billy loomis, the most insensitive and narcissistic person you’ll ever meet but also the most teasing. you and him settled as friends after years of highschool with his constant commitment issues toward you, leaving you as a heartbroken teenage virgin girl he’d haunt.

his shoulders invited your pretty little tan legs on his shoulders. his eyes straggle on you spread out for him. a smile spread across his face, his dimples carved into his face, his eyes lowering down elsewhere giving him a priceless view under your dress, was this what friends do?, surely they do, right?

his fangs sunk into his bottom lip whilst his eyes darkened. “aren’t you just the prettiest thing, huh, doll?” what was once an innocent idea of him coming over to see your new outfits turned out to be him getting handsy and leading you to the bed for further investigation.