Who Says Three is a Crowd? (Under Construction)

Honesty

Your heart was pounding as Billy took off flying down the road. "Billy! Pull over, now!" you yelled at him. "No can do, sweetheart. I think we need to talk." he said grinning wildly.

He was swerving on the road. "Billy, you're drunk! You're gonna get us killed!" you shouted at him. He laughed maniacally. "I would never hurt you." he said curving hard to the right hitting a curb while trying to reach for a cigarette.

"We can talk. Okay? We can talk, just pull over." you said softly, trying a different approach. "I want you to admit it!" he shouted looking over at you. "Admit what?" you questioned. "Admit you still have feelings for me." he said looking at you, a smile playing on his lips.

"Billy, this isn't funny!" you yelled. "Then be honest with me. Be honest with yourself!" He sped up. "Billy!" you screamed and grabbed the wheel jerking it to the right as he drifted into the other lane where a car was heading towards you. "Jesus Christ!!" you yelled. "Woooo" he cheered shaking his head.

"Pull over!" "Say it!" "Fuck, Billy! Yes! Okay? Yes, I still care about you. And, yes, ever since you popped up on my fucking doorstep, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you! Is that what you want to hear?!" you shouted at him. He pulled the car over.

You leaned your head against the head rest, closing your eyes, breathing heavily. "God damn it, Billy." He leaned over and his lips were on yours. You pushed him off roughly. "Fuck you!" you spit before grabbing him and pulling him back to you, your lips crashing together feverishly.

His hand came to your face, yours wrapped in his hair gripping tightly. Your mouths working together just like they used to. It was a familiar kiss but there was something different as well. Something desperate. Billy pulled your body into him.

You brought your arms around his neck clinging to him. Your tongues swirled together. The taste of him reminding you of home. You never wanted it to end. He pulled away, his lips resting against yours.

"Y/n, I love you." he whispered, his lips tickling yours. "Stop talking." you said pressing your lips against his again. He pressed his body against yours forcing you backwards in the seat and your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. His hand gripped your thigh as he continued to kiss you.

His mouth went to your neck and you moaned. "Billy.." He kissed your neck again before coming back up to kiss along your jaw. He kissed your cheek then your forehead before landing on your lips once more.

"I missed you." he breathed, looking into your eyes, "I really fucking missed you." "I missed you, too." you said softly, cupping his cheek in your hand. "But we have to go back, Billy. I have to go home." you said rubbing your thumb along his cheek.

He nodded at you and planted a gentle kiss on your lips before getting out of the drivers seat. You slid over and started the car. You took a second to breathe. You tried to compose yourself. What were you going to say to Eddie? What did this mean? What have I done?