- Stacy Harrington -
Song: Concussion by Girlhouse
I knock on his door and I hear some rustling around and talking before Steve opens it.
"Hey, what's up?" He asks, kind if like I'm disrupting him from something.
"What are you doing?" I ask. I try to peek past him and into his room but fail and he sighs. He opens it and Dustin Henderson, (yes, the middle schooler he is always around), is sitting on Steve's floor with a board game in front of him. I sigh. "You're so strange" I mumble to Steve and he rolls his eyes.
"Do you need something?" He asks, annoyed and bored of my teasing. I look away from Dustin and look back to Steve.
"Um" I stutter. Maybe I shouldn't have this conversation with Steve when Dustin is here. "Its fine i'll tell you later" I say.
"No its fine, pretend I'm not here" Dustin says and he looks back down to his board game and plays around with it, pretending like he's not going to eaves drop. Steve looks at me and raises his eyebrows.
"I just wanted to say" I struggle to say my words for some reason. I know exactly what Steve is going to say; "that Hargrove kid is such an asshole, I don't want you around him. You promised." Or something along those lines, maybe even worse.
I swallow my words, deciding to think a little more on what to say before I talk to him. "Never mind, have fun with your board game" I tease and Steve rolls his eyes at me.
"Okay bye" he says before closing the door on me. I sigh in defeat as I make my way to my room to think back on my life choices that got me here. What has me practically begging on my knees to be with Billy Hargrove?
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Holding his hand, Billy and I walk down a trail in the woods. It's somewhere private and secretive so that people don't see and go back running to Steve about how we're hanging out again. Or whatever we are doing.
"One day we can do this in public" I say and I look over to Billy who is smiling at the thought. He looks at me and I can tell I'm not going to like what he is going to say.
"Well if you told your brother we could" he says.
I sigh. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to bring it up."
"You say this;" he changes his tone to mock me. "Stevey, I'm fucking Hargrove again whether you like it or not. Suck my dick!!"
I burst out laughing at his suggestion. "Maybe say it a little nicer" I comment.
"If you say it nice, he's not going to agree" he says. "You got to say it firm."
I'm still smiling because he is being absolutely ridiculous. "Right, as if I'm not going to talk to my brother in a way he would understand. He will think you're forcing me."
"Do you want him to be okay with us?"
"Yes but-"
"Okay then I'm not forcing you" he shrugs. I stop and grab both of Billy's hands. I look him in the eyes, hoping that I will get to him this way.
"Billy" I start.
"Stacey" he says and smiles, making me smile at the way he says my name. I quickly straighten my face to continue.
"If you want this, you have to let me do it my way."
He sighs, wanting to argue but then refrains himself. "Okay, gorgeous."
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- Billy Hargrove -
Fuck that shit.
While sneaking around is thrilling and all, I know Stacey won't be somewhat calm until her brother is fine with this whole situation.
So I find myself climbing onto the Harrington roof once again, only this time on the other side of the house where Steve's room is. It is late at night, yet his room light is still on.
Honestly, I can't believe I'm doing this. This girl seriously has me so attached that I'm asking her brother for permission. Well, not necessarily permission, should I say. More like to calm down so I can kiss her in public. Claim her as mine.
I knock on the window and Steve opens the blinds, and a mix of anger and confusion runs across his face. He opens his window just enough to speak through it but not enough for me to get in.
"What do you want, Hargrove?" I smile as I make him frustrated.
"Its about Stacey" I start and his face goes stern.
"Stay away from her, end of discussion." He goes to close the window but I pull it up, preventing him from closing it.
"Let me in, Harrington. Pretty please?"
"No."
"Its important." I say and he rolls his eyes. I see its a thing in their family to constantly roll your eyes. After thinking for a second he pulls up the window.
I step in and stand in front of Steve. I realize now I didn't think this through. What am I supposed to say? I mean I know what I'm supposed to say, but how do I say it? I sound like a fucking middle schooler right now, getting all worked up over a girl. But this girl is special. So she's worth it.
He raises his eyebrows at me expectantly. "What's so important?" He shrugs off in annoyance.
"Stacey" I say and he still keeps the same expression. "Why won't you let me see her, Harrington?"
"Do you need me to spell it out for you?" He says obviously. No, I do not need him to spell it out for me.
"I understand I'm a bad influence and blah blah blah" I start but realize this isn't helping my case, and I go serious. "Look I really care about her. She makes me happy and I make her happy. I need her and she needs me."
"She doesn't need you, Hargrove" he snaps.
"But what if she wants me?" He sighs at my argument and runs his hand through his hair. "Have you ever thought what she wants? Don't you want her to be happy?"
"Of course I do, but" he starts and scoffs "why does it have to be you?"
I shrug as I smile. "I'm just special."
I get another eye roll and then he looks at me. "So what are you trying to ask for?"
I look down at my feet. I have never once put myself into this situation. Am I really going to ask.... am I really going to do this? I'm not usually very committal but if I'm this invested in this girl, I should show it.
"I'm asking to date your sister, Harrington."
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