April 8th 1985
"Good morning~" Billy rasped into your skin as he littered a few more bites onto your chest when your eyes flutttered open. On weekends, it was surprising how fast your boyfriend woke up ready for action. This left you with barley any time to ask your question.
"Billy? What are you-" His hand clasped over your mouth as he suddenly latched onto your nipple and rolled it inbetween his teeth. "Your mom is still home princess, be quiet."
You muttered into his hands letting out a gentle moan as he lapped over the erect bud. "I know you have that interview today, I want you to have a reminder of me." He removed his hand as he trailed back up your neck. "And you couldn't have just kissed me?" You questioned, watching his sly smile as he looked at the red spots he had left.
"Nope."
You rolled your eyes and sat up, looking down to see the havoc on your chest. "Jesus Billy it looks like I had an allergic reaction!" You said, running your hands over them as blood pulsed to the wounds.
Apparently he had been up perfecting this masterpiece for quite a while.
"What time is it?" You asked, trying to look at your clock only to be tugged back down by the boy as he peppered your face with kisses. "Don't worry babe, I won't let you be late for your interview at 'ESPRIT'." He mocked the fancy name in a grumble, listening to your chuckle as your arms wrapped around the back of his neck.
"You better not, I don't want to not have a job because of you." You warned, listening to him scoff before he pressed a kiss to your lips. "Like I would let that happen."
You raised a brow, "You mean like when we were late for Mrs. Clicks class because you were busy making out with me in the hallway?" Billy flashed you a proud smirk, "You really enjoyed that session if I remember correctly." Your cheeks turned pink as you sent him a look, crossing your arms over your chest as he hovered above you.
"That's not the point."
Billy chuckled and kissed you once more, relaxing in the way your fingers tangled in his hair when he slid his tongue past your teeth. Your breaths grew heavy, every movement you made was reciprocated by Billy as you rolled him onto his back.
The scruff on his upper lip tickled against your skin as his lips moved down your neck while his hands cleared the way past your hair. Small hums of pleasure left your chest, eyes fluttering as his hot breath cascaded over your skin like a whisper. Billys hands roamed down your back, pressing you further onto him with a low groan.
Over the course of those few days, that one word had been circling Billys mind like a tornado every time he even thought of you. Love. He hadn't experienced love for anyone but his mother. Of course, this was different...this was a new type of love, one that he never thought existed or cared about until now.
You enamored him in every way. The way you instinctively smiled when you saw him, how your fingers would tug at his shirt or jacket just to get him that inch closer to you, not to mention your trust in him. Everything about you made him fall deeper into the thought every day.
Unfortunately, when he was home one night on one of his conversation-rehersals that he had with himself, he failed to hear the red-headed girl standing outside his door as he paced around. Through the thin wood, she heard his confession and cheered so loud that he had heard her, only to barge out and confront her.
Max had sworn she wouldn't say a word, seeing as her brother would rip off her head if she did. She had to admit though, it was hard not to tell you, especially when she knew her brother was lacking the gumption to do so himself.
