Hawkins, 1984. You hate that you need him. Your friends all told you you shouldn't be with Billy, that he was the wrong guy to mess with. But you can't help it. You were falling for him. It was just supposed to be a little fling, some fun. But with his golden locks and piercing blue eyes, he was magnetic. And even though he was a total asshole... He was so sweet with you. He held you like you were the only thing grounding him. And you never wanted to let go. But you hated waking up in the mornings with him wrapped around you. It was just a reminder this was all temporary.

The sheets are warm when you wake up, Billy's arms wrapped around you tight. The scent of his cologne surrounds you. He sits up, and you instinctively reach a hand out to him. Your hand wraps around his arm as he lights his cigarette, taking a long drag. He blows the smoke out over you, pressing a soft kiss to your head. "Go back to sleep, Doll. I ain't going nowhere." His voice is raspy and tender from just waking up, and it makes your legs feel like jello. You nestle into the inviting sheets as he slots back against you with a quiet grunt. You can feel the lingering smoke tickle your neck as he exhales, arms sliding back into place under your chest. You fit perfectly against him, and he nuzzles into your neck. He places a kiss to your bare shoulder, a hand cupping your arm. "You're so beautiful." He breathes. It makes you sick, knowing you have to leave.