====================================Mitch's eyes fluttered opened, her face immediately cringing at the pain in her head.
She looked around, it had to still be night time, no sunlight peaking through the window.
She groaned, feeling nauseous. She immediately sat up, ready to run to the toilet.
As she moved her feet off of the bed, she stopped herself from hitting the floor.
She stared, seeing Billy, sleeping on the floor with a pillow.
She tried to remember last night, most of it after her one sided argument with Johnathan being all a blur.
She quickly walked quietly around Billy, going to the bathroom. She quickly got to the toilet, throwing up all the vodka from the night before.
Suddenly she heard footsteps and went into panic mode thinking it was her mom.
Billy then made himself shown as he walked into the bathroom. "You good man?" He asked her.
She fell to the side of the toilet, leaning her head on the wall behind her. "What the fuck happening last night?"
"Well- to sum it up, you went to the party. Got drunk. Went home. Drunk." Billy stated.
She sighed, "I'm never drinking vodka again."
"I hope you don't for your sake." Billy chuckled, "Never have i seen a person so affected by alcohol in their life."
She let out a amused breath, Billy sitting down across from her.
She looked at him, "You brought me home?"
"Yep." Billy nodded, "If it bothered you that I stayed here, sorry- kinda fell asleep before I thought about if it was wrong."
She let out a laugh, him smiling. "Thank you for basically being my babysitter last night. I know it's not how you wanted to spend your first party at Hawkins."
"Eh. Gotta admit. Being at a party with a drunk Michelle is better than you think." Billy replied. "And it was nice having a reason to get away from all the idiots here."
"Tommy." She stated.
"Oh the biggest idiot of all." Billy scoffed, "What's with that guy?"
"I don't know." She laughed.
She looked at him, smiling lightly, "Am I gonna regret becoming friends with you?" She asked.
He raised his eyebrows, and shrugged his shoulders. "Probably." He answered honestly.
They both smiled in amusement at this. "Sounds about right." Mitch said.
Suddenly the door open. Dustin glared at the two sleepily, "If you don't want mom to hear him, maybe you shouldn't be so loud. Dipshits."
He then closed the bathroom door, going back to bed. Mitch and Billy looked at each other, before giggling.
Mitch giggled until she cringed, "Ugh I'm gonna throw up again."
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Mitch put her shirt on, fixing her hair and then putting her shoes on.
"Hey sweetie I did you're laundry." Her mom came in, "It's a bit chilly today so maybe you wanna wear that new leather jacket you got, huh? It's a real nice one."
Mitch looked at her confused as her mom left. Mitch looked at her laundry, seeing Billy's jacket. she then remembered that he had offered it too her at the party.
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