Billy Showalter, he was sweet, kind, caring, all that shit. Yet he was quiet, having the new boy, or even have a boy crush on him surprised him.
Y/n L/n, he was a troublemaker in all of his old schools. Spray painting on walls, getting into fights, stealing, etc. His father, was a single dad. He was tired of the trouble his son had done and decided it was the best to move back to his hometown; Denver.
Y/N'S POV:
"How much longer dad?" I ask. "We're almost there kiddo." My dad replied.
•Flashback I guess?•
"Mr. L/N, your son has vandalized the school and has fought on school grounds. We've given him several chances, yet he prefers to waste them and skip his classes. He has been to almost half of the schools here, and the other half refuses to take in such a misbehaving boy. We're afraid Y/N L/N is expelled from this middle school.
-Sincerely, Principal Thompson."
"Y/n. Are you fucking serious right now?" My dad said.
"It's not my problem they can't take care of me." I muttered.
"This is fucking bullshit. YOU HEAR ME RIGHT NOW? I've been trying to keep you in this school for weeks, and you fucking blow it. You said you had stopped skipping classes! That's it. We're moving back to Denver. Go pack your shit." My dad said frustrated.
•Flashback ends here•
"Denver. Fucking Denver. This place is boring as shit. I'm pissed, left my friends, my old school for this place? Damn." I thought, staring out the window. "Y/n listen, I know Denver isn't what your used to but.., there's kids your age here. You'll fit right in, I met your mom here too." Your dad says, softly smiling. "I'll try to believe you." I say, smiling.
"Y/n! Help me with the boxes please!" My dad yelled.
"Yep I got them!" I yelled back.
-Timeskip cause I'm a lazy little shit-
Your sitting on your porch, reading some random comic you had. You thought everything was fine until you got hit in the face with a newspaper. "Ow! The hell-.." "Holy shit your pretty." You accidentally say out loud, covering your mouth.
BILLY'S POV:
"I was riding my bike, doing my usual routine, riding my bike delivering the papers. I had been a bit tired this morning, and threw the newspapers a bit to hard at our new neighbour. "Ow! The hell-... Holy shit your pretty." My face turned a bright red, "Oh uh.. thanks! Are you okay though? Your nose is bleeding." "Oh yeah totally, I'll be fine. I'm Y/n by the way. Y/n L/n." He put his hand out to shake mine. "I'm Billy Showalter, the paperboy." I said, shaking his hand with a small smile. "See you around Billy!" He said, running back into his house. "See ya Y/n!" I smile, waving.
Y/N'S POV:
"Who was that kiddo?" My dad asked chuckling. "The prettiest paperboy I've ever seen.." I said sighing with a small blush on my face.
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The Black Phone Oneshots
Random-Bruce Yamada -Vance Hopper -Finney Blake -Robin Arellano -Griffin Stagg -Billy Showalter There will be no NSFW, smut, stuff like that because all characters are minors. (It's like shitty bc it's my first time writing oneshots btw) Enjoy!
