Addicted (Billy Hargrove)

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- Stacy Harrington -

Song: Dreams by Fleetwood Mac

After taking a quick shower, I change into some random band t-shirt at the top of my drawer and throw on some baggy shorts. I messily brush my hair before heading downstairs to grab some breakfast.

"So he didn't take the offer? Why would he not take the offer?"

I go downstairs to shockingly find my parents home after their trip to Canada for their work. My father owns some big marketing agency and my mother follows him around, being there for him as well as being his assistant. They're out almost all the time on business trips, so I barely see them now a days. Not that I mind.

"This is bullshit!!" My father shouts into the phone, and I see my mother shake her head as she cleans the dishes. My dad looks up from his shoes and he sees me and he calms his voice down. "Just... call me later." He hangs the phone back onto the wall and he looks at me. "Hey, darling" he says, motioning for me to come over to him. I go over and give him a side hug. I walk over to my mom who smiles as she pulls me into a hug.

"How was your week?" She asks as she turns to continue doing the dishes.

"Pretty good" I reply. "Easy homework."

"I'm glad sweetie" she says as she finishes washing the last dish and she dries her hands. I look back over to my father who is rubbing his temple. I walk over to the pantry and pull out some oatmeal. I pour some milk with it in a bowl and bring it over to our new microwave oven. I grab the honey and stand there as I wait for the oatmeal to cook.

"I mean seriously, Carol. We have so much to offer and they say no?" My dad may think he is being quiet but I can hear every word he says.

"Quiet, Tod." My mom replies. "Is it really that big of a deal? I mean we already have so many loyal clients-"

"Yes, yes it is!" He shouts and I sigh, knowing this is going to be an issue I will have to deal with for the remainder of the time they're here.

The microwave beeps and I pull the oatmeal out before drizzling a little too much honey on top. I grab a spoon out of the drawer before heading upstairs, the sound of my parents continuing to argue fade as I make my way to my room.

I turn on my radio and Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison starts to play. I listen to it as I eat my oatmeal. I look around my room, remembering and going over last night in my head.

Steve almost caught Billy in my room. That cannot happen. In fact, that can never happen again in general. Even though Billy is charming and inarguably very hot, he's an asshole who just wants to get in my pants again. Steve is right. He needs to stay away. He can not sneak back in here and I will not let him in if he tries....

Maybe.

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Throughout the whole day, Billy kept making eye contact with me. I kept avoiding him, though, and I honestly kind of feel bad about it. I'm doing what Steve would want me to do. I have already broken my promise without his knowledge and I don't need to do it anymore. So as much as I feel horrible for giving Billy the cold shoulder, I feel even worse for lying to Steve. We tell each other practically everything so I can't stand it. The final bell rings and I head out into the parking lot, hop onto Darla.

"Hey Stacy" I hear my name being called out and I turn my head towards Tina, who is standing with Gracie and Laurie.

"Yeah?"

"We're heading out to get milkshakes and hang out. Wanna come?"

I used to be friends with them a year or two ago but lets just say there was some drama that caused us to drift apart. Everything is fine now, we just aren't as close anymore. So I decide that this would be a good thing for me to do.

"Sure, where should I meet you all?"

"Shake Shack. See you there!" They all get into Tina's car and drive away. A moment after them I drive off in the direction of a sweet milkshake and hopefully some fun times with friends.

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"Where have you been?" I walk into the house and my father is standing in the hallway.

"I went out with Tina and the girls" I reply, anxiety flooding through me.

"And you didn't think to tell me?"

"I didn't think you would mind-"

"We are your parents. Of course we mind!!"

My mom stands next to him with a concerned look on her face. "You should have just told us. Its okay-"

"It's not okay" my father says. "What child are you raising, Carol?" My mom stares at him for a moment, thinking of opening her mouth for a moment but I speak up first.

"Its barely 9 o'clock!! And mom did not do anything wr-" I start to defend her but my dad yells.

"I don't want to hear it!"

I scoff at him and march upstairs. I clean myself up before opening up my homework, finishing up a couple pages before deciding to call it a night.

I'm done with today.

But I can't sleep. I struggle to fall asleep because of how I feel. Dad thinks he knows best. He always does. 

But he's unreasonable and cannot take responsibility for his own actions.

But it is what it is.

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Hey y'all!! Don't we love dads??? 😍😍

-Liz <3