This Means War // Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘

VALENTINES DAY.

Keeping your distance had gotten easier over the month that passed. You focused on your classes, knowing graduation would be coming quickly for you and wanting to make sure you actually got out of the hell hole that was Hawkins High.

Richard and you had gotten closer as well, though you made sure he knew it was strictly as friends. You didn't know if he actually understood it, but he was decent company - something you sorely were lacking. 

Nancy was busy with Jonathan all the time, though when she saw you with Dick, she grilled you about whether or not he was the mystery guy. It certainly was a lot better for you than the truth, so you neither confirmed nor denied it, letting her believe it was him so she'd get off your back about it. If she knew it was Billy instead, well... You'd get a lecture you still weren't ready for.

It helped that you were helping Richard study as well, since he was failing two of his classes. It kept you busy and occupied so you didn't pine for something that never was.

Still, in quiet moments, you found yourself letting your mind wander with delicious memories of your nights shared with the blonde. The way he'd made you feel was incomparable and a part deep within you yearned for more of it... Not that you were willing to let it win and seek out what you wanted.

Valentine's Day was like a kick in the teeth though. The realisation of how desperately alone you were washed over you like a tidal wave, reminding you of how everyone else always seemed to get it better than you. 

Your parents were out at dinner, Mike was at El's and Nancy - obviously - was with Jonathan. You were babysitting your little sister Holly, but she was terrible company since she was already in bed come nine o'clock. 

Luckily your mom had taken pity on you and left some wine and money for pizza on the side, even getting a few of your favorite horrors in to keep you occupied - though she'd stressed she didn't know how you could bare to watch them on your own.

So you settle down in your pajamas in the living room and put on Nightmare on Elm Street after switching off the lights and ordering your pizza. The blanket you put over yourself offers some warmth but the wine offers more as you sip your way through the most part of a glass.

The doorbell rings and you breathe a sigh of relief at your pizza having finally arrived, hitting pause on the video tape and setting your drink down to go answer the door, cash in hand. 

"Thanks, man, bye." Billy says, swaying as he holds your pizza with one hand and waves the pizza guy off with the other as you open the door.

"What the fuck?" You ask, perplexed by his presence and offended that he had taken your pizza. You were starving. But it was all forgotten when he turns around, a dopey grin on his lips as glazed eyes drink you in. God, he looked good. "Evenin', ma'am. Got your pizza."

He extends it out to you, feet shuffling as he tries to keep his balance. Yikes. He was drunk. Drunker than you remember ever seeing him. 

"Jesus, how much have you had to drink?" You huff as you take the steaming box from his hands, propping the door open further to show you didn't mind him coming inside. Something that would likely end up as a mistake, but you couldn't exactly leave him out there like that, let alone allow him to get back in his car in that state. 

He slinks past you into your entryway, taking off his jacket and looking around at the room for an awkwardly long amount of time. "I really like your house. I ever tell you that?" He ponders aloud, slackened mouth grinning at you once more as he looks at you again. You close the door behind you and head back into the living room, brows furrowed in confusion and lips locked against whatever words you had for him.