billy hargrove imagines

movies

summary: the one where he's the hero.

word count: 1,077

song: movies — yoshi flower

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billy hargrove was as close to a movie star as you'd ever get. he lived every day as if he was going to die. and maybe he was. his reckless behavior could no doubt land him in an early grave. you tried not to think about that too much. you just enjoyed his aura, his presence.

something about him was undeniably intoxicating. he felt like a drug that you couldn't stop taking hits from. he was nothing short of an addiction, and you never wanted to get clean. you didn't know if he really loved you. you didn't even know if you really loved him. but feeling like a movie character was the best you'd ever felt, so you stuck around, and he let you.

you hand was outstretched, languidly hanging out the window of his camaro as you tried to catch the wind. he was going entirely too fast, his foot nearly stomping down on the gas pedal. if you had to guess, he might have been going twenty over the speed limit. you barked out a laugh at the thought of getting arrested. you don't know why it seemed funny.

billy's eyes flitted between you and the road. "whatcha thinking about?" he asked, almost having to scream because of the blasting music and roaring wind.

you held back another laugh. "going to jail," you replied.

he gave you a strange look, like you were crazy. you kind of felt crazy too. maybe all that drug was really going to your head. sometimes when you were around billy you couldn't think straight and you got reckless and wild. like you were drunk.

your arm shot out and rested on his bicep, gently squeezing. you weren't entirely ashamed you'd copped a feel. "let's stop somewhere," you said, sounding more desperate than you thought you would.

billy sent you another strange look, but nodded. he eased on the gas and pulled to the side of the road. he slowly turned the volume dial on the radio down until it was just a soft murmur. you had no idea where you were, and it almost scared you. you couldn't be that far out from hawkins, right?

you unbuckled your seatbelt and shifted so your body fully faced him. you leaned into him, your hands going to hold his face, and your lips pressing a hard kiss to his. he let out a muffled groan, one of surprise, and allowed his arms to circle your midriff. you deepened the kiss almost immediately, your fingers tangling in his pretty hair. you felt his hands toying with the hem of your shirt, his thumb brushing against the cold skin of your abdomen. you suddenly pulled away and plopped back in your seat.

"we're kinda like movie characters, right?" you asked, unprompted. your hand dug around in his console, looking for a cigarette. you felt jittery.

he had a stupid, dopey grin on his face. "like villains or something? the high school asshole who ruins everything?" you don't know how he could say that with a smile.

you gulped. one hand cupped his cheek, the thumb gently caressing the soft skin. you licked your lips. "no, not the villain. the hero. the one who saves the day, and looks pretty, and he's so... cool."

he placed his hand against the back of your neck and pulled you in for another kiss, this one less heated. your mouths moved together slightly out of sync. it felt strange, yet nice, knowing you're not completely in step with him.

"i'm not sure if i'm familiar with that movie. tell me more," he said, breaking the kiss.

your hands hovered over his toned chest. your mouth felt dry and your tongue felt like cotton. sometimes billy made you so nervous you wanted to curl up inside yourself and die. you could never explain why. you didn't think he knew.

"the hero is so pretty," you started, "and everyone falls in love with him because he's got these eyes that make you drop dead." you saw him smile slightly at that. "and he drives real fast all the time, like he's got somewhere important to be. and he's got this friend who really loves him, and they try real hard to keep up with him, but he's just so heroic it's hard."

his eyes were glossed over with what you could only assume were tears. the lighting was so damn awful though. you just wanted to see his face.

"he loves his friend too," he interrupted. "he couldn't get anything done without them. it's crazy. they're the sidekick, and he's the brains of the operation, of course, but he needs them more than anything."

you almost felt nauseous. sometimes billy said things that made you want to pull all your organs out. it was strange. he made you feel sick and good all at once. he was a hell of a drug.

"yeah?" you whispered.

"yeah," he responded, just as quietly.

"i bet the audience loves you," you said, a small smile on your face.

an amused chuckle bubbled up from billy's throat, one that made your heart soar. he killed you sometimes.

"why's that?"

you considered it for a moment. "for starters, you're attractive as all get out," you said, a joke dancing in your eyes. he laughed this time, fully laughed. you loved making him laugh. it made a jolt of warmth spread through you. "another thing is that you're a bad boy. it's got a certain appeal."

billy rolled his eyes, but you could see the smile begging to curl his lips upwards. before you could stop yourself, a giggle erupted past your lips. he scoffed, and you winked, feeling more playful than usual.

"you're so weird sometimes," he murmured, the smile now evident on his face.

you let out a full laugh this time, a twinkle lighting your eyes up. "we're movie characters, billy! how could we not be weird?"

he pecked your lips, but before he could lean away, you pulled him into you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and holding him close. as your lips mingled, you breathed in the smell of his cheap cologne. he said he'd swiped it from a gas station.

you remember seeing a scene like this in a movie. the hero kissing the love interest while the credits rolled. your parents always said everything you ever knew you learned from watching movies. you think they're right.