Just Out Of Reach • Billy Hargrove x Reader

Unusual

When you woke you found yourself back in that bad dream you thought was over. The room you were once in is now covered in the vines you long forgot about. You hear a distant roaring looking around to see what was making it. The windows were smashed and the driveway was visible you get out of bed and look out. Squinting your eyes you see a giant spider like monster in the distance getting closer. The big monster making long strides towards you rapidly approaching. Instead of being paralyzed from fear you quickly run to the living room looking around for anything to protect yourself. Nothing was there just a dissolute slimy room you hide behind the ripped up couch and bring your knees to your chest. Tightly closing your eyes you hope and pray to wake up hearing it get closer and closer. Gasping for air you sit up feeling a cold sweat cover your back looking around the familiar room. You look to your left seeing Billy looking at you prepping himself up with his elbow. "Are you okay?" he looks at you with concern it was a relief from the slimy hellscape you were just in. "I just had a dream that's all..." laying back down you rub your face feeling his hand wrap around your wrist. He pulls your hand away from your face "you were seizing" you turn to lay on your side facing him. "I'm fine really" you put your free hand on top of his hand that was holding your wrist.

Billy shakes his head letting go of your wrist and lays on his back. You remove your hand from resting on top of his and stare at him. He still is in his calm state it makes you wonder how long it would last. You hear your cassette still playing "(Don't fear) The Reaper" by Blue Öyster Cult plays through the entire room. You sit up and grab his wrist that was resting over his eyes pulling it towards you. "Come baby, take my hand" you sing along to the song smiling as Billy opens his eyes to look over at you. "Dont fear the reaper" you crawl on top of him straddling him as the sun flows through cracks in the blinds. "What are you doing?" he places his free hand on your waist a slight smile on his face. "Baby take my hand" you slide your hand up from his wrist and intertwine your fingers with his. You reach out your free hand to his face lightly trailing your fingers across his cheek. This moment felt real like a connection was there like you weren't just another girl he invited into his bed. You stop singing the music felt like it faded into the backgrounded as lay on his chest. It was perfect just you, him, and the music from your cassette. The perfect moment was ruined by this loud munching noises "what is that?" you sit up. "Just ignore it" Billy moves his hand from your waist to your neck pulling down your neck to his face. "Seriously i think someone's here" you look at the door trying to figure out what was happening. "It's probably just Max and her stupid friends forget about it." You want to forget about it but something in your gut told you to check it out. You slip out of his loose grip going over to the door gingerly opening it. No one was there but the munching sound was and very much near by. You step out looking around on high alert for anything that could jump out at you. As you near the kitchen the munching got louder a squeaking noise added to the mix. You open turn the corner to kitchen expecting to see something anything but nothing was there. You decide to open some cabinets but the only thing you found was glasses and food. As you're about to give up you open the cabinet under the sink as your final hurrah. To your horror a rat the size of a baseball was munching on a bottle of cleaning supplies. You let out a shrill scream watching it run out of cupboard onto the kitchen floor quickly getting on top of the counter. Billy runs into the room his eyes scanning the kitchen for any kind of trouble. "What!? what is it!?" he shouts looking down at the floor seeing the rat quickly grabbing a broom leaning on the wall. He hits the rat with no hesitation it squeaks and limps as Billy opens the back door sweeping him onto the grass. "There" he shuts the door leaning the broom back against the wall going over to you. "It was eating cleaning supplies what kinda rat does that!?" you point to the open cabinet a bottle now leaking a gooey green liquid. "Ignore it" he grabs your waist pulling you towards himself "it's gone now about to die sooner or later."