lost boy // billy hargrove

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-6 months before season 3 takes place-

"so, what made you choose that job?" i asked, lazily playing with his fingers as we laid in his bed.

he smirked, his other hand running down the length of my arm and back, causing goosebumps to rise to the surface.

"it's so i can look at all the pretty girls, duh." he said, obvious sarcasm in his voice.

the rational part of me knew this was a joke. but the insecure part of me wanted to believe every syllable he had just said. as if for the past six months of our relationship, i had been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

of course, we didn't always get along for every second of those six months. billy was almost the complete opposite of me with his smooth talking and presence that demanded attention. he would want to do something that i had never tried and it felt as if i was ripping off a bandaid that had become one with my skin. the thought of doing something i knew was out of my comfort zone was comparable to tearing off my own skin.

i wish i could shed the skin. the skin that was hurt by jones, my mom, and the town. i wish i could shed it and start fresh- no bumps or bruises and no tragic back story.

but i can't.

billy helps, or at least tries to help. i know he means well when he suggests doing something like going to a party or meeting up with a few of his friends to drink, but every time i try, i hear her voice.

you can't put yourself out there. they'll laugh at you. i know they will and you know they will.

"betty?" billy said, shaking my shoulders a bit.

closing my eyes, i tried to bring myself back to the present by focusing on his voice and the feeling of his hand on me. i could hear his heartbeat against my back and i listened to the calming thudding before opening my eyes to meet his.

"yeah?" i asked, hoping he didn't mention me zoning out for the hundredth time.

"i got the job because i wanted a tan. it pays good," he said, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting it fall to rest against me loosely.

"i guess i'm going swimming a lot this summer," i murmured, still playing with his fingers.

grabbing my hand that was on his, he brought it to his lips before kissing it sweetly.

trailing kisses down my arm, he kept the eye contact with me as my eyes grew wider. i knew we were the only ones in his house but that didn't calm the thoughts racing through me.

switching positions, my back met his bed as he hovered over me. his lips now on my collarbones as they trailed up the side of my neck before meeting my own lips.

with my mind focused on his lips and how they moved sinfully against mine, i didn't notice billy wrapping my legs around his waist until he slowly started to grind on me.

moaning into his mouth, he bit my lip before smiling down at me.

"i can't wait to see you in your swimsuit. but i can't wait to see you out of it, too."