(y/n) - your name

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Billy watched her the entire time, cautious of her every movement while she sat in front of him on the bed legs crossed with the aid kit stuff next to her. (y/n) tried to ignore the heated gaze from Billy as he watched her, getting a cloth and antiseptic to clean his wounds. Billy saw (y/n) tuck her hair behind her ear and push her glasses up before looking at him, pausing before she touched him.

"Can I?" Billy froze at her soft voice, any contempt gone from her tone and he just looked at her. She wasn't mad, she wasn't angry at him or even slightly annoyed about him yelling at her. He only saw worry and it annoyed him as to why. Billy nods slowly, (y/n) moving up the cloth to gently clean the wounds on his cheek. Billy hissed lowly and (y/n) quickly moved back. "I'm sorry!" Billy was surprised at how anxious she was about hurting him and he let his guard down.

"I can take it. Just keep going." Billy soften as (y/n) hesitated before moving to clean his wounds. He watched as she moved around him, not turning his head and he scoffs. "Just do it." Billy rolls his eyes, silently taking in a sharp breath from how soft (y/n)'s touch was as she gently held his chin.

She was so warm... so caring towards him. He felt... warm... and oddly safe in this room. Billy let himself close his eyes, breathing in a sweet floral scent that he only noticed now and he opens his eyes to see that it was from (y/n) as she leaned close over his cheek. He breathes in the scent closing his eyes again as he melted from being in her presence.

She continued to clean Billy's wounds, tucking his hair back softly to get his forehead before moving to get plasters over the wounds. "You know, you stick your tongue out a little when you concentrate." Billy smirks as (y/n) puts on the final plaster, her leaning back as she hums in response.

"Do I?" (y/n) stands up next to the bed to put the aid kit stuff away, leaving the antiseptic cream for Billy's split lip.

"It's cute." She looks up, raising a brow at the smirking boy sitting on her bed as he moves to face her. "It's really cute."

"Ok, I'm gonna put these back, you have to put the cream on for your busted lip." (y/n) ignores Billy's remark, moving to go to her bathroom but gasps as she was pulled down. Billy's hand held her wrist as she holds herself up against his chest to not fall into him, his face close to hers. He moves to take her glasses off to see her doe eyes clearly, (y/n) pulling back but he pulls her closer. "Billy-"

"-why don't you put it on for me princess?"

"No."

"Come on, I know you want to-"

"-No." (y/n) says for the final time and Billy furrows his brows at her.

"Please, what other reason is there for you to invite me in, patch me up and not want me to fuck you in return? I would be happy to, in fact, it would be my pleasure-"

"-do you always think with your dick Billy?" (y/n) sighs out, prying her hand from his grip and walking away leaving him baffled. Ok, she didn't want to fuck him. That's a first.

"You're playing hard to get princess," Billy stands up, leaning against the bathroom doorway as (y/n) washed her hands. "no need to be shy-"

"-Billy, I'm serious. No." She looks over at him in the mirror, drying her hands and walking past him and into her bedroom.

"So what, you patched me up because you cared, because you were worried about me-"

"-yes!" (y/n) exclaims, rubbing her forehead in frustration. "I do worry about you ok. I know you're not going to tell me how you get your bruises, from fights or from something else but I mean it when I say that if you need a safe place, you can come here."

"Then where were you!?" Billy snaps, anger bubbling in him and feeling betrayed." I have been pounding on your damn window to realise you weren't home! You said you would be here!" (y/n) falters, guilt building in her chest as Billy ran his fingers through his hair, pacing in front of her.

"I went to Nancy's to study and I lost track of time. I tried to get out of having dinner with them but I couldn't leave. I left as soon as I could ok. I'm here now." She steps towards Billy but he glares at her.

"You said you would be here... when I needed to..." Billy grinds his jaw before turning around and quickly leaving (y/n)'s bedroom, her sighing sadly as she hears her front door slam open and close.

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(Y/n) yawns out tiredly as she walked out of her house, spinning her keys around her finger while holding a piece of paper. It was after school hours and she needed to do some grocery shopping, stock up on some aid kit equipment just in case. As she walked to her car, (y/n) saw Max skateboarding up to her house.

"Hey Max!" The young girl turns and waves to (y/n), saying hi back as she skates over to her lawn.

"Hey (y/n). What's up?"

"I'm going shopping and wanted to know if you needed anything?" Max hums in thought.

"I think yeah... uh mum wasn't able to go shopping yet since she and Neil found about me being stuck at the arcade..."

"When did they find out?"

"Yesterday night... there was a pretty big argument..."

So did Billy get his bruises... from his dad...?

(Y/n) pales at the thought, looking over at the now quiet house which burst into screaming matches every now and then. "Ok. Look I don't want to overstep but if you guys need somewhere to be, you can stay at my place."

"Really!?" Max seemed thrilled about the notion.

"Yeah, I don't have much in there but you can chill out there for however long you want. Just dig for the extra key in the bird feeder." Max nods quickly.

"Will do!"

"Also, can you please give this cream to your brother. For his busted lip. Don't tell him it was from me." (y/n) pulls out the antiseptic cream from her bag she had been carrying around all day with her.

She was hoping to give it to Billy in school today, just to pass it to him with no conversation but he had ignored her all day. Simply ignored her existence. Didn't talk to her, didn't annoy her or pull any pranks, didn't look at her or even throw his so-called pickup lines at her.

She didn't really care that he ignored her, she just noticed him flinching slightly every now and then when something came in contact with his busted lip. So hence, the antiseptic cream. To be honest, (y/n) was ready to throw it at his head if he didn't acknowledge her to take it.

"Ok?" Max looked at her questioningly but ignores it.

"One more thing, if you guys need to find me if I'm not home, I'm leaving a note in my mailbox of where I am ok." (Y/n) waves the note in her hand before putting it in her mailbox. "Obviously you know I'm going to the mall but let your brother know as well."

"Got it, the key in the bird feeder, the cream and the note in the mailbox." Max gives (y/n) a thumbs up and she ruffles her red hair.

"Gotta go kid. I'll be around with the grocery."

"Ok ok!" Max chuckles as (y/n) gets in her car to drive off to the mall as Max fixed her hair and walked inside her house alone.

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(y/n) knocked on the door of the Hargrove home, hefting a couple of grocery bags on each arm. She struggles a bit by the weight, sighing in relief when someone opens the door. "Thank fuck Max, these are getting heavy-oh Billy... hi..." Billy narrows his eyes at (y/n) who stood on his front porch, wondering why she was carrying these bags on her arm.

"(y/n)!?" the girl hears Max call out from inside the house, the little redhead shoving past Billy to help (y/n) with some of the bags. "Oh my god, you got ice cream! Thank you!"

"I just got the basic stuff, bread, milk, eggs... some sausages. You guys eat meat right?" Max nods, letting (y/n) in and Billy moves out of the way to sit on the couch while lighting a cigarette. She follows Max to the kitchen, helping her put the stuff away quickly since (y/n) didn't want to overstay and annoy Billy anymore than he already was.

"By the way, I told Billy what you asked me to tell him." Max says and (y/n) looks over at him as he moves to go up to his room.

"Thanks kid." (y/n) helps Max put the rest of the stuff away before moving to head out, going to her house while waving goodbye to the kid. She grabs the extra aid kit she bought and heads inside her house to her room to put it away in her bathroom. 

Billy glares at the tube of the antiseptic cream sitting on his bed, leaning against his bedroom wall with his arms crossed. He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, walking over to his window to see (y/n) sitting on top of her car drinking vodka like he did the first night she arrived here. Her car radio was on as she just staring up at the night sky. She finished off the bottle, setting it behind her as she curled up, holding her legs to her chest and resting her head on her knees.

Billy looks away and goes to grab the cream with the intention of putting it on his busted lip. "Fuck it..."