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

026 ➶ She's So Lucky, She's a Star

A/N: Hey all!! I really appreciate all the love for me and for Evie. Thanks for reading. We're closing in on the end of this story in a few chapters, I did have a 3rd arc/sequel planned but I'm not in the space to be writing it just yet after so many issues posting in this fandom. But, you never know, I love this couple. Evie wakes up in the hospital and big truths come to light.

TW: Hospitals, talk of pica, trauma, past sexual abuse, and something close to self harm that goes horribly wrong.

*I humbly ask for any interaction on this fic, it would really mean so much. Votes, recs, and comments on any of my chapters means the world to this writer and you can find me on tiktok at Hunnybee038. Please feel free to chat or ask any questions about my stories too! I'm a small author here but I really want to spread my stories better. It's been a struggle.

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   A beat plucked and pounded. Evie lifted her head and saw the sky there. Crystal clear summer blue. Bright rays warming her cheeks. She felt her feet move along a sidewalk. Steam rising from sewer grates in a graceful billow. The beat moved her along until she was dancing. Fire hydrants burst to rain down, casting technicolor rainbows into the sunlight.

Free like her favorite Cyndi Lauper video, Evie let herself go. Red skirts whirled out as she followed her rhythm with that beat. Colorful city streets. Evie twirled. Kicked and splashed through puddles. Plastered smiling faces joined her. She plucked up her tulle skirts and laughed. Curls bounced as she bounded along, arms out to spin again and the sun snuffed.

A slower beat reeled forth and she was standing upon a stage. The velvet lounge she sang at. Blue stage lights washed her expression and Evie came down to the mic Iris was setting up for her.

"Sing, baby."

An audience of smoke and silhouettes looked upon her there like she was a star. Twinkly. Magnificent. Dying.

Iris smiled and floated off stage. Music piled around that beat that was following her. Sultry. Evie gave this inhale to find her first note, head tilting back to roll while she felt the swell of sound.

The lights unfurled again as she looked back. Dizzying colors bloomed. The stage became a set. Lacquer steps beneath her. Monochromatic in reds and blush tones. Cameras lined at the ready to film. Music prickled again to vibrate this opulent world. Handsome princes in tuxedos with matching smiles moved around her in sync.

Evie, dripping and decorated in diamonds, moved with them. Flirting as she was caressed. Her ultimate Madonna fantasy. Coveted and graceful. Manic, she grinned brighter with them. Every choreographed move calculated to the letter. They carried her around, danced about her playfully.

Minx. Nymph. Sweet Evie. One lucky star.

She beckoned and they followed down to the main floor. Plucking her up so Evie could glide. Petals totally opened. Beginning to fall and tumble. The boy next to her turned, flashing the same mechanical grin.

"Billy?" Evie blinked several times. Music skidded, scratching the record before it picked up without error. She put her hand in Billy's on cue. Steps hitting all their marks.

Evie wondered what Marilyn Monroe was thinking in her last moments. Slipping away and numbed in those cool sheets. Maybe knowing the world treated her as a brainless product and not a heart and soul with talent you could never hope to package and sell. Just meaningless lights on a screen to be processed. She was real and the world can't handle real. We auction off our pretty parts in meager portions and stomach a pain in that we could never hope to portray.