stranger things imagines + more

"you dont deserve this" - billy request

"I like your room," you awkwardly said as the boy shut the door behind you. It was your second "date" with Billy, if you would call spending nearly two hours making out and maybe watching a movie, a date. You had really grown to like the boy, having only been dating him for nearly two weeks now. According to almost everybody at school, Billy really liked you too.

"If I knew you'd come over, I would have cleaned up a bit," he admitted sheepishly as you sat down on his bed. You laughed nervously as he sat beside you. Sure, it was still at the awkward stage of your relationship with Billy, but you didn't mind. As he started to lean closer, you could smell his strong cologne as you kissed him back.

His left hand was placed on the bed beside your thigh as his other hand cupped your cheek. Your tongues tangled together as you reached your hand up through his long hair.

Suddenly, you both heard a door open from outside in the hall, startled Billy and causing him to pull away. "You said that your parents wouldn't be home for two hours," you recalled the conversation you had had with him during lunch period only a few hours before.

"So I thought," Billy sat up and walked out to the hall, leaving you alone in his room. Only a minute later, you heard yelling coming from down the hall.

"What did I tell you?"

You gulped. Billy had only mentioned his father once, but from what you'd heard, you could gather that he wasn't necessarily the Father of the Year.

A couple minutes later, Billy opened the door and met your eyes. As you locked eyes, you realized how hurt Billy was. Shaking your head, you pulled him into you for a hug, wrapping your arms around him. You sat him on the edge of his bed, still hugging him tightly. You felt him collapse in your arms, sobbing slightly. Shushing him, you ran your fingers through his hair, calming him down slightly.

Minutes had passed before Billy pulled away.

"You don't deserve this," you sighed. Billy leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

"Thank you."

"Come on," you stood up, taking his hand in yours. He intertwined your fingers. "We're getting ice cream."

"I'm not 10."

"Ice cream has no age limit."