How did Billy meet you again? Oh, right, his first year in Hawkins High School when he moved. English class. The teacher that he never learnt the name of put him next to you on the first day where he literally only looked at you as you raised your hand to show who you were and then ignored you for like a week.

In that week, every girl wanted to know what he was about. Attractive, loud, good at basketball, good at parties, good at... other things, too. He was praised constantly by everyone.

Anyway, back to you. When you actually spoke to Billy, only about the assignment, his immediate response came from him was, "I don't talk to flabby girls." Pure arrogance. Now, to be honest, he knew you weren't some massive, repulsive person. He was just... and ass. Liked being an ass. Meant no one could be an ass to him first. You weren't who he'd go for. Silent, writing like a nerd the whole lesson, recording every single word the teacher said in your notes as if you missed one thing, you'd fail the whole class. He wouldn't date you. Wow, how things change.

That was nearly two years ago, and now Billy waits every day outside of school for you leaning on his Camaro to drive you home. You weren't dating, though. Don't get that confused. Sometimes, he thought about it. Actually, he started thinking about it a lot. How it could feel like to hug you properly, for a long time, just holding each other, taking in your scent and maybe kissing your cheek a couple of times. Just to try it out, you know?

After that time he totally insulted you, he had to talk to you eventually due to the work, and you seemed okay, (your personality, at first) and you even managed to make him laugh, one that didn't seem so fake. He's forgotten the joke. Just remember that look on your face when you realised you were making some sort of progress.

Maybe you did it because you liked him. Maybe because you had a couple of issues with bullying, and if he were there, it would probably disappear. Either way, he's grateful for that little push you did to get into his life because Billy doesn't want you out of it.

Pride, arrogance, anger. Who cares about that when you could feel something much warmer? He never hid your friendship, and slowly started to drift from the hookups and parties to hang out with you more. And when people questioned him or laughed that he was close with you, he'd immediately tell them to "shut your goddamn mouth." As you've heard him threatening a couple of times and then give him little lectures of trying to be nicer.

When he drove you home this time, you offered him to come in. Your parents weren't home, and you didn't have siblings, just a ginger cat that slept almost all day. So he agreed. Your room was bigger than his, same as the bed, even the stereo. It's not like he hadn't been in here before, just, your mom scared him, she was an angry woman. Never stayed for too long.

"Thanks." Billy said with a chuckle as you came back from 'Just getting water' to then carrying two water bottles and a tin of chocolate cookies. Placing them on the bed with a ready grin and opening it up eagerly. "Never seen you this excited over me." He smiled. God, it's so hard not to completely love you.