Runaway ~ (Completed) ✅ ~

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(y/n) - your name

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"Ugh, what time is it?" (Y/n) groans as she wakes up, sitting up on her bed and rubbing her eyes. She looks around and sees that it was bright in her room, indicating it was well past midday. "Thank god today's a Saturday and not a school day..." she rubs her head, looking around expecting to see Billy, swearing he stayed over last night after he helped her in her drunken state but he was gone.

Why would he stay anyway?

(Y/n) sighs and gets up, grabbing a new toothbrush and chucking out the old one from last night She freshened up and showered, going down to the kitchen and opening up a couple of windows. She decided to make some tea after, clear her head and sit outside on the swinging porch.

Billy saw (y/n) sit outside in the sun from his bedroom window, turning down his music and putting down his weights. He had stayed home to keep an eye on (y/n), make sure she wasn't drinking again. Also, he just didn't want to go to the mall with the so-called 'friends' that followed him around like a leach. He saw (y/n) start reading a book but she just shuts it after a few minutes and headed back inside.

(Y/n) didn't want to read, she didn't want to do anything but if she didn't, her house would be a pigsty. So she put on some music on her radio, it blasting as she started doing some cleaning. She needed to clean Billy's clothes that were bloodstained first, hoping a smile wash of water and detergent might get the stain out or she had to bleach it. She didn't want to ruin Billy's denim jacket. It was a nice jacket, almost similar to the dark blue one she owned and left in her wardrobe to never be worn again. She didn't really have a reason to wear it out yet is all.

After putting up the wet clothes on the hanger out in her backyard, hers that went through the washer and Billy's she hand-washed, she went to clean up the house. Vacuuming the carpet, cleaning her sofas and her room, rearranging her belongings and dusting her shelves. She went to the spare guest bedroom she didn't use, peeking in to see that it was still clean from the first time she bought the house but gave the carpet a quick vacuum and spritz the air after leaving the door open.

She went to clean the kitchen, her living room and the bathrooms before she called the mechanic to fix her car. She waited by an open window in the living room, working on her resume for work. Why do it later when she was about to graduate. She had to pay off university fees one way or another.

Billy was outside his house, working on his car and sprucing up his baby as he heard a car drive over to (y/n)'s place. He rolled out from under his car and wiped the oil off his face, seeing some man start inspecting her car.

"You've got to be shitting me right?" (Y/n) gasps out and Billy raises a brow at her annoyed expression.

"Afraid so ma'am. This car has more than one issue which needs to be fixed. That's the lowest I'm charging for you."

"$1200!? That can't be right!" Billy scoffed and walked across the street.

"What's the problem here?"

"There's no problem son. Best you run along now-"

"-don't fucking call me son." Billy hissed as he grabbed the mechanics' collar.

"Billy." (Y/n) hissed lowly and he looks at her to see her glaring at him and he puts the mechanic down. "Thank you for your help sir but the price is too much. I won't be needed your service today."

"Ungrateful shits..." the mechanic mumbles out as he gets in his car and drives off, Billy having to use every ounce of willpower to not grab him and clock him in the face.