sins of my youth. // Billy Hargrove x oc !plus size

018 ➶ The Neon Demon

A/N: Things culminate between these two at a big house party. Evie digs into a side of herself she buried away, unsure which face is real. Billy tries to make amends as they try to touch some common ground. TW: Drinking, marijuana use, and vomiting. ** Thanks and chat with me if you like it!!

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   Birds chirped over the rose trellises beyond the window.

Evie shifted over. Heard an alarm going off she hadn't set and moaned. Threw herself over to smack it. Vaguely hungover, she lifted up. Hand sinking out aimless toward Billy's frame and...

"Hmmm." She rubbed her eyes and pushed up. Expected the warmth of a boy she still felt in her sore bones. In her marrow.

The night reeled back. Crystal clear. The worship of flesh. Cartoon hearts bursting vibrant colors to rain down. Flames that became little kisses upon silk skin.

One arm brought the blanket up to her bare chest. An odd shame of being naked alone in an empty bed crept. Evie looked around and didn't see his clothing. Didn't see any trace of him. Tried not to sink.

She'd hoped to see him nude and draped in a sheet. Glowy and beautiful like Cupid himself. Sleeping sound because she was with him. Her stunning Eros with kiss-stained lips and deft fingers. Careful enough to pluck stars down and rearrange them.

"Billy?" Evie swallowed. She shuffled up and pulled some clothing on. Felt her skin crawl to an edge when the door got banged on.

"Okay, lovebirds, I know you heard the alarm! We can't be late!" Heather had a sly smile when Evie swung the door back. "Looks like someone had a Happy Birthday."

Confused lashes batted.

"Did...Did Billy leave?" Evie loathed how insecure she sounded. Heather's smile fell.

"Oh? Ah, he probably ran home to get his shit, you know? Pick up Max. Tommy and Carol left too. Steve's getting up now. I'll just take you to school." Heather bit her lip. "So...how'd it go?"

Evie felt the luna moths flutter at that. Had to look aside. It was perfect, she wanted to say.

"Thanks...for looking out. You and Carol, I assume."

"Guilty." Heather grinned. "C'mon, clean up and get ready! I'll make some toast downstairs."

Evie nodded, clearly distracted. Billy's just getting ready elsewhere. He'll roll up to her locker all cheeky and sly. Kiss her better. Kiss her in front of all of them without a care and all her fears will fade away. Lost in the wind. And Billy will make those obscene comments that melt rose petals in her cheeks.

So, she floated. Remembered his voice in her ear and his lips. All over. Those eyes intent and drinking her down. Hands. Hands. Hands.

Splitting from Heather, she perked to see above the crowd for a flash of gold curls. Feather wings and a glittering halo. Wished for a reviving kiss. She craved it. She craved him. And there was nothing.

Evie lingered at her locker. Tried to hear the roar of a Camaro above student chatter. They all looked at her like they knew. Knew all her dirty secrets and what they cost. Unsettled, Evie went to first period.

She managed to twitch smiles at Tommy and Carol's suggestive looks. They seemed genuinely happy for her. Carol chewed her pen and quirked her brow. Tried to ask wordlessly how it was. How Billy explored her skin to map it. How he prayed softly between her thighs. How he moaned her name and filled her soul with him.

Evie pressed her lips wider in response. Shrugged. Tommy peered at his girlfriend. Noted something was off.

And Billy never showed up to school.