Paralysis

2.|My brother..

Billie & Y/n; were total opposites, that was until last spring; when supposedly Billie's older brother francis went missing and they found him weeks later.. dead at the bottom of Cherry Lake by a police officer who was checking out a call from a female about criminal activities around the area. He found the blondes belongings; clothes & phone. Where then Francis investigation turned for the worse: a murder.

“Wear the helmet Billie, don't make this harder than it has to be” the H/c forced the helmet into the bluettes hands making her groan in distaste at the (color) helmet. “do I really have too? This is fucking dumb” “would you rather hit the ground without a chance of surviving, or would you rather hit the ground with a chance of seeing the sunset once again?”

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Billie put the helmet on; Y/n made sure it fit right over her head and he flipped the guider down. Billie slapped his hand and put it back up so she could see him clearly; the Older looked like he was in thought; his eyebrows furrowed as he put the other (color) helmet on himself.

The motorcycle started with ease and the H/c went to help Billie onto the seat; she pushed his hands away and attempted to get on herself saying she 'had it' but ultimately her attempts failed and Y/n rolled his E/c eyes in a way that said 'should've let me help'.

They both were silent as y/n helped her on; his hands placed at her waist to hoist her up with ease, Y/n got on kicking up the stand and looked back to the Blue haired girl. “Hold onto me or you'll fall off, I'm not joking” Billie rolled her eyes anyway but ended up holding tightly onto his torso, letting out a small scream when he suddenly took off and down the street.

Their destination was Y/ns 'apartment' which was an thirty minute drive. The sun was on its last hours in the sky casting a hot glow, Billie watched as the ground and shapes past by in a blur.

“Hey! You're going too fucking fast!”
“I Can't hear you! Don't distract the driver!”
She groaned but continued to hold onto him closely so she wouldn't die.

The sun was already wanting to set when they got to Y/ns apartment building; it was bigger than she had thought and it was a tall modern looking building for the rich.

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“welcome to my apartment” he turns around showing off the modern apartment, “you live here alone?” Billie asks raising her thick eyebrow, Y/ns hands fall down to his side.

“yeah, except for–”

Suddenly Y/n falls to the ground, his chest hitting the floor hard.

“shit Coco! Watch it” he groans out, lifting his head up to look at the large beige pit bull that was on his back.

Billie snickers watching in amusement, “who's this? Your girlfriend?” she laughs crouching down to meet eye level with the dog.

She coos to the large pitbull who barks at her playfully, her large form jumping off your back and moving towards Billie.

“hi!” billie sticks her hand out for Coco to sniff. Coco responds with a small sniff and a lick to her palm then moves to lick Billie's face.

Billy continues to compliment the large dog attempting to dodge all of her licks, y/n stands up brushing himself off of any dirt and looks at the two interacting.

“she seems to like you”

He comments with a small smile that anyone would barely be able to see.

“yes she does, doesn't she?” she coos again patting the large dogs back playfully.

Y/n chuckles, looking away from them to the large window.

Billie could sense his obvious growing awkwardness, and she stood up with one final pat to Cocos head.

“let's get this shit over with” she signs walking pass him into what she thinks is the living room.

y/n gives her a solemn look and continues to follow after her, just like coco does to him.

Five months ago

Billie sits by herself at lunch poking at her food every now and then, another student; one with long black hair and two different sets of eyes looks down at her, she finally looks up from her food, eyes red from crying earlier in the evening. “what do you want?” she growls out dropping her fork down.
The raven haired girl in front of her looks around, before her blue and brown eyes land back onto Billie, her hand dropping onto the blue haired girls table.

Billie looks down to The girls hand; her eyebrow shooting up in confusion as the raven haired slipped the paper under Billie's tray.

“I'm so.. so sorry for your loss.. He will help you.” she whispers with a sorrowful look in her eyes.

Then swiftly -like a ghost- she leaves billie there to stare after her presence in confusion and shock.

Meanwhile

“come at me you shit!” another kick sounds out in the alleyway, yells of cheers following afterwards.

Y/n wobbly stands to his feet, circling around the ring. His opponent glares back dangerously close to throwing his fist y/ns way.

“hit him!” “yeah!” “punch him N/n!”

The blonde in front of him throws his hand out, attempting to land a strike on y/ns nose, but he dodges it; turning his body so he elbows the man in the jaw.

“oh shit! It's the cops!”

“scram!”

“do you have to fucking hold my hands for this?” Billie groans; hesitantly holding her hands out in front of her to grabs y/ns surprisingly warm hands.

“yes billie, or else I won't be able to connect with you to figure this out.” he says nonchalantly, gently holding her hands with his, but his grip is firm enough so Billie couldn't pull away.

“what do you even have to do anyways?” she looks to their hands, back to him with a questionable glance.

Y/n sighs once again and looks up from the table to Billie.

“there's too much to explain”
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