Statue based on Leonardo daVinci’s famous concept for artificial wings.
This is so fucking beautiful!
i have declared my ships
(btw, do finn and sean have a ship name, or is it just sean x finn)
Close call
I think Deadpool is too chimichanga heavy….of course it doesn’t help that B.Parker is burger heavy too. XD
i checked out every single spiderman/deadpool comic at the library yesterday
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Art Deco | Part Eight
You will find the summary and any other information about this series in the INDEX, along with other chapters as I post them!
A/N: Try good guy Billy on for size!
Warnings: Drinking, intense drunk attitude.
Part Eight
The music has took full control of my body and mind. The feeling of being tispy is enjoyable. Stacy and I had arrived to Tommy’s party a couple hours ago, already having just enough to drink to make things extra fun. I decided to ditch wearing a costume and opted for my casual party attire. With dad thinking I’m just at Stacy’s again. I made sure to cover my tracks this time around, no cigarettes left behind, and my book bag is in Stacy’s car. Having just downed another cup of alcohol, I was dancing in the crowd, as it slowly kicks in.
My hips rock to the beat, bumping with others hips, strangers or not, I don’t mind. Stacy scores herself a cute piece of eye candy that has drug her off somewhere, doing god knows what. Feeling the drinks race through my veins, catching the jolt of tingles in my body, I accidentally bump my backside into someone, rather hard.
“Steve!!!” I say when I turn to see it’s him that I bumped. My voice overly excited.
“Hey, it’s you!” He says smiling. I shake my head yes, still dawdling with the music.
“Steve!! Hey!” I say laughing, still tossing my hips side to side.
“Are you having a good time?” He asks while watching me dance.
“Absolutely...amazing!” I say in bliss, throwing my head back, really feeling the music. The beat has picked up, I jump and really put my body into it.
“That’s great, that’s great!” He says, I couldn’t tell if he had much to drink or not. He begins to move his shoulders with the music, still in front of me.
“Where’s Nacy?” I wonder over the loud music.
“I don’t know, we, we kind of broke up.” He says, causing me to instantly stop dancing.
“Oh no! No! That’s so sad!” I say with puppy dog eyes, pouting my lip.
“I’m alright, really.” He says.
“Then let’s dance!! Dance with me Steve! It’s so fun!” I yell, grabbing his arms, spinning us around. Getting my groove back quickly. He just moves slowly, his face scanning the crowd.
“I’ll pass, I’m going go talk to some friends. Alright?” He says, although I hear him just fine, I’m too lost in the music to respond. He moves out of the crowd.
Dancing on my own with the crowd that’s now packed tight of bodies hustling against one another, I close my eyes and let go. I was full of energy, and there was no stopping me. Or so I thought.
Throwing myself forward, as the crowd behind me seems to be rubbing against me, my chest hits someone’s back.
It’s Billy. He turns to face me quickly, and I stop moving. My vision blurs, my head spins. There’s two of him until I blink my eyes a few times. He’s wearing a dark red button down, that’s unbuttoned most of the way, exposing his chest. He wears a necklace with a cross on it. His hair fluffed and curly than ever. He only stares at me, not knowing what to do, not speaking to me.
I step backwards only to bump the crowd that tosses me back into him. His chest catches my fall. I can smell his cologne and its intoxicating, but in a good way. As much as part of me wants to stay there that close to him, my senses are telling me I’m not suppose to be there.
Pulling away and crossing the edge of the crowd where it’s more spacious, I see Tommy’s island of drinks. Stammering over to it for more, I slip right when it’s within reach, I grab the counters edge as my legs forget how to work, taking me down with them.
Raising myself up, the dizziness is intense. Grabbing a cup and clumsily pouring liquor in it, over filling it, it spills over the edges a bit. I begin to chug it down, when Billy appears.
He takes my wrist and lowers the cup away from me.
“Where the fuck is Harrington?” He asks, his eyes are glassy, his eyelids drooping, effects from the alcohol.
“Steve? Why, why would I know that?” I mutter.
“That shithead!” He says storming off and I follow him, the best I can anyways. Seeing Steve standing around with a few other guys, Billy approaches him.
“Where’s your clown suit, Harrington?!” He blares. Steve rolls his eyes, pained at Billy’s aggravation. Steve tries to ignore him.
“Hey! I’m talking to you!” Billy sings with aggression. Steve brushes off his friends, they walk away and he turns to Billy. I’m right beside them.
“Do you know how much she’s had to drink?” Billy asks, pulling my sweatshirt sleeve, bringing me closer to them. Steve raises his hands, innocent.
“I- I-“ He backs up against the fireplace. Seeming scared. Billy is filled to the brim with rage.
“Billy, Stop!” I say getting in front him, grabbing his fist he has held in the air to punch Steve. His eyes glare down at me.
“S-steve done nothing wrong...and and, why why don’t you talk to me any...more...S-Steve talks to me.” I stutter horribly. I almost break a sweat from the warmth of the alcohol.
“I didn’t even bring her here, I-“ Steve leans over, explaining himself.
“Shut the hell up!” Billy yells to him. Steve jerks back away.
“Don’t don’t yell so loud B-billy.” I plea to him, my hands on his shoulders, rubbing down his shirt. He pulls me under his arm tightly, turning around leading us out of the house. I wiggle from his grip several times and yell slurs at him, asking him to just stop and talk to me. He’s strong enough to keep urging me, we make it outside to his car.
I’m silly drunk, but still am aware that it’s not safe to drive. He places me in his passenger seat, slamming the door on me. I’m yelling, my anxiety making me afraid. He gets in the driver side. I tug at the sterling wheel, still yelling. I honk the horn obnoxiously.
“Hey, Hey!” He screams, holding both of my hands. I pause to look at him. He dangles his keys in front of me, tossing them in my lap.
“I’m not driving, I just wanna talk.” He says firmly. I sit back properly in my seat, laying my head on the headrest.
“Then talk!” I muster a yell. My brow muscles clench. I throw my head to the side to look at him, resting my cheek on the headrest.
He exhales a harsh breath. His eyes seem deep in thought. My expression remains the same. He rubs his face with his hands and groans.
“Shit!” He hits the steering wheel. Pressing his head to his hands, griping the rim tightly.
“Fuck!” I bark at him, then giggling. The giggles grow into a silly laughing fest. After watching me for a few seconds, a smile creeps on his face. He chuckles, rubbing his temples.
The laughing dies out and he lights himself a cigarette. I grab his hand that holds the pack.
“I want one!” I say.
“Knock yourself out.” He tosses the pack in my lap. His eyes looking out the windshield. Forgetting the cigarettes, I can’t stop looking at him.
“Who brought you?” He asks, smoke eases out his mouth between his words.
“Stacy.” I say, my eyes feeling heavy, my head weighing double it’s size.
“Some friend you have, Jefferson left with Kenny hours ago.” He shakes his head.
“She’s a great friend.” I mumble with my eyes closed.
I didn’t notice him grabbing the keys, because the start of the engine startles me. Turning in the seat, laying my head on the window, sinking into the seat lazily.
“Where are we going?” I mumble. I feel the car move in reverse.
“I’m taking you home.” My eyes pop open.
“No no no. I’ll get in trouble.” I cry, tugging on his arm while he continues to drive. He sighs, clenching his jaw.
“I’ll take you back to my place, my parents are out of town.”
“Where did they go?” I say, my eye lids fluttering open and closed.
“Some family reunion, I guess they are too embarrassed to let their kids tag along.” He huffs, not taking his eyes off the road.
I must have dozed off during the rest of the drive, I wake up to Billy opening my car door. We’re parked at his house. My head already feels like someone has hit me with a hammer repeatedly.
The walk up to his door is agony. Almost tripping on each of his steps, since I’m seeing double again. He fiddles the lock with one hand, his other around me. I bury my face into him, smelling that cologne again. The door opens and there’s lights on in his living room. The light pierces my eyes, sending a wave of pain through me.
“Billy?” I hear his little sister, Max.
“Go to your room, Max.” He orders. She’s relaxing on the couch, watching television.
“Is she okay?” She asks concerned.
“Go to your fucking room!” He yells, I grab my head in pain, groaning. Max holds a pissed face before struting out of the room.
“Easy there, don’t trip.” He guides me down a hall. We enter a room. It’s pretty plain. Just a few posters of girls in binkis, a thick stack of playboy magazines rest on his nightstand.
He places me on the foot of the bed, stepping back once I can keep my balance. Even though I’m not feeling like myself and I’m tired, my thoughts cloud me.
“I’m s-s-sorry... Billy.” I say, clenching my eyes shut so I can’t see anything. “I- I never wanted you to, to go away.” I feel a lump in my throat, and all the other signs that I may begin to cry evade me. I feel the bed sink a little beside of me. I open my eyes and look at him. Tears don’t help my already perplexed vision.
“I wish I hadn’t.” He admits.
He faces forward, looking down. His thick lashes covering most of his bloodshot eyes.
“Then, stop pushing me away...” I mumble lowly, a tear falls down my cheek.
“And fuck up this thing between you and Harrington?” He shakes his head, I can tell he’s holding back emotions of his own.
“Nothing is between me and Steve!” My words are still slurring. I get up in anger, my head is nothing but clouds and fog, making it hard to stand up straight. “Why-why do you say that... that’s s-stupid!”
“Jessica told everyone Nancy dumped him because you two are getting too close.” He says like he doesn’t believe me. He stands up, looking down at me, his eyes look tired.
“That had nothing to do with me, Jessica lied...she lied, she always lies...she’s terrible!!” I yell, throwing my arms around, banging them on Billy’s chest. “S-she she ruined my family, she she...” Billy’s face is tookback by my sudden statement. He sits down pulling me down next to him again. His face is tense on me.
“Claire. It’s alright.” He nudges me, my face swelling up with tears. The ugly cry finally breaks.
“It’s not, no no, it’s not... I- I- just want to be with you, just you you...” I say, my voice in a high pitched whine. I cling to Billy’s arm, my tears dampen his sleeve.
“Claire, don’t say that unless you mean it.”
“But I do.” I say peering up to met his gaze. Those big, darkened eyes seem to regain their shine. There’s only one way to prove what I say is true.
I close my eyes, leaning into the kiss. It’s wet and sloppy, but it’s soothes the soul. The type of kiss that just melts away the pain. The kind of kiss you daydream about.
