[ 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍 & 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 ] ~ 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚡 𝙾𝙲

VIII - Lifeguard

Rylie rolled her eyes from the top of the lifeguard chair, leaning her head on her fist as she watched her boyfriend saunter out of the employee room with a cigarette between his lips. He loved the attention all the women gave him, everyone he passed watching the way he moved. The mothers especially, their eyes glued to him instead of making sure their children were okay. And Rylie knew it, just how much he enjoyed the attention, she liked it too. Not that all these random girls were checking out her boyfriend, but the knowledge that he only had eyes for her. It was comforting.

Billy stopped, blowing his lifeguard whistle. Unlike Rylie, he wasn't too busy staring to do his job. He blew the whistle again when the kid he was directing it at didn't stop running. Everyone stopped, all the attention moving to Billy. "Hey, lard-ass! No running on my watch! I gotta warn you again, and you're banned for life. You wanna be banned for life, lard-ass?" The kid shook his head nervously, standing in place watching Billy from across the pool. "Didn't think so." He blew the whistle again, allowing for everyone to go back to what they were doing. The kid walked in the original direction he was headed, too scared of Billy to run any more. "Afternoon, ladies." Billy told the group of four mothers as he passed them. 

"Afternoon, Billy." They replied in unison, their voices pitched up and seductive. . .or at least, trying to be.

"Dig the new suit, Mrs. Wheeler." He nodded, passing by the woman.

"Thank you." She smiled, biting her lip. 

Billy pushed his sunglasses up, coming to a stop at his girlfriends' legs. He looked up at her, his chest laid against her shins. "Hey, Princess." He brought his hands up, resting the palms on her knees and splaying his fingers along her lower thighs.

Rylie clicked her tongue, grinning as she leaned forward onto the elbows that she had rested against her legs, just above Billy's hands. "You know, Cali, if you like Mrs. Wheeler's new swim-suit so much, maybe you should be calling her 'Princess' instead."

"Someone jealous?" Billy smirked, bringing a hand up to rest on the side of Rylie's face. He brushed his thumb against a bruise that was rested gently under her eye. She had tripped the other day, falling and hitting her cheek against her knee. Billy had a good laugh about it, until he realized she was actually hurt and not just being dramatic. 

"Of Mrs. Wheeler? Never." The blonde shook her head, the ponytail that held her hair up swaying with the movement.

"If you say so, Princess." He grinned. 

"You know, if Mike's mom doesn't stop checking you out, I might have to kick her ass." Rylie quipped, looking over at the woman who was staring at Billy's back.

"Mmmm, that'd be hot." Billy cooed, winking at her. 

"Would it be? Seeing me get thrown in jail for kicking the shit out of a forty year old woman?" Rylie quirked a brow with a slight frown, thinking it over. "Yeah, that'd be kinda hot. You should get thrown in jail." She decided, tapping her boyfriend on the nose. 

"Oh, really now? Would you bail me out, Princess?"

"In your wildest dreams, Cali." She grinned. "Now, if your pretty blue eyes are going to be staring at me all day instead of watching the pool, maybe you can go get me a Sprite." Billy's eyes crinkled as his lips curved upward, crossing his arms over Rylie's knees and leaning his chin onto them.

"Princess, no food or drink in the pool area. I might just have to throw you out." 

"Or you could just call Hop. I'm sure he'd love to throw me in jail." Rylie shrugged, rolling her eyes as she caught the same kid Billy was previously yelling at running once again. She slipped her silver whistle into her mouth, blowing hard into it. "Hey! Kid! Stop running!"