Keys;
Y/N - Your Name
H/C - Hair Colour
E/C - Eye Colour
Yesterday was definitely something you wanted to forget.
You had kissed Billy yesterday.
And you're sitting with Billy today.
You watched as he twiddled his thumbs. You leaned closer to the arm of the sofa. This was awkward and you should definitely talk. You needed to talk. There's so much the two of you needed to talk about ─ the training exercise, the looks, and. Yesterday. You definitely needed to talk about yesterday.
"So." She cleared you throat, breaking the awkward silence. You never took your eyes off the muted TV before them which was now showcasing a couple holding hands. You had been very grateful that the rest of the team is out... doing whatever it is they do. "Um. I called you here for a reason," and with that you winced. Who started a sentence like that? It just made you seem, as nightwing used to say, chalant and right now you were trying to seem nonchalant.
Billy had been half bleeding to death yesterday, but that was over eighteen hours ago, and you didn't have a reason to not be composed.
Billy cleared his throat. "I figured." His voice was a little more than a squeak and you flicked a quick look at him, catching the flow of red on his face. You smiled. Well sort of. It's came out as more of a twitch on the corner of your mouth that might look more like a spasm to anyone watching.
You lets out a breath through your nose and straightened your shoulders. You still hadn't look at him. "Yesterday was ─ a spur of the moment thing. Like..." you fumbled around for the right words, and when it came up blank, you waved a hand at the TV screen where the same couple is now fighting. "Not like that. It was a 'oh my god I think you're going to die' kiss. Not a 'structured, I like you' kiss."
"So...if it had been Robin, you would have kissed him too?"
"Yes. Wait. No. You ─ stop laughing, William, I'm trying to be serious here! It was a thing. Okay. It was a thing, not A Thing."
You turned to him now, and Billy was snickering openly. You had the overwhelming urge to hit him ─ you'd really like to be far, far away from him instead, because this is not the way things were supposed to turn out (you were meant to be the nature, civilised one, and he should be the one fumbling and struggling with his words) ─ but you needed to deal with this. You needed to deal with this. It was a problem for the team, you reassured yourself; you're doing it for the team and for the good of the world.
Billy smoothed his face after a moment, and then alternates from looking at you to looking at the TV. "So it's not A Thing?"
"No."
"Ah." He scratched his cheek with a nail that is a little too long. The expression on his face is ─ uncomfortable, like the one he had worn the day you'd asked him about the Training Exercise. He's frowning and biting his lip (and that is not a good thing for kissing, but for some odd reason you found it a bit ─ just a bit ─ nice) and he has to swipe his tongue over his lips and open and close his mouth several times before getting out the words: "I... I want it to be something."
Your brain froze.
You had heard the words well enough: I want it to be something, but the actual comprehension (dating ─ holding hands ─ kissing ─ talking) took a few seconds. You focused on your breathing, the art of inhaling and exhaling, and, for some reason, is quite aware of the too short distance between you and Billy, and how your every piece, from your toes to your hair, is burning and tingling and generally being annoying.
You swallowed. The action was painful, as if she had a sore throat. You managed to crack open your mouth to spit out a croaky "What."
From the corner of your eye, you saw Billy staring right at you. His face wasn't so red anymore, though there was some pink around his ears. He outstretched his hand and his fingers come in contact with the fingers of your left hand. He's warm and the familiar feeling of dread and fear returned to your stomach.
"I like you," Billy said, like he was back in the second grade and was giving his first Valentines card. He curled his fingers loosely around yours. "I, um. I think I have for a while."
You stared at the TV some more.
Oh, you liked Billy; you had admitted that to yourself months ago. But having A Thing with him is something you definitely don't want. You didn't want that feeling of ─ of having someone so close, knowing that at any second they could just...walk away. Leave.
You doesn't want to give anyone that power over you.
Billy's grip tightened. It's ─ it's an okay feeling. His hands weren't clammy the way you'd thought they would be. "I know this is cliché," he said to you, and you dragged your eyes to his face to see a tiny smile dancing around there, "but I would never hurt you. I promise."
"Everyone says that. Everyone makes that promise." You countered, thinking of all the times you've been lied to.
"Yeah, but (Y/N)," and now Billy was closer, right beside you, and he's so warm, "I want a chance. Just...just one."
You watched as his face began to flush from your silence, the way his fingers become stiff and awkward, the way he leaned back. This is was the geeky Billy you were used to and you definitely trusted him.
"You sound like a soap opera," you replied, a chuckle dancing on your lips.
Billy's head hit the back of the sofa, his fingers slipped away from yours. He groaned and puts his arm across his eyes. "This," he says, pointing in your general direction, "is why I didn't do this before. You're so...standoffish."
"Standoffish?"
"Yes. Here I am, baring my heart and soul to you, and you're being a... You're being mean about it."
You can't help it.
You laughed, cackled, holding your stomach. You soon came to a hiccupping stop and you turned to Billy, "I'm being mean? Really? That's all you've got?"
"Calling you anything else would be harmful to my health," He muttered and it had been true, the both of you know well enough that you can punch harder than him - without his Captain Marvel powers that is. Billy lowers his arm after a moment. "I meant it, though. I'm serious. I would never hurt you, (Y/N)."
"...I know that."
"So?" He wiggled a hand at you. Then. A pair. "Can I get an answer here before I crawl home in embarrassment?"
You took a second to look at him. Past the normal features of his face ─ you looks at the slight bend in his nose, the freckles dotting his cheeks in irregular patterns, the faintest, pink scar at the corner of his right eye.
"I can kick harder than you, too," you replied at last. "Remember that."
"So that's a yes, right?" Billy grinned and puts his face right before yours. "That's a definite yes?"
You rolls your eyes and turned off the mute on the TV. Billy's arm settled around your shoulders. You pinches his leg. All he did was yelp, and made sure to leave his arm on your shoulders.
"It's a definite yes."
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A/N:
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