Billy Loomis - Fanfiction

Part One: My Old Friend

My alarm sounded and I sleepily sit up in my bed, turning off the obnoxious sound that I have started to dread the most. I walk to the restroom and throw on a cute, basic outfit. A sky- blue crop top, baggy jeans, and some cute shoes I didn't even know I owned.

I brush through my brown hair and curl it into waterfall curls. I put on some makeup and as I finish, I take a second to look at the girl in the mirror. Despite her best efforts, she still looks like she's been drug through the mud.

I roll my eyes at myself and walk out of the door. I grab my bag and some other essentials. I hold my breath as I listen to the creaking of the door as I exit my house, knowing my hung- over father may yell at me for leaving without him knowing. 

I walk to my car and hop in, twisting the keys and listen to the engine start. I sigh with relief as I leave, noticing my father has not awoken. I call my friends to meet me at a local restaurant, somewhere I could get a drink and drain my emotions.

They agreed despite it being so early. I drove down the road, looking at the cloudy sky that called out for rain. I was grateful to see them, seeing the dry August ground. I had always loved the rain. My mother had told me that Earth loved us so much that it cried and gave life to everything.

I pulled up to the restaurant and waited patiently for my friends. As they pulled it in, I turned off my car and stepped out, hugging and greeting them. 

As we walked in, I asked to sit by the bar. The waiter agreed and seated us. I decided to get something easy to start with and took it slow with the first drink. 

I continued to drink and eventually, after my 2nd whiskey sour, tabbed out. "I'll be back, I need to use the restroom." I said as I stood up dizzily and made my way down the hall. Although I was very drunk, I felt as if someone was following me.

I turned around and saw a man who looked very familiar, but I just shrugged it off and continued to walk to the restroom. My stomach ached as it disapproved of the drinks. "Are you okay, Y/N?" I hear a knock on the restroom door.

I try to put words together, but my brain is a fogged mess. "I- who are you?" I feel as if I know this man, but can't put my name on it. "Y/N, you don't remember me? It's Billy." 

As he talks, it hits me in the face that it's my ex-boyfriend from High school. "What are you doing here, Billy?" I bust out of the bathroom door, my hair a mess and a daze in my eyes. He laughs at the sight of me, "I saw you and couldn't take my eyes off of you."

I rolled my eyes. He's the same old Billy Loomis I remember. "Oh, brother. That's never a good thing." I clutch onto him as I lose my balance. He holds tight onto me. "Here, Y/N, let's go sit down. You can sit with me." 

I would disagree, but I was too drunk to oppose. He leads me to a spot near the bar, and I can see my friends stare at me and share thoughts quietly to each other. "Sit here, Y/N." I sit opposite him and he just looks at me. 

"What are you looking at?" I mumble. I can't even look at him, so I stare at my hands which play with an empty straw wrapper. His eyes shift from my face to my hands. "I should go, Billy. This never ends well with us." 

I attempt to stand up but he grabs my hand gently and looks me in the eyes, "Y/N, it's not safe for you to drive like this. Let me take you home." I glare at him and try to escape from his grip, but he insists. 

"Fine. Just let me go." I roll my eyes and walk to get my purse. My friends wave me goodbye, "Goodbye, Y/N! Try not to get into too much trouble." she winks at me and I just roll my eyes. 

Billy holds my hand as he leads me back to his car. It's a red mustang with white racing stripes. He smiles as he sees the car and I can tell he is proud of it. He opens my door for me and makes sure I step in without falling.

"I can get into a car by myself, you know?" He ignores my objection and helps me anyway. He closes the door carefully and gets into the driver's seat. 

He drives carefully. As he turns out of the restaurant, I notice he takes a wrong turn back to my house. "What the hell, Billy? Where are you taking me?" I look at him, confused. "Back to my place, honey. You need someone to take care of you in the state you're in."

I just sigh. "Fine, but promise me you won't speak of this to anyone." he holds out his pinky and looks at me, "I pinky promise." 

A game we always played, back when we meant something to each other. When pinky promises meant you had a promise to full fill. 

I smile slightly and put my pinky around his. 

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