Billy Hargrove - Pool Party

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Female reader x Billy Hargrove

You are Tommy H.'s twin sister.

He's only older by a few minutes.

Your parents were leaving for their 1-month summer vacation in 2 hours.

You never really talked to people.

Not your parents, not Tommy, just yourself and your pet coyote, Lucifer.

Whenever anyone asked about Lucifer, you just said he was a type of husky.

You sat in your room reading for 2 hours.

"Bye!" your parents called.

The moment they closed the door, you heard their car drive away.

It was almost midnight when you went to bed.

You woke up really early.

At 6:00 a.m., Tommy and his best friend, Billy came into your room.

You had been up for 4 hours already.

You were wearing a plain black, slightly baggy tank top that showed off your muscles, and these pants, belt, boots, and knife thigh holster:

You were wearing a plain black, slightly baggy tank top that showed off your muscles, and these pants, belt, boots, and knife thigh holster:

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You had a mask on that covered the right side of your face.

It left a nose hole, it didn't cover your mouth, and it covered your eye.

You pretended that you were sleeping to see what they would do.

They were doing the lousy prank where you put whip cream on the person's hand and tickle their face with a feather.

When they tickled you with a feather, you slapped the whip cream on Tommy's face, stood up, grabbed your pocket knives, and put both the blades to each of their throats.

Tommy reached his hand up to his face.

"Make No. Sudden. Movements," you demanded, "He will pounce and tear both of your bodies to shreads."

A soft growl was heard from behind Billy, who was closest to the door.

You flipped one of your knives into your knife thigh holster, kept the other strapped to your belt, and relaxed your body.

"Stay still," you ordered.

You walked to behind Billy and gave Lucifer a scratch of the head.

He stopped growling and stuck his tongue out.

His tail started wagging.

"Good boy," you muttered, giving Lucifer a piece of meat.

He followed you back to your bed.

"You can move now," you sighed, blowing your short, straight, black hair out of the way.

They finally took a deep breath after not breathing for 30 seconds.

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