[ 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍 & 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 ] ~ 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚡 𝙾𝙲

III - Leather

Rylie woke up with a groan, rolling over and hugging a pillow tight to her chest. She took a deep breath, snapping her eyes open at the familiar smell of Billy Hargrove. She looked around, eyes wide at the unrecognizable room. She saw the blond on the floor, drooling on a jacket he had under his head. She sat up, looking around further. She had all her clothes on so she took that as a good sign. The girl huffed, throwing the pillow she had been cuddling at him. Billy grunted, rolling over so he was facing the opposite direction she was in.

"Billy!" She whisper yelled, her voice was gravely. If she had been a little louder, it would've practically been a growl. He groaned, his eyes fluttering open as he turned his head to look at the girl. "Billy!" She repeated, a little louder this time.

"What's up, princess?" His voice was gruff.

"I told you to stop calling me that." She grumbled, swinging her legs over the side of his bed.

"Actually, you told me that you liked me calling you it, Princess." He smirked, his eyes half lidded. The blond watched with pride as Rylie's face lit up red.

"I do not." 

"Come on, Princess. We have school." He muttered, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. 

"I can't go to school in your car with my clothes from last night." She snapped back. 

"Why not?" He smirked, giving her a once over. 

"You know why, Hargrove."

"Fine. You can wear my clothes." Billy shrugged, walking over to his closet. He threw her a white t-shirt and his leather jacket from the previous night. 

She groaned, "I'm gonna go ask Ru for clothes."

"They won't fit you, Princess. She's smaller than you." He shook his head, smiling at her.

"Shit." Rylie looked down at the clothes in her lap. "Fine." She sighed, taking off her denim jacket and going to peel off her t-shirt from the night before.

"Woah-" Billy quickly turned around, looking at the wall.

"Damn, Cali. Didn't take you for the gentleman type." Rylie laughed and dropped her sweaty shirt on the floor, pulling the too-big one on. "I'm dressed now, you can turn around." 

Billy pulled a grey shirt on, along with his typical jean jacket. He ran a hand through his hair in the mirror, sighing. "Wait here." 

"Wh-" He slammed the door to his room shut, cutting her off. Rylie groaned, falling back on his bed. She looked around, studying the Metallica poster on his wall. 

The door creaked open, Russell coming in with a small smile. "Hey, Rylie. . .How you feeling?"

"Like shit. Where'd Billy go?"

"He's in the kitchen distracting our guardians." She nodded. "Oh! Uhm, here." Russell held out a hairbrush, makeup wipes and Tylenol to the blonde who graciously took both. She took the pill dry and rubbed at the fake blood that was still on her neck, the strange mixture coming off fairly easy.

"Thank fuck." Rylie smiled, pulling the brush through her hair and throwing it up in a high ponytail. 

"You okay with sneaking out?" Russell asked, tilting her head slightly. 

"Sure," Rylie shrugged, not bothering to question the why of the situation. Russell successfully got the blonde out of the front door without Neil or Sharron noticing, the two girls leaning on Billy's car. 

The red headed pre-teen that Rylie had seen climb out of the Camaro two days prior came out of the house, stomping over to the car and climbing in the back. "Well, she looks happy." The blonde joked, turning to look at Russell.