapped around another guy? I felt that familiar red haze starting to overcome me.

“No...nah...” I grumbled, reaching for the door.

I jiggled the doorknob, but there was no give. Just as I was about to turn around and give up and go home, I heard it. A rattling noise came from the garage at the side of the house. I slowed, narrowing my gaze as I looked over. The awning partially covered it, forcing me to have to actually walk over and see what had made the noise. Rounding into the semi-complete room, I noted the trash lid on the ground, and what looked to be streaks of red paint staining the concrete. Without a care in the world, I crouched downwards, fingers running over the red liquid on the pavement. There wasn’t much to it, almost as if a paint brush had been dropped that barely had anything left on it. But there was still enough for me to make out the color...the color.

My eyes widened as I realized just what I’d gotten on my fingers. Blood.

“Y/N?!” I roared suddenly, standing up and moving over towards the side door to the house. This one was partially opened, whomever having entered last clearly having forgotten to close it...or hadn’t done so on purpose.

“CAT EARS?!”

I sounded desperate, worried. It was such a different sort of tone for me. Something I wasn’t used to at all. Normally if anything worried me, it was laced with quite a bit of anger...and Max was on the receiving end of it majority of the time. This was a change.

“WHERE ARE YOU?!”

I stepped through the vaguely familiar hallway, only having seen the place in darkness. Daytime it felt different...less intimate. I paused at a baby picture hanging up on the wall, looking it over. It must have been her. She’d been cute, for sure. And that’s when I heard it. A sound of wood groaning on the stairway. I jerked around and rushed towards the stairs, only to find the girl herself standing there, rocking and shaking slightly.

“What the hell?!” I breathed, moving up two at a time and eventually grasping her shoulders.

“Y/N! Answer me? Are you sleep walking? Are you okay?!”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes appeared to be rolled into the back of her head and she almost seemed to be sleepwalking or in a trance. I snapped fingers in front of her face, but nothing seemed to do the trick.

“WAKE UP! HEY! COME ON!”

Y/N PERSPECTIVE:

The choking continued, cold fingers starting to consume me, black all around. I heard a distant voice, but I wasn’t sure who it was or if I could even make it out. I was going to die. I was going to die like this.

“Everyone. We’re going to destroy everyone.”

A stillness suddenly washed over me as the creature spoke...and without a second of delay, its’ face began to contort and twist...eventually forming that of Billy’s. I let out a scream of terror, thrashing and begging. Pleading.

“WAKE UP!”

My eyes snapped open and I found myself teetering on the stairs, Billy holding me by my shoulders. I looked at him, horrified. He must have been worried, because his expression was white, face drained of blood.

“Y/N?” he whispered, quietly.

My whole body shook as I realized I must have been hallucinating. Perhaps the thump to my head had caused such an episode. Whatever had happened, it wasn’t going to leave me be any time soon. I broke down, starting to sob softly as I realized I was safe. I threw my arms around him, clenching tightly. Normally, this wouldn’t be the case. But now? I’d been terrified...and he was something from the normal world. He was here...this was real. Someone had found me and woken me up.

“Hey...” he began, stiffening as I hugged him, “What happened?”

“I don’t know.” I replied, trembling in his grasp.

“Come on...”

He turned and steered me towards my room, carefully to not bump into any walls or furniture along the way. When we got to my bed, he set me down atop it and moved to sit down beside me, reaching for my hands.

“You need to clean these.” he grumbled, sounding as though he was having to take care of an infant.

“I know.” I replied, shooting a quick look at him and slowly withdrawing my hands to press against my person.

I don’t know how long we sat like that for. The silence stretched for what felt like hours. The sun began to set outside and I’d been perfectly content with sitting there quietly, next to him. The anger I’d expressed towards him only mere hours ago was like a distant memory. But...the vision of him turning from the shadow monster...oh, how it gave me chills. I knew it had only been a dream, but still. I couldn’t help but replay it over and over again, revisit it in my mind’s eye. Eventually, Billy cleared his throat and glanced over towards me again.

“You want to talk about what just happened? Or...anything?” he asked, tilting his head.

I sat there, contemplating. What exactly was there that I could say to him that wouldn’t sound deranged or frightening? I had a vision of you choking me and telling me shit I didn’t understand. Yeah, that sounded perfectly credible. I inhaled slowly and shook my head.

“I don’t know. I think I...I think I hit my head outside and then I woke up and I was just...here. I had some sort of nightmare, like I was here but it was...and alternate dimension. I don’t know.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and motioned towards the stairs. “And then you woke me up. And here we are.”

Billy stared at me, then shook his head and looked downwards.

“If you hit your head, you need to go to the fucking hospital. Seriously.” he grumbled, looking up slowly and back to me.

“I can’t. I mean...I feel fine. If I have another bad dream or something, I’ll just go talk to someone about it. Okay? It was just a bad dream.”

“Jesus Y/N. You hit your head!”

“AND I’M FINE!” I snapped suddenly, an anger washing over me that I’d not expected.

I widened my gaze as I realized what had just happened and I sat back against a pillow. “I’m sorry. I just...I’m shaken up.”

He nodded slowly and reached out, placing a hand on my thigh.

“You know Christy and I were working on a project, right? Earlier? She’s into me, sure. But...I don’t want that...her.”

He shook his head and gave a short laugh.

“They’re all the same. They all want the same thing.”

“Don’t you want that same thing?” I asked, looking up at him curiously.

He pursed his lips and stared back at me. I couldn’t quite decipher what he was thinking, or the expression he was trying to convey. Everything in my body hurt for some reason, and I knew...somewhere deep down, I knew that earlier had been more than a dream. I hoped, with all of my heart that it had only been just that, but it wasn’t. I opened my mouth to say something again, but this time was interrupted by him leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. My head whirled with confusion, at best. I didn’t know whether Billy was trying to put me under a spell or if he actually meant what he was doing, was putting emotion into it. And in that moment? I was drugged with the feeling he was giving me. I needed it. I leaned into him and whimpered softly, fingers brushing against his face briefly. This kiss, shared in the most innocent of settings and moments, made me realize just how much I’d been craving this sort of attention, affection.

“I think I have a thing for you...” he finally said, breaking away to speak.

I sat there, still slightly intoxicated with the feeling he’d given me from such a kiss. I’d liked it, but even in the back of my mind...I couldn’t wash away the vision of him. I had no idea what it meant, and part of me hoped to never find out.

___

Billy didn’t stay much longer after our kiss. We talked for a few more minutes. Among those minutes, he made a point of finding ways to have a hand or two on me consistently. It was something that I’d not been expecting in the least, but found comforting nonetheless. When he did eventually leave, he mentioned something about needing to go pick up Max from the Arcade and that he would be seeing me tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I had to go back to school. Tomorrow I had to face the facts that now I didn’t exactly know WHAT Billy and I were, but there was something there. Still, a darkness seemed to be attempting to overshadow me, consume my thoughts. Billy would never attempt to kill me or choke me, but the dream was still something that seemed so real...so vivid.

I reached out for my phone, deciding I needed to talk to SOMEONE about it. While Nancy seemed to be the first choice, I decided on Steve instead. Something about this situation seemed more likely to get through to Steve than Nancy. And based on all of the wild stories they’d told me, I was sure one of my closest friends could at least shed some light on the weirdness of the dream.

“You dreamed of what?” came the voice across the line, the sound of confusion and concern clear in his tone.

“I don’t know Steve. It was like...one second I was here and the next second I just...wasn’t. I was here, but it was like somewhere else. It was almost like it was snowing and there were these vines everywhere. I even heard some weird noises, like clicking or squealing. It was unreal.”

I inhaled sharply and sat there, twirling the cord between the handle and the receiver.

“I’m not going to lie to you Y/N, I don’t know much about any of that stuff. It SOUNDS like what happened last year, in a way...but I didn’t know much about anything going on. Nancy had to piece it together for me, and even then it was confusing. A weird freaking dog appeared out of nowhere, we lit it on fire and hit it a couple of times...some weirdos from a lab were involved. It just all sounds ridiculous, but that’s all I know. Listen...I’d say talk to Nancy about it but...”

His words fell flat and he seemed to struggle with what he was going to say next. I wasn’t stupid. I figured something had been going on between him and Nancy for a while. Perhaps they’d finally just called it quits? Perhaps he’d finally just given up on her after all.

“Nancy and I aren’t together anymore. But she knows more about this stuff than I do. What you’re telling me sounds almost just like what she went through that night in the woods. She described it almost the exact same way. Except...she went through a portal and you...”

“I hit my head...” I mumbled, knowing just how stupid I probably sounded.

“Look. Try and get some sleep tonight. We can try and chase down Nancy and Jonathan tomorrow and see what they think. Sound good?”

I replied softly to him and turned to hang up the phone. It wasn’t really that comforting, knowing that a similar experience had happened to someone else before. Though, I guess it could have been way worse. I could have never woken up. I could have been stuck in a coma and never awoken.

I stayed in my bed for a few more hours. The sun had set long ago and I was sure that if I didn’t get up and change soon, I’d fall asleep in the clothes I’d worn for the day. Grimacing, I stood up and shuffled my way towards the bathroom. My fingers had dried blood crusted across the tips and my hair looked a total mess. Perhaps a full on shower would do the trick instead. Before I could even so much as turn the water on, the doorbell sounded off.

“What now?” I mumbled, turning the light to the bathroom off and heading down the stairs.

The only person I’d been expecting home by now would be my mother, and she had a key to the house. So, who in the hell was calling on us after eight p.m? I moved over to the front door and pulled it open slowly, peering out. In front of me stood a man in a long coat, greying hair messily kept up on his head. Beside him stood, what appeared to be, a police officer. The two men appeared official enough, causing me to open the door a bit more widely.

“Something I can help you with?” I asked, furrowing my brow in confusion.

“Yes. I...” The grey-haired man clasped his hands together and looked at me carefully, eyes squinting as he considered me.

“You’re...you’re number three...” he said, his expression going from confusion to that of fascination.

“I beg your pardon?” I asked, sure this guy had me mixed up with someone else...or someTHING else.

“Number Three...one of the original Four. My god...it really IS you.”

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Nefarious (Chapter Three)

Summary: The morning after Tina’s party has brought on quite a few questions...and rumors as well. Y/N wakes up and finds a sleeping Billy Hargrove on her bedroom floor. Meanwhile, Steve and Nancy seem to be having their own issues and Y/N eventually has to run interference. Drama comes to a head when Y/N runs into Carol and Co on her way to Billy’s house to return something of his. And what’s in the trashcan?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Y/N (Reader)

Word Count: 3,807 Words

Rating: 18+ (For the Future)

Warnings: Cussing, compromising situations, etc.

Other: Please note, this story takes place at the beginning of Season Two and actually follows to the storyline. I thought it would be interesting to write from a different perspective of the main story and see what happened to one of our favorite characters while the others were off fighting the demodogs! Enjoy this and if you guys like this chapter, I’ll probably write more! <3 Also note that there is no planned amount of chapters for this yet. I will write this story until it just naturally folds up. So…look forward to MANY more to come!

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Chapter Three: King Me (Y/N POV)

The alarm sounding off on the bedside table began making its’ lovely racket around seven thirty am. For some ungodly reason, I’d left it set. Groaning, I reached out to slam my hand on top of the small device, eventually and ultimately silencing it. I felt...gross. My hair was sticking up randomly and I still had my Halloween costume on from the night before. Fuck. Not to mention a hangover that could end lives. Slowly, I sat up, blankets falling from my body, allowing me to stretch. No, no, no. This wasn’t how I’d wanted to wake up. Not like this. And then? It got worse.

Coming from the foot of the bed were the sounds of soft snores. I froze, mid-stretch, as I realized I wasn’t the only one in my room. What the hell? Slowly, carefully, I crept my way to the edge of the bed, peeking over and nearly losing my shit. Billy Hargove had made himself a pallet in my bedroom floor, using his jean jacket as a pillow and one of my spare blankets as his comforter. I considered him, even thought about rousing him to send him on his way. And then I realized...I didn’t really care. For some reason, a sleeping Billy didn’t really intimidate me, nor did he annoy me like this. It was almost as if I were looking at a cute, baby animal that was only adorable when it was asleep. When he was awake though? Dear fucking good. I sat like that for a good, solid minute...and eventually got up. It was shower time. Time to get the lingering smell of beer and sweat off of my body. And was that cologne? I shook my head and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind me.

“Jeeeez...” I groaned, taking one look at myself in the bathroom mirror and swiftly starting to undress.

The shower didn’t last long, but it was one of those showers that made you feel like a hundred bucks after you finished. My hair hung in wet ringlets down my back and a nice, soft towel was wrapped around my body. I took my time in the bathroom after the shower, choosing to lounge on the counter and contemplate the evening before. I was surprised I hadn’t heard from Nancy or Steve. Hopefully they’d managed to make amends. As for Jonathan? Last I recalled, he’d been talking to some girl from Kiss, then had disappeared. My memory was fuzzy, and all I could do was try to distract myself from thinking about what could have possibly happened between me and Billy. I reached up and wiped my face one last time, then stepped out of the bathroom and headed back to my room.

I walked in, and immediately was face to face with a shirtless Billy, standing upright and tossing the blanket he’d been using on my bed.

“JESUS!” I screamed, realizing he was shirtless and I was completely...clothes-less. Well, save for the towel, of course.

My hands clenched tightly to the towel, as if I was worried the thing would fall right from my body and expose me completely to him. He didn’t seem to mind the sight, though. He took a long minute to drink in every part of my body that he could, eyes hungrily roaming over my form.

“And you didn’t invite me?” he asked, a playful grin starting to form over his lips.

“Don’t start.” I advised him, moving past his body and towards my closet.

I did my best to pretend like he wasn't there...to pretend like I couldn’t feel his eyes on me. But it soon became too much, and I whirled around to glare at him.

“Do you mind?” I asked.

“I really don’t.” he replied, leaning against my bed and staring at me, “Like I said, should have invited me.”

“Either turn around or get out.” I said, pointing towards the door.

“Come on, Y/N. You kissed me last night. You can’t tell me you didn’t think about me in the shower, yeah? Or maybe in your dreams?”

I had turned around by that point, trying to busy myself with picking something out from my closet. It was then I started to become extremely aware of just how close he was to me now. He’d moved over, quietly...carefully. He was close enough that I could smell the lingering scents on him from last night. The booze, the cologne...him. All of it. I stood still, feeling him behind me. I didn’t mind it. In fact...I liked it. And the worst part was? He knew I liked it.

“I thought about you last night...” he breathed, one of his hands moving to reach and rest gently on my side.

“Dreamed about you, even...I dreamed about what it would be like to explore you. All the little sounds you’d make? Sweetheart...I bet you make the most beautiful noises.”

The game was still on. And I’d put my pieces on the chess board last night. And now? Now he knew I was in it to win. And so was he. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back a bit as his fingers danced over my towel.

“Trust me, Y/N. I’ve had my pick of ladies. But you? You’re different. And I can’t stay away from that. I don’t want to.” he breathed, the hot air washing over my bare skin.

I snapped myself out of the trance and turned around to face him, forcing his hand off of me gently. Slowly, carefully, I leaned up towards him, my lips lingering a few inches from his.

“Well then, I guess you better prepare yourself...” I said, looking him over.

And just as I was about to open my mouth to say something else, I heard it. The slamming of the front door downstairs. What the fuck?

“Y/N?! I’M HOME! ARE YOU STILL IN BED?!”

“Oh shit...” I whispered, Billy and I exchanging similar glances of fear.

Mom was home. She was EARLY?! I shoved him towards the window, not even thinking anymore.

“Get out. You have to get out now!” I whispered hurriedly, looking back towards my bedroom door, already sure I could hear the older woman ascending the stairs and making her way towards my room.

Billie grunted unhappily and looked out the window.

“That is a huge jump! Where the fuck am I even going to climb down?”

“Figure it out! Please!” I hissed, looking at him again...worry clear across my features.

“Shit.” he huffed, opening the window and immediately pushing himself out the side.

I watched to make sure he safely made it out and to the ground. He actually...landed quite gracefully. One might even wonder if he’d done this a time or two before. I tried to train my facial features, to keep myself from smiling in amusement at the thought. Then, shaking my head, I turned around and looked towards the bedroom door. Creaking open slowly, the door eventually gave way to my mom, who walked in looking as confused as ever.

“Are you okay? I thought I heard something fall or...shuffling or something?” she asked, looking me over with concern.

“I’m fine! You’re home early! I’m glad to see you! Did you have fun?”

Divert! Divert quickly! I moved over towards her and wrapped my arms around her. She’d always been my best friend, and while I was trying to appear as normal as possible, it was still nice to see her after such a...weird night.

“Who’s jacket is that?” she asked, causing me to break the hug and look to where she was pointing.

On the floor, Billy’s jacket laid...plain as day. I glanced hurriedly towards the window, then back to the floor. I wasted no time in grabbing up the garment and laying it carefully on the bed.

“It’s...uh...Steve’s. I was holding onto for Nancy yesterday when we all went to the movies. I just forgot to give it back to them. But I’ll see them Monday at school and bring it then.”

I smiled and she stared at me carefully. Was she buying it? If she wasn’t, she didn’t plan on letting on. Instead, Mom shrugged and turned around.

“Well, get dressed. I want to spend some time with you today before you run off to enjoy your weekend. Sound good?”

And she was gone. Seconds passed, turning into minutes...and I slowly turned to look back at the jacket on my bed. He’d left it here? Holy shit...I’d never seen him without the thing on. And, almost as if I was being controlled by an outside force, I found myself letting my towel fall to the floor...exposing me completely. I grazed my fingers over the leather jacket, relishing the feel of it. No doubt it had seen many sights...been many places. And now? It was in my possession. I pulled it up and without a second thought, wrapped myself up in it. Fuck. Billy Hargrove was winning the game. And I hated it. But I couldn’t resist. Besides, he just seemed to smell soooooo nice.

___

Monday eventually arrived with little to nothing happening. Billy hadn’t even tried to contact me, nor had he come back by my house to get his jacket back. I decided for the time being that I would leave it at home and go to school anyway. If I managed to run into him, I’d just let him know that I had it and that he could either come by and get it back...or I could just walk to his place and return it. I thought I’d heard him mention something about living nearby, anyway.

I slammed my locker shut as the first bell rang, only to nearly jump out of my skin at the sight of Carol standing there.

“Well, well...if it isn’t the little secret keeper herself!” exclaimed the other girl, grinning wickedly. “When were you going to tell me you were nailing Billy Hargrove?”

I wrinkled my nose and reached up to fix the lock on my locker. Then, I shouldered my backpack and started to walk away. Perhaps if I stayed silent, she wouldn’t ask any more questions.

“Oh come on, Y/N!” she cried, skipping after me and eventually linking her arm with mine.

“Everyone saw you leave Tina’s with him the other night, right? Where did you guys go? His place? Your place? You guys exclusive now or something?”

I stopped short and turned to face Carol.

“Carol, I’m not fucking Billy Hargrove. So you can stop stressing out about whether or not you still have a chance with him. Besides, don’t you have Tommy to deal with? Last time I checked you two hooked up at that stupid party too.”

Carol’s mouth fell open and I turned swiftly, leaving her there in her surprise. Fucking bitch. I turned the corner, heading towards Study Hall, only to THEN run smack dab into Nancy and Steve...who didn’t seem to be in much better moods than me.

“Well, if it isn’t my two favorite people in the whole wide world!” I said, trying to sound excited.

Nancy cast a quick smile towards me and Steve piped up.

“As long as you don’t think our friendship is bullshit...”

Both Nancy and I stopped and looked at him, blinking in surprise.

“Where is this coming from?” his girlfriend asked, furrowing her brows and stepping closer towards him.

I held a hand up.

“You know what? I love you guys...but I feel like there’s some stuff going on between the two of you that maybe I shouldn’t get involved in. Call me later, yeah?” I asked, looking between the two of them.

The good thing about being friends with both of them, was that I could talk to them both as much as I wanted...and as unguarded as I wanted as well. It was nice, honestly. But with all of this going on? Nowhere felt safe. It was either me being assaulted with questions about Billy and what had happened after we’d left the party together, or Nancy and Steve arguing. There was literally no escaping it. No...fuck it. I was actually going to do it. I was going to skip school today. Without a second thought, I turned heel and marched my way towards the double doors that led outside. Not today Satan. Not today.

And without looking back, I began walking off down the sidewalk towards my house. Luckily, Hawkins was a small town...and I could get away with such an act.

It didn’t take me long to trudge my way back to the house.The air today felt different. Something was off. Perhaps it was the cool weather FINALLY starting to set in for fall. Or maybe it was the way I felt every eye was on me. Something I did know? I knew I didn’t like it. I felt myself hurrying along until I nearly slammed into my front door, pushing it open and whirling around to shut it.

“Fuck...” I whispered, panting softly. I didn’t realize just how fast I had actually been moving...running.

I let the overwhelming sensation wash over me and eventually pass, allowing me to finally take the deep breath I’d been longing for for over an hour. What was going on? I glanced over towards the phone, knowing fully well there wasn’t really anyone I could call. No, I’d have to wait until the end of the day...maybe go see Nancy and tell her everything...if she didn’t hear it all first from Carol and Co.

___

Time passed slowly. I’d spent over an hour lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Another was spent cleaning up around my room...and then another was nearly spent staring at the jacket resting on the back of the chair against my vanity. I considered it carefully, contemplated on whether or not I wanted to take it back to its’ owner. Eventually, I relented...and got up. Grabbing up the jacket, I threw it over my shoulder and headed out. I’d walk to his place. Luckily, he lived close enough that it would probably only take about an hour or less to walk there.

I blew out a sigh, the sight of my breath rising in the air made me smile. Something about the cooler seasons always just felt more comforting than summer. Not to mention, you could always find a way to be comfortable in winter. During summer? Well...there was only so much someone could take off. I turned down the street and was just about to continue when I heard the squealing of tires. Turning again, I caught sight of a familiar vehicle. Carol and Co. Shit.

“Y/N!” Tina called, waving dramatically from the passenger window.

They pulled up next to me, a mischievous, all-knowing grin planted on each of their lips. It was almost like they were clones, the way they were staring at me. It frightened me.

“Why are you walking? You could have asked me for a ride home! Where were you third period?”

I opened my mouth to reply, only to be interrupted again by Carol. This time, she’d seen it. She’d finally seen the familiar jacket thrown over my shoulder...and that grin only grew.

“You do realize he took Christy home today, right? She was standing with him in the parking lot at school. Might want to wait a couple of hours before you head over to his place, if that’s where you’re going...anyway.”

For some reason, I felt disgusted. Anger and sickness rose and boiled within my stomach, causing me to feel gross. The thought of him having only been in my room, saying the things he’d said a couple of days before...and now taking Christy home? Well, it shouldn’t have bothered me. Not really.

“Heard from Tommy that he mentioned something about plenty of bitches in the sea this afternoon during basketball. Should probably not mess with him, if you’re looking for something long term.”

Carol said it in that tone of voice. You know the one...the one where they pretend to care about your well being, but they really don’t. Not really at all. I shook my head and waved.

“Thanks Carol, but I’m just returning it to him. Let me know if you want to go shopping or something later, yeah?”

Don’t act interested...and you won’t be interested. Right? She and Tina waved and drove off, cranking “Like a Virgin” as loudly as they could. Jesus. I glanced around briefly, as though I was worried someone else might pop out and find me here...or assume I was going exactly where I was going. Why was this so nerve wracking for me? I eventually stopped at a mailbox and read the numbers on it. Why bother when his car was clearly in the driveway? I took a step towards the door, then found myself pausing. What if Christy actually was in there with him? What if they were in the middle of something? My fingers clenched, gripping the leather jacket tightly. No, I had to return it.

Gaining my confidence...or pride...I marched up towards the door and rapped a couple of times, waiting for a response. A shuffling of footsteps and what sounded like something being put down sounded off before the door was open. And there he was, the devil himself, standing shirtless and looking down at me. The expression on his face went from annoyed, to surprised, to suddenly...something I’d not been expecting. Was it fear?

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder, then back to him.

“Here to bring you this back. Found it on my floor after you decided to fly out the window.” I said, managing a small smile, “Sorry if I bothered you, or interrupted something.”

“No, no...I just didn’t see you today. I didn’t expect you to be coming by.”

I opened my mouth to say something, when the sound of Christy’s voice sounded off from somewhere behind him and inside the house.

“Billy! We going to finish this shit or what?!” she called, clearly having no idea what was going on at the front door.

I glanced past him, then back to him and just shook my head.

“You’re clearly busy so...I’ll see you at school.”

The disappointment on my face was probably obvious. The anger? Well, that was probably even more obvious. I turned heel and began storming off. I heard Billy start to call out for me to wait, even close the door and run over to me.

“Y/N, we were just-”

“NO!” I snapped suddenly, turning back and pointing at him, “Don’t. You’ve made it very clear what type of person you are, and I should have known from the start.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” he roared, opening up his arms.

The display in the front yard would probably, eventually, catch the attention of neighbors...if anyone was home. But suddenly? I didn’t seem to care.

“I’m very serious!” I exclaimed, “Do what you need to do Billy. I don’t give a shit.”

“You’re ACTUALLY infuriating!”

“And you’re ACTUALLY a fucking beast.”

I heaved, nostrils flaring as I watched his face redden. He was angry too, just like me. And this was what worried me the most. Two hot personalities either got along splendidly...or they destroyed each other. And it seemed like we were going to destroy each other. So much for wishful thinking.

“Enjoy your time with Christy. I hope she satisfies you.”

I spoke the last sentence softly, then began heading off once more...leaving him there in the front yard. At least he’d gotten his jacket back, right? The whole way home, I grumbled and kicked what I could. A rock here, leaves there. I was angry. Shaking, even. How dare he say the things he said to me? Act the way he did? I knew what I was getting into though...I knew. Didn’t I? I pursed my lips and reached out to open our side door when I heard something rattling.

“What the hell?” I asked aloud, glancing around...and then towards the trashcans and boxes next to the garage wall.

Mom hadn’t gotten around to setting the cans out yet, and some old furniture and boxes were stacked haphazardly next to the waste bins. And yet...there it was again. The rattling. My heart began to beat rapidly as I considered the options. A rat? A bird? A snake, even? Yikes. But...curiosity consumed the cat, and I wanted to know just what sort of vermin I was dealing with. I grabbed up a nearby stick and reached out slowly, trying to lift the lid of the can. The second I touched it with the stick, the can gave a violent shake, causing me to jump backwards. I let out a scream and nearly tumbled over, before catching myself.

“Oh god...” I groaned, reaching again with the stick.

I had to find out before mom got home. What if she got home, went to investigate, and it hurt her? I couldn’t afford to let that happen. Okay, okay... I counted off in my head, and without another second to lose, I forced the lid upwards and let it fly. The metallic accessory landed with a clang, the sound reverberating off of the half filled garage and stayed there. The can stilled, forcing me to stare...and wait. I held the stick in my hand, the only weapon I had at that moment...and prepared. A bird would have flown away by now. A mouse would have begun scrambling. That just left one other option... Big yikes.

Slowly, carefully, I inched my way forward, my breath catching in my throat as I hovered over the can and looked down into it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Old food bags from the few nights prior, a few papers here and there...toilet roll cardboard. Nothing seemed different. I deflated, sure that maybe it was just a rat that had found another exit. And that was when it happened. I stood upright, ready to go grab the lid, when I heard something akin to a squeal. Not the sort of squeal you hear from a mouse, but something that didn’t belong...something I’d never heard before. I furrowed my brows and looked back in...and that was the final mistake. Out of the depths of the trashcan flew a creature so hideous, I thought it was something straight from my nightmares. Slimy residue from its’ body splashed on me and forced me to stumble and this time actually fall backwards.

The thing let out a tiny roar and launched at me. I let out a strangled cry and and tried to claw my way across the ground and away, only to eventually be consumed into darkness and stilled.

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Nefarious (Chapter Two)

Summary: Tina’s Halloween Bash is the most talked about party of the season! Getting “Sheet Faced” seems to be the “in” thing to do, and Y/N plans on doing just that. With her mom out of town for the weekend and Nancy and Steve finally convincing her to go with them (it really didn’t take much, since she’d already decided), it’s time to party. Only problem? Billy is probably going to be there...which means it’s likely to get heated.And what’s with all of the farmers complaining about their crops dying?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Y/N (Reader)

Word Count: 4,192 Words

Rating: 18+ (For the Future)

Warnings: Cussing, insinuation, angsty angst! Also, drinking, smoking, and some weird situations!

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Chapter Two: Let’s Get Sheet Faced (Y/N Perspective)

My fingers drifted over the various dresses, all hung up in a row. The thrift shop in town wasn’t exactly the most notable place to buy a costume from, but it was more likely to have something that the other girls wouldn’t be wearing. I could hear Steve and Nancy giggling in the next row of clothing. Jonathan moved over to stand next to me, pulling out a gaudy, silver dress that hung to his knees.

“What do you think?” he asked, grinning at me knowingly.

“I think you’d be the prettiest one there.” I replied, nodding at him.

He snorted and put the dress back on the rack. I pulled out a small, form fitting red dress and frowned. I put it back and promptly pulled out another, though this one was black and...quite shorter. But it was in my size. I paused, opening my mouth to ask Jonathan what he thought, only to catch him gazing over towards Steve and Nancy. My fingers clutched tightly to the dress and I moved over to close the gap between us, nudging him gently.

“Stop with the puppy dog eyes...” I warned him.

He shook his head and looked back at me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he replied, suddenly going on the defensive.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

I cleared my throat and turned on my heel. Heading off towards the dressing room, I couldn’t help but be partially relieved to leave Jonathan to his thoughts. The guy was hopelessly in love with Nancy, but Nancy was with Steve. Such was the circle of life. Jonathan wasn’t really hard on the eyes. I felt pity for him, in a way. If I hadn’t sworn off dating (for the most part), I probably would have taken a crack at him, myself.

“Y/N!”

Nancy’s voice rang out, just as I was about to close the door to the dressing room.

“What do you think?” she asked, holding up the white shirt and black skirt.

I shrugged and closed the door.

“Honestly Nance, you’d look good in a paper bag. That is perfect though. Try it on!” I called, starting to pull off my shirt and jeans.

The minute the dress was on, I sucked in a breath. Sleeveless and above the knees. That was extremely bold, even for me. But some tights and maybe even a small sweater as a fail safe would be perfect. Depending on how cold it would be tonight, anyway. I opened the door slowly. Nancy was spinning in front of Steve, laughing and Jonathan was pulling out a jean jacket similar to the one he already had on.

“What do you guys think? Too much?” I asked, cringing an d preparing.

Nancy sucked in a breath and Steve whistled.

“If I wasn’t a taken man, I’d have to hit on you, Y/N.” Steve said, grinning broadly.

“Be careful in that tonight. You might put a spell on someone.” he continued.

I pulled the pair of cat ears out of a bag from the other store we’d been to earlier today and put them on. Turning, I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head. This wasn’t something I would normally catch myself in, but for some reason it seemed like it was the right outfit for tonight. Why not, right? Mom wasn’t home and as long as I wore tights, I wouldn’t be too bad off. A short dress with tights was pretty safe, after all. A moment longer of staring at myself and I was back in the dressing room, rolling my eyes as I listened to Steve saying something and Nancy whispering. Poor Jonathan. He probably never even stood a chance. I considered asking him if I could ride with him to the party, but by the time I’d exited the dressing room, he was waving goodbye and fleeing faster than I’d ever seen anyone do so before. So much for that plan.

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Ten o’clock hit and by the time we were in the car and heading to Tina’s, I was already regretting this decision. Nancy and Steve had had some sort of argument beforehand, so the air in the car was so still, you could hear a mouse sneeze. I cleared my throat and looked in my compact one more time, just to make sure all of the makeup was just right. I had no idea why it was so important for me to look as good as I did, but I was trying. That’s what being in the King and Queen’s clique did to you. You worked your ass off to look like one of the best. As long as you looked like them, you were one of them. Right? My cat ears protruded from my done hair and I couldn’t help but grin wickedly. Okay, I looked pretty damn good. The dress fit like a glove and the tights were the perfect shade of black. And those boots I’d found? My god. Mom had been holding out on me. Then again, if she’d seen me like this, I would have been grounded so fast my head would have spun.

“Nancy...it’s going to be fine. You look fine...” came Steve’s voice from the front of the car.

“Let’s just get to this damn party and for ONE night...act like stupid teenagers, okay?” replied his girlfriend, shaking her head and looking as if she had no urge to be there at all.

Something had changed, and I couldn’t quite figure it out. But I didn’t really have time to dwell on that. That second, Steve was pulling up at Tina’s. And oh, what a sight the place already was. A few teens littered the lawn here and there. Most of them were in costume, and a few were well beyond drunk already. The lower crowd, I guessed. After all, no one from Carol or our crew arrived at a party earlier than ten. It was high school etiquette, or something stupid like that.I opened my door and waited not a second longer to get away from the quarreling couple. I just wanted to get some drinks in me and get some dancing done. Outside, a few guys were ushering people over to try their luck at a keg stand, and a couple of girls were standing close enough to watch, no doubt calling shots on who they would want to get their claws into by the end of the night. What a time to be alive! I opened the front door and scanned the crowd. People dancing, people laughing, and even more people gathered around a punch bowl, dipping their cups in and drinking heartily. Fuck.

“Y/N!”

I looked over and saw Carol skipping over, her tiny work out leotard revealing way more than I thought was even possible. Though, Carol didn’t seem to mind. She giggled and wiggled a little in front of a few guys before wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Come! You HAVE to try the punch!” she cried, dragging me along.

Ever since she and Tommy had broken up, she’d definitely become a more open young lady. She flirted with nearly everything that walked and called itself a male. Though, with the way she was treating me, I’d no doubt gotten away with my comment from earlier to Billy. Or maybe he just hadn’t gotten to her yet to spill the beans on what I actually thought about the girl.

“Here.” she said, smacking her gum and shoving a cup into my hands, “I love your costume by the way. Super cute.”

She winked and made her way off, flouncing the whole way as she walked. Fuck, if I leaned that way, I’d hit on Carol myself. I watched her a moment longer before taking a sip of the punch. It took ALL of my strength to not throw that drink away immediately. The punch was good, but the vodka was so prominent, I felt like I was inhaling gasoline in the process. It was just going to be one of those drinks where I drank carefully and tried not to enjoy it after a while. The more you drank, the more the vodka taste disappeared...and that was when it got dangerous. I took another sip and wasted no time hitting the dance floor. By then, Steve and Nancy had found their way inside and were standing near me, talking briefly. The one thing I had on both of them was that I was social enough to acclimate to a party almost immediately. Probably one of the few talents I had that would eventually be useful later on in life. Extremely social, as mom tended to call me.

“BILLY! BILLY! BILLY!”

I stopped dancing and moved to stand over near Nancy and Steve, looking towards the back door with them. The shouts only grew louder as a pack of guys moved in, one of them no doubt Billy, wearing a leather jacket and jeans...no shirt. I pursed my lips and knocked back the rest of the punch, wincing slightly at the burn as it moved down my throat. Of course he’d show up looking like that. A guy like that? He knew he looked good...and he owned it. Cheers rose from the crowd as they moved inside. Bodies became denser and the dancing picked up. Everyone was slowly making their way to buzzville.

“Got ourselves a new King of the Keg, Harrington!” Tommy called, clapping Billy on the shoulder as they stood directly in front of us.

I looked down at my cup and swirled the nonexistent, acting as though the males in front of me didn’t exist. Nancy scoffed, turned heel, and made her way off towards the kitchen. It was then I looked up and saw Steve looking after her, longing...or worried. I couldn’t tell which. Before Billy could step in front of him, I swallowed my pride and ran interference.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Some girl to be rubbing up on?” I asked, hand on my hip.

If Big Dick Energy had existed in this timeframe, it would have been used to perfectly describe the scene. Tommy seemed taken aback and began to laugh. Billy’s eyebrows shot way up as he realized just who he was looking at. It wasn’t long and those eyes were roaming over me again, drinking in every bit of my appearance. And for some reason, whether it was the drink making its’ way through my system or something else rising up within me, I didn’t seem to mind. I lifted my chin slightly, that defiant look coming across nice and clear. Steve took that moment to touch my shoulder and make his way off after Nancy. No doubt he’d be trying to puppy up to her or keep an eye on her drink intake. Nancy wasn’t my problem. These guys were...and I didn’t seem to mind standing up to them alone.

“Tommy, Carol’s over there. Maybe you should go pull her off of that guy and try to reconcile.” I said, nodding over towards the woman, now dancing on some guy from Junior Year.

Tommy’s face began to fume and he stormed off. Break up the couple, but you could never quite break up the feelings. That was the good thing about alcohol. I took one last look at Billy and turned heel. I wasn’t about to stick around and wait for him to make some comment about my outfit. The fact that I’d given in to the cat idea was already a strike against me, and he knew it. Nope. I wasn’t giving it to him.

“Cat Ears!” he called, apparently sticking with the nickname he’d called me earlier.

I shook my head and continued over to the punch bowl, dipping my cup in and taking a good chug from it. Fuck it, right? A second passed and there he was, leaning up against the counter and looking at me again.

“I told you you’d look good in them.” he said, nodding to the ears, then staring at me.

I tried to keep my gaze trained on his and NOT let it roam downwards towards his bare chest. The fact that it was peaking out from beneath the jacket was actually a sight. And the more I drank? The more I found myself liking it. And I didn’t like THAT. I swallowed a bit more of the drink and pointed at him.

“Don’t start. You could have the pick of the room. Anyone in here, you could torment. Instead, you’re actually going to choose me?” I asked, frowning.

He laughed and shook his head.

“Are you serious right now? You still sore about yesterday? All I did was ask if you wanted to explore a little.”

“You were cocky!”

“And you liked it.”

I wrinkled my nose. He knew how to argue...and that got under my skin in a way I couldn’t quite describe.

“I think you just like it when a girl gives you a challenge.” I retorted, turning and starting to walk off again, taking a long drink from my cup.

“Run kitten! Let’s see how far you get before you come back!”

I flipped him the bird over my shoulder, not even bothering to look back as I walked. The fuzzy feeling from the vodka was starting to take hold of me already. That’s how strong the drinks had been. I didn’t walk far and I nearly found myself slamming into Jonathan...who was not in costume.

“What in the hell?” I asked, looking him over.

“You realize this is a costume party, right?”

He grinned and shook his head. “I don’t come to parties, remember?”

“Well, you’re at this one.” I replied, shaking my drink a bit at him. “Want a taste?”

He took the cup from me and took a sip...and promptly began to cough. I laughed happily and took the Solo cup back from him.

“My god! What is that shit?” he asked, wincing as he forced the punch down.

“Something, something...pure fuel.”

He coughed more and I reached for his arm. A second of begging and he was convinced, being dragged over to the punch bowl. I didn’t expect him to drink much, if any...but it was still worth a shot, right? When in Rome, after all. We stood there for a while, people watching and cracking jokes at a few of the costumes that caught our eyes. Every so often, I caught him looking over towards Nancy and Steve and I shook my head.

“Jonathan. Go dance with another girl...it’ll make you feel better.” I said.

He let out a short laugh, but did nor said anything beyond that. He hated that I was right, but just couldn’t get past it. He probably never would. I shrugged my shoulders and patted him on the arm. I mentioned something about dancing, and was off in my slightly intoxicated state...off to find some poor soul to dance with my uncoordinated ass. I didn’t mind though. In this state? I could do anything. I could fly if I really wanted to. Holy shit, that vodka was strong.

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Another two hours passed and midnight had hit. The party was still raging, but it was at the point where one of two things was happening. People were either getting sick, or peaking at their “best” drunken state. I had most definitely...peaked. I was dancing with someone, who I didn’t even seem to know, and having a GREAT fucking time. I laughed and spun around, holding my cup in the air as I did so. Okay, so maybe I’d gone past the peaking point. But still, I couldn’t tell the difference. I distantly heard a familiar arguing duo and glanced up only briefly to see Nancy and Steve rushing out of the room and towards the bathroom. I half expected them to make up in there...and that was when I decided I needed air as well. Fuck it...it was stuffy.

“I need air!” I yelled over the music to the guy I was dancing with.

He understood, nodding curtly and reaching for my arm. Squeezing past the rocking bodies, we eventually made it outside and rounded the corner. It was much more private here...and I could finally catch my breath.

“Jesus...it’s ACTUALLY been a great party!” I panted, laughing again and reaching up to fix my cat ears.

“No doubt.” the guy replied, moving closer towards me, and eventually pinning me up against the wall.

He captured my lips in a rough kiss, bringing a grunt of surprise from me. It took a second for it all to register in my head. And the minute it did? I was reaching to try and push him off of me.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, grimacing, “I don’t-”

“Well, I thought you did...so...”

He tried to kiss me again and I turned my head away, shoving this time.

“I said STOP!”

I hardly had time to react before a fist was flying towards the guy, landing square in his temple. He fell backwards, slamming into the ground and yelping loudly. My eyes widened as I turned to see Billy standing there, fist withdrawing and chest heaving.

“Hey dickhead! Next time you put your hands on her, I’m going to make sure to BREAK your hands. Fucking hear me?” he asked, clearly seeing red.

The guy nodded his head fervently, scrambling to get up and run from the scene. I stood there, trying to calm my breathing...and take in the whole situation in my intoxicated state. I stared at Billy a bit longer, then began walking towards the front of the house.

“Cat Ears!” he yelled, the sound of jogging footsteps growing closer behind me.

“No.” I said, shaking my head.

“Y/N!”

I stopped dead and turned around. He moved closer and reached out for me.

“You’re drunk. You want a ride home or something?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Not from you.” I replied, stubborn as ever, “I can walk home.”

“I’m sober!” he exclaimed, the exasperation clear in his tone, “You need a ride home! You’re drunk and you can barely walk properly! What happens if someone jumps you? Kidnaps you?”

“Billy! Shut up. No one gets kidnapped in Hawkins, okay?”

I snorted and rolled my eyes after saying it, then began off again towards the cars. I heard the jingle of keys and the footsteps as he fell in step next to me.

“Y/N. Let me take you home, okay? I’ll drop you off and you won’t hear from me for the rest of the night? Not even at school, if I can help it. Okay?”

I paused and considered him, narrowing my gaze. It was then I realized...my only chance of a ride was gone anyway. Steve’s car was gone, as was Jonathan’s. What in the hell had happened between me leaving the party and walking up towards the front of the house? Holy shit. I sucked in a breath and considered my options. Fine. Fucking fine.

“Alright. But JUST this once.”

He grinned and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards his car. Everything seemed to blur as I walked. Maybe it was a good idea I was getting a ride, after all. And shit...he looked so good. No. Quit. Not this one. Not Billy. I glanced back towards the front of Tina’s house, only to catch Carol and Co standing outside, sharing a cigarette and laughing. Carol was the only one that seemed to be paying attention and the minute we locked eyes, I knew. Fuck. It was going to be everywhere. Everyone would know...Billy and I had left together. He closed the door for me on the passenger side and I sat back, waiting for him to get in as well.

“You okay?” he asked, getting in and firing up the engine to the Camaro.

I nodded again, glancing over towards him. I took in the sight, breath catching in my throat. There was something about Billy that no other guy seemed to have. It wasn’t the arrogance or devilishly handsome charm. No...there was something else there that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I hated that. Reading people was a skill of mine, and I just couldn’t seem to read this guy right off the bat. I hated it. He stared back at me, then grinned mischievously.

“She’s my baby, you know?” he asked, patting the dashboard before revving the engine again and taking off.

I held on to the side handle as he drove, taking directions from me the entire way. Billy didn’t drive with reckless abandon, but he did drive like he didn’t have a care in the world. That was...kind of attractive too. Fuck, I was drunk. And when we finally pulled up at my house, I could feel myself swirling even more into the uninhibited vortex,

“You’re not as much of an asshole as I thought, I guess.” I said as he helped me out of the car and up towards the front door of the house.

He laughed and opened the door for me after I unlocked it.

“I’m not always a dick to pretty girls.” he said, making his way through the dark house with me, “Which reminds me...you want me to leave you on the couch or in your room?”

I shrugged.

“Doesn’t fucking matter.”

He helped me up the stairs towards my room, snorting with laughter as we BOTH tripped on the last step up. I tugged him towards my bedroom and when we finally breached the threshold, he let go of me and stayed still.

“I want to make sure you sober up safely, okay?” he asked, pushing his hands into his jean pockets, “Mind if I use your couch for a few hours? I’ll be out before the sun comes up.”

“Don’t bother,” I replied, “Mom’s out of town. Sleep in if you want to.”

I pulled off my cat ears and began unhooking my dress. It was then I realized he was actually still standing there, staring in disbelief.

“You’re...”

“What? You’ve never seen a girl undress before?”

“You’re drunk...” he breathed.

“Yeah, you said that already.” I shot back, shrugging.

Something about this state was making me bold...too bold. I wasn’t sure how I liked it.But...I did. I stared at him and then...made my way over.

“I don’t like assholes...” I whispered, leaning in towards him, “But you’re trying to make me like you...aren’t you?”

It was as if it was some sort of conspiracy. Maybe he was working against me to try and prove me wrong. The game...this game. I had to win. I reached out, my hand planting firmly against his bare chest, fingernails digging into the skin slightly. Billy hissed in response, leaning back against the doorframe...not moving.

“Careful.” he breathed, staring down at me, “Be very careful.”

“No...you be careful.” I said, leaning up towards him.

Why be a king, when you could be a god? And who said God had to be a man? I was going to win this powerstruggle between the two of us. If it was the last thing I did, I was going to do SOMETHING to win over him. And for some reason? In my mind? This was the way to do it. That, and curiosity. My lips planted against his and I was overwhelmed. The smell of sweat, beer, and cologne intermingled between us and I couldn’t help myself. I kissed him harder, causing him to lurch slightly in surprise. But, he didn’t pull away. It felt like an eternity passed and his hands were suddenly on my hips, pulling me around and pressing me against the wall. Slowly, carefully, fingers trailed up along my sides, exploring every inch of me they could. It wasn’t long and one hand was in my hair, fingers tangling into my done locks. His other hand planted itself back on my side, holding me steady.

I kissed him hungrily, as if I was needy for it. I did need it. My arms wrapped around him, my own hands burying into his hair and tugging eventually. He groaned and let me pull his head back a bit. The grin on his face said it all. He liked it. Maybe I had won after all? And then it all stopped. He pulled away and shook his head slowly.

“You’re drunk. And I’m not doing this with you while you’re drunk and I’m sober. If I’m going to have you, it’s going to be a time I don’t want you to EVER forget.” he whispered, that stare nearly overwhelming me. Shit.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and pushed away from him, heading over towards my bed. Fuck changing. Fuck even making sure he found the couch or saw his way out. I just wanted to lie down and go to sleep. I’d kissed Billy Hargrove...and now I was never going to live it down.

“See you in the morning, Cat Ears...” his voice drawled out towards me as I drifted off.

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