The weekend- FF Billy Hargrove

Prologue

Y/n L/n and Billy Hargrove have an unconventional relationship. He's got a girl that he's obviously not loyal to, she's his sneaky link, she's head over heels over him and he simply doesn't give a fuck about her.

It was sad thinking about it, but she didn't mind. She had him all to herself on weekends, late, cold, lonely nights where he would come over, they would fuck and right after, he would be on his way back to his girl.

She had him for about an hour or two because he would never stay after. Maybe to smoke a cigarette or two out the window, but never too long so no one would get suspicious, but it was enough for her.

She knew how bad it was, how selfish it was. That her, as a woman, would mess with another girl's man. Still, she couldn't help but keep it that way, give him what he wanted, whenever he wanted, because she wanted to. It made her feel good, the tiny crumb of attention he would give her, in secret, though he did not associate with her in any way in public. These two were never caught interacting in any way, yet they had the wildest time together. Together in her room, in her one bedroom apartment.

Every time he left, she would stay in her room, alone and cold, with the smell of his cologne lingering long after he left, she never bothered to open the windows after his departure, she loved his scent. Always looking forward to his return. She couldn't love anyone more than she did him, yes he was mean and cold, only wanted her for once thing and basically using her, but she loved it, she needed it.

She would lay awake at night, writing songs about him, singing about her love for him. One thing he was good for, was the inspiration he brought her. She was basically considered a musical genius by the people in Hawkins, only because he lit something in her, that could only be expressed through art.