Bill Skarsgård Imagines { Ongoing }

𝐲𝐚𝐲𝐨

summary: in which; you show kindness to Roman's sister and he shows his appreciation.

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YAYO. Cocaine. Her.

Roman couldn't get the girl out of his head, his slim fingers gripping onto his fourth cigarette in the past 15 minutes, taking a long drag before he blew it out, his focus on the green house outside his window. He couldn't get his mind to go anywhere else, except for the girl he saw in the ice cream shop, long hair cascading down her back, a black dress adorned on the curves of her body as she leaned on the counter, waiting for the sundae she ordered.

The dress came down to her thighs, her legs adjourned in black thigh high socks and a pair of black boots, her long, pink fingernails tapping on the wood. His eyes focused on the way her ass stuck out as she leaned over, letting out a quiet groan to himself, curious to know what she tasted like. He watched as she took a seat at the table with her cone, her tongue kitten licking at the vanilla ice cream. Her attention turned towards him when he crushed his cone in his hand, the ice cream melting and dripping down his arm, onto the floor and the table.

She let out a giggle and turned back towards her ice cream, Roman letting out a groan and storming out of the shop, leaving the mess for someone else to clean up. And now he's at home, going through this pack of cigarettes like it's nothing. He wanted to see her again, but how could he find her? He didn't know her name, didn't know where she lived—though he's sure he could find out easily. He only hoped that she was attending his high school.

Roman woke at the crack of dawn the next morning, making sure to do a line of coke before he left his house—dressed in black jeans, a black shirt, and his brown jacket. Climbing into his red Jaguar XK 150, he pulled out of his driveway and headed towards the dreadful place called school, pulling into the front of the building and parking on the side of the street. He dares someone to tow his car.

She woke up an hour before she had to leave, the image of the tall boy crushing his ice cream cone unable to leave her head. She pulled on a black skirt to her mid thighs, sliding her stockings up her legs and fastening up her boots. She paired it with a black, ripped band t-shirt, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She wasn't much for makeup, so she applied just a bit of blush and some dark red lipstick—topping her eyes off with a bit of mascara. "Bye mom!"

She walked out of her house and put her headphones in her ears, turning her alternative music playlist on full volume as she walked towards her new school, only living a few blocks away. The walk was shorter than she thought, and as soon as the large school came into view, she found herself starstruck—she didn't realize how huge it was. She pulled her earbuds from her ears and shoved them into her jacket pocket, walking up the large steps and looking around the grass, couples and groups scattered all across the lawn.

Roman was leaning on the railing, a cigarette between his lips as he watched her strut up the stairs, his knuckles white as he gripped the metal he was leaning on. She noticed his eyes and gave him a smile, her hair flipping over her shoulder as she turned straight and walked into the building, straight to the main office. "Can I help you, dear?" An older lady smiled warmly at her, and she just smiled back.

        "Today is my first day and I was needing to get my schedule." She leaned on the desk, her backpack dropping to her feet on the floor. The elderly woman held up her finger and turned to dig around the paperwork after being told her name, handing it to her with a smile.