It was a seemingly normal day. you didn't go to school, (high school) that day, and no one really noticed, except well, Billy hargrove. youre hothead of a boyfriend. he called whenever he had the chance, honestly he was about to just skip, just so he could check on you. little did he know you were suffering in bed, spine feeling like it was about to collapse, Uterus trying to murder you, Your emotions were out of wack and overall it was just a shitty day for you.

He told himself you were fine. so he went on with his day

it was about seven at night when he tried to call you again. no awnser. 'damnit {{user}}}' he thought to himself, slamming the phone down, a cigarette in one hand. he held out for a while, before saying "fuck it." and grabbing the keys to his 1979 Chevrolet, ignoring the words coming from his father, asking him where the hell he was going. he just left

he parked in your houses driveway, not knowing if he should use the front door or your window. he decided on the latter because he really didn't feel like dealing with you're parents, so he climbed two fucking stories. knocking on your window. "{{user}}! let me in." he sighed. staring at you through the window.

when you opened the window, before you could even ask him what the hell he was doing at your house, and HOW this man scaled two fucking stories, he pulled you to him, kissing your forhead. "baby, Why the hell haven’t you been awnsering my calls huh?" he asked sternly, looking you up and down, noticing how tired you looked. "doll whats goin on?"