𝙎𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇, 𝙈𝙔 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇.
Diana Blake was who everyone in Hawkins wanted to be or be with. Her family name held power in the town and she wore her popularity like a crown. Until she discovered that her crown was made with...
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IT WAS CLEAR BILLY WAS NOT IN HIS RIGHT MIND. He dozed off in the car, his head falling onto Diana's shoulder, and when they arrived at the Blake residence, he stumbled into the house even though he had assistance. It took both James and Diana to bring him up the stairs. No one as prideful as Billy would ever want to be seen as weak, even to people who helped him off the ground at his lowest.
He stared at himself in Diana's bathroom mirror, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he tried to ground himself. He was humiliated. It was bad enough that his thirteen year old sister and her friends managed to beat him up and steal his car, but to have the most shameful part of his life on full display for someone he cared about was purely horrifying.
His eyes shut in frustration as the door opened behind him.
Diana didn't know what to say. She thought about what she would want to hear and what would anger her if she were in his position. She imagined the same things applied to Billy, so to save them from the risk of any potential argument, she stayed silent.
Truthfully, Diana didn't need to say a word. Her presence was enough comfort for him.
Billy clenched his jaw as he turned around. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the counter and stared at her. There was a small towel in her hand, one he assumed was for the blood on his face, but when he reached for it, she pulled back. He stopped at her stern look. "I can do it myself."
She shook her head and patted the counter. "Sit."
"Ana."
"Just—" She let out a sigh. "Let me do something nice, okay?"
The familiar words echoed in his mind as Halloween night flashed before his eyes. He remembered the fun he had dancing with her and the burn of cheap liquor in his throat, the rage induced by the insults her ex-boyfriend threw at her, and the desperation he felt to help her. He remembered how much of himself he saw in her. She was the parts of him that needed protection and longed for someone to care. It never occurred to him that Diana could feel the same way.
"All right," he said in defeat, moving to sit on the counter.
They didn't say much as Diana ran the hand towel under the open faucet and moved closer to wipe his face. Billy watched as her brows furrowed in concentration. Her face moved closer with every gentle swipe.
"So Max stole your car?"
Billy's eyes rolled at the question with an internal groan. "It's a long story."
She raised a brow, the corners of her lips turning up as she tried to alleviate the tension. "It's been a long night."
"I was supposed to watch the little shit but I guess she snuck out. Parents got home and they made me go find her. That's why I missed our date." He winced as she brushed the towel against an open cut above his eyebrow. "I would've called to tell you but I was so pissed, I wasn't thinking."
