melancholia. [ ALTERNATE SPIN-OFF ] [ BILLY HARGROVE ]

xxviii. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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warning: mature language, sexual themes

     Mary parked her car in front of Melvad's, a frown on her face as she saw the place was practically deserted. Two other cars were parked out front, which was good for her, but also bad at the same time. It meant slimmer chances of being noticed, and even slimmer chances of finding Mandy. 

     She pushed herself out of her car, going inside to not only stalk but shop at the same time. She still had a good amount of money from what Hopper had given her, and was planning on using it to get groceries and maybe even a few other necessities while she was in town.

     The bell above the door rang as Mary walked in, causing her to look up at it. She smiled at the old memory, her feet carrying her towards the breakfast aisle first. She smiled at the old memories she had with her mom and brother, and before he died, her dad. She could remember the times that her and Billy would come here on a weekend night and pick up random baking materials. They'd stay up in her kitchen until 2 AM, shushing each other when they'd get too loud for her mom's liking.

~flashback transition~

     Mary shushed Billy again, pushing her finger to his lips as he smiled at her. Her head fell into his chest, Billy looking down as chuckled lightly. Mary laughed quietly again, looking back up at him.

     "You have to be quiet, or my mom will actually kill you and kick us both out," Mary told him, a wide smile on her face. Billy just nodded slightly, leaning down and kissing her. Mary hummed, reaching her arms around his neck. Once he pulled back, he leaned down to her neck and kissed her there. Mary hummed, her fingers finding their way to his curls. Billy grabbed her legs, tapping them as a notion for her to wrap them around his waist. She jumped up, Billy walking over to the kitchen table. He sat down in one of the chairs, Mary's hands going to the waistband of the sweatpants Billy was wearing. 

     "Getting ahead of yourself, doll," Billy whispered as he pulled back from her lips. 

    "I don't know what it is about these grey sweatpants, but I want to suck you off when you wear them," Mary told him, her lips just centimeters from his. 

     "I like it when you - o-oh my god." Billy's mouth hung open as Mary's hand was already in his pants. "I can be quiet, but I can't be that quiet, doll." Mary smirked at him, quickening her wrist movements. She kept going, Billy moaning out loud. Mary brought her hand up over his mouth, his eyes widening as he looked at her. Mary rose an eyebrow at him, Billy leaning his head back as she kept moving her hand. She moved her underwear out of the way, pulling his pants down and lowering herself onto him. Billy groaned again, Mary pulling her shirt over her head. She tied it around his mouth, Billy sighing out as Mary rolled into him again. She moaned out, Billy raising his hand to her mouth quickly. 

     They kept going for a few minutes until they both gave out, Billy groaning through Mary's t-shirt, and Mary biting his hand a bit when she came. They both took a second to breathe through their highs, Billy slowly letting his hand fall from Mary's mouth. She pulled the shirt down, Billy staring at her. 

     "How was that?" Mary asked. 

     "I didn't know you were so fucking kinky," he responded. "I like it when this side of you comes out." 

     "We should bake more often," Mary said, Billy nodding in agreement. "And you should definitely wear those sweatpants more." 

     "Anything to please you, my sweet angel," Billy smirked. He leaned forward and kissed her, Mary smiling and grabbing his hair again. 

~present time transition~

      Mary snapped out of her daydream, wiping her eyes quickly to prevent the tears from leaking out. She began to grab things to buy, trying to think less about the old times and more about the now. She continued her shopping until the bell above the door rang again. She glanced over to see who had walked in, recognizing it to be Mandy. The girl from the photo. The one with the man who kidnapped the love of her life. 

     "Hey," Mary said, Mandy looking over. "Do I know you?" 

     "Uh, no. I'm fairly new in town," Mandy said nervously. "I don't get out much. My roommates do most of the working, I shop for them." Mary noticed the stitching that went up Mandy's arm, nodding to it. 

     "What happened to your arm?" she asked, pretending to actually worry about the woman's problems. She needed to get in good somehow. 

     "Oh, I... I'd prefer not to talk about it. A sensitive topic for me, you know," Mandy shrugged, grabbing a basket from the aisle. 

     "Oh, surely. My mistake," Mary nodded. "What'd you say your name was?" 

     "I didn't," she responded. "Mandy Johnson."

     "Nice to meet you, Guinevere Gold," Mary lied to her.  

     "Gold?" Mandy questioned. "Any relation to Alex?"

     "Oh, yeah, he's my brother. Twins. Paternal, not identical. Obviously," Mary said with a slight laugh. 

     "Have you, uh, seen him lately?" Mandy asked. "He's usually in here everyday at five, but not today."

     "Oh, yeah, our mom's going through something. She's in a hospital in Chicago. I came home to grab a few things from her house, stock up for road snacks and breakfast and such tomorrow, then I'm on my way. That is unless my dad is going to be at the house when I get back with a surprise." The thought of even mentioning Eliot made Mary want to vomit, but she was too deep into the lie now.

     "What a shame," Mandy frowned. "Well, tell Alex I said 'hello' when you see him. It'd be great to see him again." 

     "I will. Have a nice day, Amanda," Mary nodded at her. 

     "Oh, just Mandy. And you too, Guinevere," the girl responded. Mary turned and continued her shopping, Mandy walking past her to the frozen foods aisle. 

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     Marley knocked on her front door quickly, Jim swinging it open within ten seconds. 

     "What are you still doing here?" she asked, stepping inside. Oliver was right behind her and shut the door quickly. 

     "I'm waiting for Mandy to get home. She's late," Jim snapped. "I got your message. Made my room look like it was the guest room, and Mandy's now has a crib in it." 

     "Oh, wonderful," Marley complained, going to the kitchen and setting down the bag of liquor on the counter. She removed all the bottles, then turned as the front door opened again. "Mandy, where have you been?" 

     "I'm sorry, I didn't get off work when I thought I would," she said. "He's not here yet, is he?" They all looked at each other, seeing the worry on her face. They felt bad for Mandy. She hadn't seen Jackson since he cut open her arm and left her for dead, and that was after they'd had a three year relationship. 

     "He's not, no," Oliver told her. "You and Jim should go, get dinner somewhere. Stay out until about one, we'll take care of him for you." Mandy gave him a light smile, nodding for Hopper to follow her out. The two left the cabin, Oliver and Marley looking at each other. They waited until the rumble of the truck was gone to talk again. "Are you ready for a night of fun?" 

     "You and I have two very different definitions of fun," she scoffed, grabbing three glasses from the cupboard. "But I guess I'll manage with yours for now." She set the glasses on the table when the knock on the front door came. They braced themselves for the night, Oliver opening the door to a smiling Jackson. 

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oh boy oh boy
you got a flashback this chapter
you were FED
and mary met mandy
and LIED TO HER
plus
what is jackson gonna do???
all will be answered in time

i hope you enjoyed!