You and Billy were casual. Strictly casual. Just like all his other casual flings. Okay, admittedly, maybe you were a more regular thing than the others lasting about six months, and he let you stay longer after the hookup than other girls. And you guys kind of acted like a couple behind closed doors. AND he actually talked to you outside of the bedroom.

But that didn’t mean anything. Of course it didn’t. You guys were just casual. No doubt about it.

At least, that’s what you both kept telling yourselves.

Which is what led to the two of you, in Billy’s bed. Lying there without a care in the world.

Billy’s dad and step-mom were out, some date at a hotel? They were always out somewhere. They’d left a couple hours ago after his dad had given him a stern ‘word’ about responsibility and all that crap, causing his shitty mood.

He’d also lost track of Max an hour before you arrived, admittedly, he didn’t care where she was as long as she was home before their parents got back so he wouldn’t get his ass beat.

Billy sighed, sitting up, taking draws of his cigarette, one arm tracing lines up and down your shoulder. “Sit up a bit…” he mumbled, pulling you closer when you complied. He stubbed out his cigarette, burying the bottom half of his face in your hair. Your hair always smelt nice — a mix of your shampoo and hairspray.