duvet| stu m. & billy l. [finished]

self help

content warning : fighting, mentions of suicide(threats, etc), arguing (ig), selfharm

3RD PERSON

You put on a zip up jacket with your outfit, before walking back in your room seeing Stu and no Billy.

"Where'd Billy go?" You said as Stu walked closer to your figure.

"Sidney got attacked last night and she wanted comfort." He said sitting down on your bed. Your smile fell at the words she was attacked and not murdered. But you quickly regained your smile before Stu noticed.

"Oh she did?" You said faking a frown as you took your pills out of your draw and took them with a sip of water.

Stu tilted his head to the side. "What are those for?"

You glanced up at him before answering. "Just for my allergies," You said smiling at him. He only nodded.

"So, hows it going since you know uhm, Tilda died?" He asked making you sigh sitting down on your bed.

"Not that good, her rooms just here now. Its cold and empty and sad. So I just go straight to my room." You said avoiding his gaze that stayed on your figure as you fiddled with your zipper.

He didn't know how much of an awkward topic this was for you did he?

"Oh. Let me take you to school." He asked but it was more demanding.

You looked up. "Okay." You said grabbing his hand that was held out for you.

He took you out onto your balcony and walked down the stairs leading to the private patio for you and your friends.

You walked with him, your hands linked together still. You rocking them back in forth every so often. He finally led you to the front of your house. He started fake panting.

"That walk was so long, how do you sneak out?" He asked pausing between his words to keep up with his act.

"I don't go that way, I go out the front door." You deadpanned.

His eyes widened as his mouth hung open. "You go out the front door?" You nodded. "This whole time we could've went out the front door?" You nodded once again-dead-panning.

"Y/n your going to be the death of me."

You only laughed and got into his car. As he got in the drivers seat. He started driving and turned on the radio.

Some song was playing but all you could pay attention to was the over flowing amounts of news fans and cops.

"Is Billy okay?" You asked Stu he turned to look at you.

"I don't know." He said shrugging grabbing his bag along with yours. Shutting his door with a move of his elbow.

He tossed you your bag, before you put it around your shoulder.