Something about Her: Cheryl and Billy

Stand Corrected

As much as Cheryl hated to admit it...

Billy was handsome.

His face was constructed beautifully, and his body matched in perfection.

Her heart had skipped a beat when he pulled off his shirt and ran into the waves; something she never thought she'd be physically witnessing with her own eyes.

She also never thought she'd witness herself undress for a boy who she barely knew and who hadn't been the most gentlemanly towards her.

But it was too late to turn back now as she splashed water up while taking off through the shallows.

She didn't make eye contact as she sprinted into the sea, for the feeling of his blue-eyed gaze was intense enough. She dove into the water, trying to escape Billy's eyes just for a few seconds.

As Cheryl's long, slicked back red hair appeared above the surface, she felt for her lace panties, making sure they hadn't slipped off during the dive. She gratefully recognized the feeling of them still on her body, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Forgot how to swim?" She heard a voice call from further in the ocean.

She spotted his light brown hair in the waves and yelled back,

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you're just bobbing there! Come farther out!" Then he disappeared under the water.

She didn't argue with Billy; she swam further out into the ocean, breathing in the fresh salty aroma that enveloped her whole essence.

After swimming to where she couldn't touch the bottom of the ocean anymore, she realized she didn't see Billy anywhere.

"Billy?!" She shouted.

Nothing.

Beginning to get worried she whipped her head around trying to spot him somewhere while screaming his name.

"Billy I swear if this is some prank I'm going to-"

As she said those words someone grabbed her foot from under the water.

Cheryl shrieked and wildly splashed the waves with her arms.

"Calm down, calm down, it's just me," a voice said while holding Cheryl's shoulders.

She opened her eyes to see Billy in front of her, a mixture of worry and satisfaction on his face.

Cheryl pushed his hands off her shoulders.

"That wasn't funny!" She exclaimed.

"It was, actually," He said, running his hands through his hair.

She glared at him while pushing her hair behind her ear, looking down, trying to disguise the faint smile on her face.

When she looked back up at him, he was looking at her breasts. He quickly adverted his eyes when he saw Cheryl looking at him.

"I really didn't think you'd do it," He said.

"Do what?"

"Swim with me," He responded, "I assumed you were too stuck up for it."

"Well thanks, that makes me feel a lot better," She said with a grin.

He chuckled,

"But I stand corrected."

They made eye contact. His blue eyes chilling her warm brown ones while the sea caressed their floating bodies.

As Cheryl got lost in his gaze, Billy shouted,

"Watch out!"

He grasped her and pulled her into his arms as a huge, violent wave crashed over them.

While the wave hit them, Billy held Cheryl tight, not letting go for anything, and Cheryl did the same, her head buried in his bare chest.

When the wave had done its damage and they were above the water, Billy let go of Cheryl and asked if she was alright.

"Yes," she replied, trying to act like what just occurred between them meant nothing to her.

They decided to return to shore, and as they got dressed, she could feel Billy's eyes on her.

She liked it.

When they got back in his Camaro, he turned on the radio to the 80's rock station.

Surprisingly, Cheryl didn't mind that much. She just bobbed her head to the music and looked out the window.

"You hungry?" He suddenly asked after driving in silence.

"Yeah, a little," she replied, glancing at him.

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Pop's should be good."

"Is that the only restaurant in this town?" He questioned with a smirk.

Cheryl laughed.

"It seems like it, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," He said, a soft smile on his face.

Cheryl turned back to the window, and smiled the rest of the ride to Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe.

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They sat in the dimly lit booth in the diner and ate their food.

Billy bit down on his hamburger, while Cheryl ate her cheese fries.

Something had changed between Cheryl and Billy at the beach; Cheryl knew it, and she could tell Billy knew it too.

Not only were they no longer strangers, but she didn't see him as a douchey, full of himself new guy anymore. He was funny, handsome, and somewhat caring towards her; three words she wouldn't have been saying about him yesterday at her party.

It was unbelievable how things had evolved in just a day of knowing each other.

Billy paid for their meals, and drove Cheryl back to Thistlehouse.

The moon shone on Billy's Camaro as they pulled up to Cheryl's gothic, ivy covered mansion. She was surprised when he got out the car to walk her to her door.

When they got to her door, they both faced each other, but Cheryl didn't know the right thing to say.

"Well, your highness, we have arrived back at your castle," He looked up at the mansion, "I forgot you were married to Dracula."

She chuckled and looked up at her towering house.

"I wish I wasn't," She muttered, thinking of her mother and dysfunctional home life.

She turned back to him saying,

"But what can you do."

He nodded, diverting his pupils from her.

They stood there in silence for a few seconds, shifting and moving restlessly.

"Thank you for today," She finally told him, almost impulsively, "I actually enjoyed myself."

He smiled, looking pleased with himself.

"Glad to be of service, your highness," He bowed flamboyantly.

Cheryl turned away laughing.

"Goodbye Billy," She said, turning her door knob.

"Until our next date," He said from behind her.

Cheryl froze.

She turned around to Billy, repeating,

"Date?"

He only smiled cunningly and winked at her before hopping into his car and speeding away into the night, leaving Cheryl to think about him until she saw his Camaro in her driveway the next day.