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

028 ➶ A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes

A/N: Evie's out of the hospital trying to heal and the problems aren't over just yet. Prom looms in the distance and Max sees something that'll change the course. TW: student/teacher abuse, depression, and mental illness.

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   Evie played. Strumming until her fingers ached. Singing idle lyrics as they came to her. Mona took all the pins out of her walls so she taped her noted lyrics back up in order. Hoping for inspiration. Hoping to plunge in and feel nothing else.

"Evie," Mona knocked, pushing the door open that she'd pried the lock off of with an old screwdriver. Looked like an animal clawed it apart. Evie didn't falter. Plucking strings. Legs crossed on her bed as she faced away. Partially tilted to the window. "Billy's here. Sounds like he'll be around late too. Freddy and I have a late meeting. About the shop. We'll be home later. Need anything?"

Curls shook out. Mona lingered there hoping Evie would look at her and sagged, hands clasping. She sighed and gestured for Billy.

"There's some fruit salad in the fridge," Mona beamed, summoning her usual pep. "You two behave now."

"Thanks, Miss Mona," Billy waited in the doorway when Evie didn't turn, trapped in an endless melody. "That's a new one." The front door locked so he shifted. First time seeing the full aftermath of her bare room. Looked especially dreary without Blue wandering. "Eves."

One palm slapped the strings to quiet them abruptly. Evie turned with haunted eyes. Makeup wiped clean away. Something ashen in the expression.

"Fruit salad sounds good. She only uses the good stuff. No cantaloupe," she said, rising to set her guitar aside with a sweater dress tipping off one shoulder.

Billy's stomach rumbled in response.

"Sounds like a yes." Evie slipped to pass him, hand tugging him by the belt. She lingered only to slip it from the first loop. Empty and flirtatious. Lips twitching but the expression didn't seem any less grey. She got two forks and the bowl. "I want to watch a movie. Something kinda gory. Can you grab my copy of Suspiria?"

Wordless, Billy obliged and came into the living room. Noticed that Evie instead sat on the rug between the couch and coffee table. Nestled herself by dragging a fuzzy blanket down. Billy didn't comment and joined her after putting the movie in. They fed each other dripping fruits. Strawberries, mangoes, cherries. The good stuff as she put it.

Evie put half the blanket around his shoulders so they shared it. Settled into him. One palm on his thigh to heat the denim. Billy gave a little sigh in response, eyes on the screen when she kissed his neck. Fingers curled to slip the leather of his belt open. Billy's arm tightened around her shoulders.

"You smell good." She uttered. Tiny. Nuzzling into him just to be more present. Drinking more and more of Billy down. Evie buzzed. Felt like her fingers and toes were numb. She fumbled for a zipper when Billy snatched her hand.

"Hey." He turned to find her eyes. Still shaky and aroused. Evie slipped her hand from his. Placed her palm on his chest, under the open button-down to feel him. Pulsing. Hot. "You gotta give me something, Evie."

"I was just about to," she purred up at him. Harrowing music and technicolor on screen. It played on her supple cheeks. Billy's lip twitched before he shook his head.

"You haven't come back from that hospital," he began, "I know they got you on something. And whatever happened before it, I-"

"Didn't really look at the bottle," she pushed her head under his chin. "Only know that it makes me not feel like myself. It makes me not feel much of anything."