December 15th 1984
"Hey (Y/n), you're looking pretty hot tonight and I was thinkin we should, ya know, keep doing this...I know you feel it too babe." Billy talked with himself in the mirror of his car, winking at himself when he finished adjusting his hair.
The usual leather jacket, button up, jean, and boot combo adorned his figure. This time however, his shirt was blood red as he was very pertinent on making an impression.
He had been through the same speech a thousand times, but with each rehersal something would change and he would instantly lose track of the main point of the topic. Billy tapped his thumbs on the wheel, pulling onto Elm and realizing just how nervous he was.
It was 5:45, 15 minutes early just as he had promised when he rolled into your driveway. Putting his car in park, he double-checked his appearance, adjusting any little things that might have been even the slightest bit out of place.
"Don't stress, who could say no to you?" He smiled at himself with another wink and stepped out of the car. Taking his stride up to your porch, Billy knocked on the door, leaning against the frame and expecting you to answer.
It took him by surprise however when your mother was the one who opened the door, a shocked look on her face as she encountered him. "Oh! Billy, didn't expect to see you here. Does
(Y/n) know you're coming?" Billy nodded with a grin, "She should."
Your mom furrowed her brows a bit before she connected the dots, a large smile growing on her face as she now had dirt on you to use to her advantage. "Alright then, she should be down in a minute. I am heading off to work, it was nice to see you."
She opened the door for him and closed it behind her as she headed off to work. Billy took a stroll around the bottom floor, grabbing a few pretzels before getting bored and making his way up to your room.
Once there, he gently knocked, listening to the sound of your voice ring through the air. "Mom? I thought you already-" You swung to door open and froze, your face feeling like it was on fire the longer you looked at the boy infront of you.
While he was much less expressive about it externally, Billy felt everything he had rehearsed for hours on end slip away as if he hadn't known them at all. You weren't in anything special, maybe it was just the circumstance that made the room feel warmer or the electricity seem to spark.
"Billy...." You glanced over to the clock in your room and felt a small smile come to your face. "...you're early." He smirked down at you and leaned against the door, "I said I would be, didn't I?"
You nodded and nudged your head, allowing him to enter your slight mess of a room. "Sorry, it isn't usually like this. I just had a hard time firguring out what to wear." You hung up a shirt and put it back, watching as he looked closer at every item that was laying around.
"You look perfect either way doll." Billy chimed while he sat down on your bed and grabbed at a lump under his back. Once he pulled it out, he chuckled, "You wear these for everyone?"
Your head whipped around, seeing a pair of your nice underwear in Billys hands as he craned his neck back to look at your expression. "AH! Don't look at those you perv!" You shouted, lunging over and smacking his shoulder as the grabbed the garment and threw them into your closet.
"And for your information, no, I don't wear those anyone actually." You said, calming your heart as you took a seat beside him. This was already going splendidly, you couldn't wait for him to never want to talk to you again after this.
How fun...
You rubbed your eyes and sighed, to nervous to fuck up anything more by even moving. Your fears were alleviated when Billys hand ran up your back, the tips of his fingers slightly scratching over the fabric in a soothing motion.
