𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑬 - Billy Hargrove [1]

FIFTEEN

FIFTEEN|MOVIE NIGHT

Bernadette ran her fingers through her long brown hair, untangling the locks as she paced around her bedroom. She wanted everything to be perfect and clean before Billy arrived, not wanting him to judge her for being messy.

The roar of a familiar engine sped into the large driveway, Birdie diving down the stairs in hopes of avoiding her brother the entire night. She threw open the front door, coming face to face with a grinning Billy, the bruises on his cheeks almost fully healed.

"Come on in." She led him through the large house and up the stairs, dragging him into her bedroom.

Billy took time to admire her choice of decor, smirking at the mixture of fairy lights and rock metal band posters that covered her walls. He paused at her nightstand, noticing a framed photo of the pair from the Christmas Dance.

"What movie do you want to watch first?" Birdie glanced over her shoulder at him, gesturing to the large shelf of video tapes her father had bought her from over the years. "Scary or romantic or a comedy?"

"Poltergeist?" He suggested, pulling the tape off the shelf. Birdie placed the video into the large television before nervously turning around, not expecting to ever spend an evening curled up in bed with Billy watching movies.

Billy removed his shoes and coat, sliding into bed beside her as the movie began to play. He wrapped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closely into his bruised side.

They watched the movie in silence, Birdie hiding her face in his chest every time she got scared of a scene. Billy chuckled to himself, loving the sense of protecting her.

Bernadette took her time finding a second movie, debating whether she wanted another horror movie or a comedy to calm her racing heart. She glanced over her shoulder at Billy, noticing him fiddling with some scrap paper he had found on her desk. A smile graced her lips, never before had she seen Billy so innocent and childlike.

She placed another horror movie into the VHS player, wanting to spend more time cuddled into his chest. She slipped back under the covers, his arm wrapping around her and pulling her close to his side.

"What are you making?" Birdie mumbled quietly, looking up at the silent boy. Her eyes moved down to the paper ring her held between his fingers. "You made that?"

"My mother taught me." Billy avoided her stare as he passed her the small ring, concentrating on the movie playing in the background.

"You're so cute." She mused, taking the ring from him and slipping it on her forth finger on her right hand.

"No I'm not." He grumbled, glaring at her as she sent him a teasing look. Billy grabbed her waist, throwing her down on the bed as he hovered over her. "Take it back."

"Never." She squeaked, laughing loudly as he tickled her sides. "No, stop, please."

"Take it back." His nose nuzzled her neck, startling her as he smirked victoriously. He looked down at her, raising a brow as he waiting for her to answer.

"Okay, I take it back." Birdie laughed, pushing her hands against his chest. "You're not cute, you're a macho man."

"Good girl." Billy rolled off her, leaning back against the pillows to watch the movie. His smirk grew as she stared at him with shock, hoping his moves would have brought a different ending.

"Are you seriously going to do all that and not fuck me?" She sat up in shock, crossing her hands over her chest as she pursed her lips.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't ever be able to call me cute again." He watched as her cheeks flushed bright red, mouth falling slightly open and eyes widening. "But first, you can learn your lesson."

The pair went silent, Billy watching the movie while Birdie sat in a huff, spending more time staring at the gorgeous boy beside her than paying attention to the movie. He grabbed her chin, turning her head to watch the movie.

"Billy." Birdie said quietly, cuddling back into his side as she realised this was the first time he had mentioned his mother to her. "Can you tell me about your mother?"

"There's nothing to tell." He shrugged off her  question. "She left me with my father when I was young."

"Yet you remember her enough to remember how to make paper rings." She paused, looking up at the boy sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry. Ignore me."

"She used to take me to surfing lessons." Billy revealed, his hold on her body tightening slightly as he spoke. "I think it was to get away from my father but it was our way of bonding."

"Thank you for opening up to me." Birdie kissed the corner of his lips before resting her head on his shoulder.