Runaway ~ (Completed) ✅ ~

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(y/n) - your name

(y/b) - your birthday

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(y/n) sighs as she lays on the floor of her living room, her books, notes and other school junk littered around her as the music deafened her. She sat up and drank her favourite alcohol, the familiar burn running through her body that makes her shudder. She looks at the clear liquid that could accidentally be mistaken for water if not for the anesthetic smell, setting the bottle down having enough of drinking her liver to ruins.

Was she in a mood? Was she pissed off and annoyed?

(y/n) would say that she couldn't give a single fuck that Billy hadn't talked to her for days now. Her drinking every now and then was the usual but the fact that she had only taken a few sips and was already done? The fact that she didn't drink half the bottle and left the rest for another dark night? That was unusual. She went to grab some chips, needing to snack on something.

Billy hadn't spoken or even looked at (y/n) for days, and didn't acknowledge her at all in the halls. I mean, (y/n) didn't care. She knew he had his life and she had his and if he didn't want to speak to her, that was fine. Why would anyone waste their time with her? She wasn't worth it. She wouldn't talk to him or annoy him if he didn't want to speak to her first.

It's always been like that, letting people go knowing they wanted nothing to do with you so that's what (y/n) did. She let him go.

At least Steve was there to occupy her time. He had taken every chance to spend time with (y/n), to get to know her better and take her to arcades or late-night movie marathons. The two had hit it off quite well and surprisingly, Steve didn't think much about Nancy. He didn't even notice that she was still gone with Jonathan. He just loved going out with (y/n) and breaking her out of her introverted shell with random activities after school or on the weekends.

(y/n) trudged upstairs to her room, jumping on her bed face first. Being bored was an understatement. She should be sleeping since it was the middle of the night but who could've guessed, she couldn't.

Maybe it was the alcohol in her system but she turned on her back, closing her eyes and softly humming out to the music that was playing around her deliriously. In her hazed state, (y/n) didn't hear the quiet pings of pebbles hitting against her bedroom window until she swore she heard her name being called out. She sat up, looking around until she got up to look out her window.

"Billy?" There he stood below her and next to the tree, (y/n) opening her window to talk to him. "What is it now Billy?"

"Can I come up?" (y/n) thought over it for a second, shrugging and keeping her window unlocked which Billy took as a sign that he could come up. He climbed the tree and crawled through (y/n)'s window as she frowned at him, noticing the fresh batch of bruises and cuts.

"Again Billy?" he winces as he closes the window, his chest thumping in pain.

"Yeah..." and just like that, the animosity between the two dissolved as (y/n) patched Billy up like before, his shirt off and laying on the floor as he sat on her bed while she cleaned him up.

"You need to stop getting into fights like this." (y/n) mumbles out and Billy smiles warmly as she circled around him to put the gauze on his chest a couple of times. He thought this was cute, staring down at her as she bit her bottom lip in concentration to clip the gauze in place.

"I know..." Billy mutters out as he lays back down on (y/n)'s bed as per her order, watching her clean up her stuff and put it away before turning the music on her radio low. "Why are you still up?"