《Done For [Billy Hargrove]》Chapter Twenty: Matching Scrunchies
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-'ˏ Billy's Pov ˎ'-
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Billy Hargrove's House
Friday , 9:52 p.m
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I could hear light sniffles in the background. Like someone had recently been crying. I could tell it was Max because she cries all the goddamn time.
"Is he gonna be okay?" Someone whispered.
Instantly I shot up and opened my eyes. Blinking until my eyes came into focus I saw Margo and Max hesitantly standing in the doorway. Ignoring the pain shooting from my ribs I continued to stare at her sideview. Her mom jeans clung to her hips and she had her hair loosely tied back into a wavy ponytail with a scrunchie. A scrunchie identical to mine in a different color. Little pieces were pulled out to frame her face and her converses still weren't tied right. I chuckled causing them to turn and look at me. Max came rushing forward while Margo stayed put and gave me a small wave and smile.
"Billy?" Max said excitedly. "I'm sorry I couldn't get Neil off I tried I really did-" She cried out before I cut her off.
"It's okay kid, you know it's not your fault."
I pointed to Margo who was leaning awkwardly against my door frame as she stared in horror at the deadbolt placed outside the door. Looking at how her face scrunched up as she scanned the room I knew she was trying really hard to remember. I frowned at her feeling my own heart ache for her.
"She doesn't remember if thats what you're going to ask." Max told me sadly.
"Why is she here."
She shrugged at me. "She wants to remember really badly. Came over here saying her doctor said to try and jog her memory to remember as much as she could."
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"Scared the shit out of Neil tho when she knocked. She's too good at patching up injuries. Better than me and I skateboard."
I weakly nodded at her and then cringed at how stupid I must have looked passed out and bleeding.
I fell back onto my bed and closed my eyes hoping they both would go away so I could be miserable by myself. The dip at the end of my bed lifted as Max got up but was replaced quickly by another body. The door shut and me and Margo were left alone.
"Hi." Her soft voice whispered to me.
"Hey." I whispered back. I really thought she would have hated me.
I opened my eyes to look at her. A bandage was placed over some stitches on her lower jawline. I felt my face slip into a frown as I looked at how hurt and tired she looked.
She self consciously reached up to touch it and tried turning that part of her face away from me. "I know it's ugly." She muttered embarrassed.
"No, no, no, thats not why I was looking." I said backtracking fastly. I'd be damned if I fucked up this second chance.
"I feel bad you are hurt because of me. The pink bandaid actually looks really badass." I said to her smiling.
She smiled back widely before it fell back into a frown. "Everyone's telling me it's not your fault. Something ran into the road? See that's not your fault." She said trying to comfort me.
I chuckled. I should be the one comforting her, not the other way around.
"How are you gonna believe what they said when you don't remember anything?" I questioned her softly. Her face scrunched back up and I could tell she was frustrated.
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"Well I remember some things.." She argued.
I reached out to stroke her cheek gently. "You don't even know my name." I said sadly.
"I remember you were important to me."
"My name is William Hargrove." I told her as she leaned into my outstretched hand.
"My name is Margaret."
"I know." I said rolling my eyes playfully. "I didn't forget you. Or how important you were to me." I whispered quietly enough that she wouldn't hear it.
Her cheeks turned red as she struggled to come up with her next question.
"We weren't dating." I said answering the question she was so clearly thinking.
"Oh." She replied looking me up and down sadly. I suppressed my smile as she not so slickly checked me out.
"Only because you didn't say yes." I added.
Her eyebrows scrunched up. "Why would I do that?" She questioned as she took a peek at the portion of my abs not covered by the sheets.
I shrugged lightly at her before laying back down. "I'm mean."
"You don't seem mean?" She said moving closer.
"I am."
She shook her head at me and pointed towards my bed. I pressed myself towards the right side, making a space big enough to accommodate her. She quickly kicked off her shoes and jumped onto it. The whole bed shook as she did so and she let out a light giggle.
"Sorry." She muttered as I fought to keep the headache down.
"It's cool. I like seeing you happy." I told her honestly. She laid down beside me so that we were facing each other. I propped myself up with my arm and she snuggled into my pillow.
"I don't think you are mean."
I shrugged because I wasn't in the mood to argue with her.
She suddenly had a big grin on her face. "Billy!" She said excitedly.
"That's my name." I told her back softly smiling at her.
"I remembered. Your nickname is Billy!"
My face stretched into an even bigger smile than hers. "Yeah it is." I said laughing at her excitement. I was excited too. For her. For us.
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