A broken town

Dirty white boy

{AN: Thank you for still reading, get ready for a whole lotta billy in this chapter ;)}


At this point. Marcus wanted to curl up into a ball, and die. Billy's words rung though his brain, and Marc tried to respond, but all he could come out with was "uh LooKiN GoOd" Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!. The pure...Amusement? that was on Billy's face really threw Marcus off track. Why wasn't he moving to go beat the shit out of him. Why hadn't he called him a slur or something.
All of a sudden Billy was walking over. He got real close, so close that Marc was practically folding backwards over his motorcycle. Jeez, this guy clearly didn't know what personal space was. "hmm! is that what ya think pretty boy. very poorly done though" Billy's face deadpanned "Don't be saying that shit in public." His voice was deep and husky. Marcus' brain was going wild. 

The little scene was broken up pretty quickly when Eddie chimed in, thank god. "Hey! whats going on?" And if Marcus' day could get any worse, Steve "the hair" Harrington was stood right beside his brother. He was really getting his fix of drama already. 

Billy Gave Steve a dirty look before turning to leave, Max already sitting in the passenger seat of his car, she looked extremely embarrassed. Eddie and Steve both stood dumbfounded, Marc let out a huff and straightened his jacket, acting as if he hadn't just had the biggest gay panic of his life. "Why was Billy getting so up close and personal?" Steve spoke, surprisingly, his voice wasn't as annoying as Marcus had remembered. He actually sounded genuine, which was super weird "I uh- i'm not too sure" Marc spoke, still in slight shock, Steve offered a small smile and Eddie patted his brother on the back "That's Billy for ya'" The eldest Munson chuckled and moved back, linking hands with Steve. "I will see you at home, Steve is coming round by the way." With that Eddie and his lover ran off.

Another deep breath and Marcus kicked the stand of his Bike, Riding off pretty quickly, He rode around for about an hour, before he ended up at lovers lake. He sat by the water, throwing pebbles, very poorly of course. He was still very overwhelmed with all the new people, Marc was so used to having infinite amounts of time to himself, he missed playing the piano, his still hadn't arrived yet though, which was a real shame, music was one of his only escapes, and it was especially effective when he was playing it.

After the short thinking time, Marcus climbed back on his bike, and drove off, Speeding through the back lanes at a pretty lethal speed, he needed to burn off the stress, this was his only way for now, however, this didn't last. 

Who knew a simple rock could change the course of one mans life.

His front tire hit, and the bike swerved to the left, dropping and sliding into a tree at the side of the road. Marc was knocked unconscious, and only woke when he heard the sound of a car skidding. It was Billy, he looked terrified. He knelt down and frantically asked if Marcus was okay. Of course he would be worried, he had just seen someone who looked dead on the side of the road. Marc's face had blood covering the left side, he couldn't see out of his left eye, and his ears were ringing. Next thing he heard was sirens.

~two days later~

Marcus had finally woken up, he panicked slightly when he realized where he was, however the sight of Eddie calmed him. His older brother was lent over the bed, his head in his arms, and one hand holding Marc's. His eyes were red and puffy, he had clearly been crying. Steve walked in and froze slightly, you could see the stress leave his body as he saw Marcus awake, A smile made it's way onto his features, and he walked over, placing a gentle hand on His boyfriend's shoulder, shaking it slightly. Eddie's head shot up and looked around, as soon as he realized that what he was seeing wasn't a dream he bombarded Marc in a hug, which hurt, a lot!. Marcus made a slight grunt as the pain in his ribs flared up. "i'm...s-sorry" Marc mumbled as Eddie pulled away, if Eddie was this worried, he couldn't imagine how his uncle Wayne would be. 

Just then, a memory popped into his head, Billy, Billy found him "billy...found me? is he okay?" Steve and Eddie shared a look before signalling to the far right corner of the room. There he was, a sleeping billy, slumped in a chair, he looked worried even in his sleep. However, the noise clearly woke him, he shifted around in his chair and the his eyes flicked open. Upon seeing Marc awake, he stood and hesitantly walked over. He gave this look to Steve and Eddie and they both left. This confused Marcus even more. "i thought you were dead at first... you need to be fucking careful on that thing, you could've died" He sounded annoyed but there was a hint of distress in his tone. Marc looked down as his bandaged covered hands, and a tear slipped down his cheek, it was all so much at once, he didn't mean to crash, he didn't mean to worry everyone. Shame filled him from head to toe; he let out a sob, and Billy's facial expression softened, he looked as if he wanted to do something, however, he simply stormed out. leaving a defeated Marcus lying there, stuck with his problems.

Around a week after he woke up, Marc was discharged. His injuries were going to be long term though, a glass shard had pierced through his eye which lead to it being taken out, this was the biggest shock to Marc, His hands were practically destroyed, they would take at least a month of physical therapy to be back to normal. He had a large gash across his chest which would leave a nasty scar. His biggest worry though, was Billy, he wanted to know that he was okay. That seeing someone almost die hadn't affected him too badly. In reality it didn't too much, Billy had seen creatures from some other world, he had seen countless people die, he almost did himself, so what he saw with Marc was nothing new.




{AN: Holy shit, that was difficulty to write, hopefully you like it though, haven't written this much in a while, 3 chapters in one day.}