Something about Her: Cheryl and Billy

A Drive

He opened the door for her when they got to his Camaro, and he made sure to do it in a way that would make her wonder if he was mocking the act or genuinely being mannerly.

He could tell by her furrowed eyebrows Cheryl didn't know how to take it.

Billy grinned while shutting the door for her; that was exactly how he wanted her to be.

When he hopped in, her strawberry milkshake was in the cup holder and her arms were crossed.

"Everything alright, princess?" He teased, sticking the key into the ignition.

"Quite fine, peasant," She replied, picking up her milkshake and drinking it.

His engine roared gaudily, Billy smiling contently as he whipped out of the parking space that he had badly parked in.

Cheryl clutched her milkshake, saying,

"Hey! A warning would've been nice, I almost spilled this on me!"

"Forgive me your highness," He answered, stepping on the gas.

The blue Camaro was simply a flash of color as it sped down the Riverdale streets, going far past the speed limit.

To Billy's surprise, Cheryl didn't complain about this.

"Hey, Dale Earnhardt, where exactly are we going?"

"Where do you want to go?" He asked, slowing down for a stop sign, something he barely did.

It was quiet for a few minutes as she sipped at her milkshake.

"There's a club a couple blocks away."

"You want to go to a club?"

"What?" Cheryl questioned.

"I mean, didn't you just throw a party yesterday?"

"Do you have any better ideas?!"

Billy did have a better idea.

"I'm thinking somewhere a bit more private," He said as the blue Camaro went faster than the speed of light to the beach.

                                     .  .  .

It was a cloudy day, but from the car as they approached the beach, Billy could see that the waves looked calm and peaceful.

"The beach?!" Cheryl pronounced stepping out the car, "You've brought me to the beach?! I'm wearing heels!"

"Then take them off," Billy said.

"So my feet can get all sandy? No thanks."

"Well that is what the beach is for," Billy replied, taking off his boots and tossing them in the car.

Cheryl sighed and hesitantly slipped off her heels, muttering,

"Why did I agree to this?"

Billy started for the beach as Cheryl carefully placed her heels in his car.

"Hey! Wait up!" He heard Cheryl call from not far behind him.

He didn't slow down, but she caught up to him.

"Why the beach?" Cheryl asked, for once, not angrily.

He put his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket, and observed the sky as they walked down the beach.

"It's not a typical beach day, ya know, sunny and stuff. I thought it'd be interesting to experience this with you," He kept walking, "Just the two of us."

He could see her looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

He didn't look back.

They both stopped when there feet got washed over with salt water.

They both stood there silently for a short moment, looking out at the sea, until Billy started taking off his denim jacket, and then his belt.

"What are you doing?!" Cheryl questioned in shock.

He tossed his belt on the sand, then started unbuttoning his jeans.

"Going for a swim," He unzipped his pants, "That is what the beach is for."

Cheryl didn't say anything as she watched him take off his jeans, revealing his plaid green boxers.

He threw the pants onto his jacket and pulled off his wife beater and started jogging into the shallow water.

He turned to look at Cheryl, who was staring at him, eyes wide, saying nothing.

"You coming?"

She snapped out of her thoughts and replied, somewhat disheveled,

"Wha- No- I didn't bring a bathing suit."

"Neither did I!" He called back, diving into the waves.

When he came back out the ocean, long hair drenched, breathing in the fresh breeze, he looked at the shore to see Cheryl, and when he did, his eyes grew wide and his heart palpitated.

There she was.

Red and black romper sitting in the sand, and the wind in her hair as she ran into the ocean in her underwear and bra.

Billy couldn't have been more thankful that he picked the beach over the club.