#THE HORSEY PARALLELS KILL ME 😭😭😭😭 the fact that he gets to be her horsey in both eras 😭 BYE ITS SO PRECIOUS

[lucygraysboy]

“my girl.” melting into a puddle upon hearing lucy gray’s sweet voice confirm that she indeed is his, billy wonders if she can feel his heart thundering in his chest with how close they are and if she knows she’s to blame for it. adoring gaze flickering to her beauty mark, he can’t help himself and kisses it, too. the pad of his thumb gently stroking the skin afterwards, admiring and loving on it some more. “i’d been dreamin’ ‘bout this moment for so long, never thought it’d happen in virginia, though. if front of a target? well, that one i could have predicted, with it bein’ your favorite place in the world,” he playfully teases, a laugh escaping his lips. his breath coming out in puffs of white frosty clouds. staying still as her mitten-clad fingers tug down on his beanie, covering the tips of his ears and keeping them warm. “thank you for makin’ sure my ears don’t turn to icicles,” he coos, marveling at her for a few more seconds before deciding he unfortunately has to start walking again, unless they want to die out here. one hand reluctantly leaving her body to grab onto the cart handle and pull it towards lucy gray’s truck.

“oh, i remember that so well.” and just like that he’s laughing again, thinking about their younger years and how she was never an ordinary girl. they watched snow white and rapunzel and other disney productions together, played with baby dolls and barbies and action figures, but she could also outrun most of the neighborhood boys, get dirty and make mud pies in the rain, climb trees, race her bike alongside his for hours, play cowboys and indians… they always did everything together. “they were idiots with fragile egos, even at the tender age of six,” he chuckles, but genuinely means it. anyone who doesn’t see how amazing lucy gray is, is a dimwit in his eyes, regardless of age. “i wasn’t gonna let ‘em tell you no or turn you into some damsel in distress when you was the mightiest cowgirl in the whole wild west. my hero.” he genuinely loved playing with her, loved how they could switch roles and if one day she was saving him, then the next he got to save her. 

“those boys weren’t half as creative or dedicated as you.” he kisses one of her warm cheeks, deciding to playfully counter, “you know what? i think i loved you first.” stifling a smirk, snow crunching beneath his heavy boots as they tread through the fluffy white blanket. “you got the keys or are they in my jacket?” he wonders aloud, having spotted her car. he squeezes her close to him, knowing he’ll be coming back to this moment when he’s back in new york city, wishing to relive it. “you know what, i’m glad you still haven’t treaded me for a younger stallion.” laughing as she nudges his waist, he lets go of the cart for a second and grabs her by the ankle. squeezing. three times.

"why, sure i am." accent chimes, cheeky smile adorning her olive features. happy to have that affect on him. angelic hues glimmering sweet like a sea of warm maple at what she stares at, her adorable faced boy she loves with all her heart. it didn't feel right not having him hanging against her heart in that picture in her locket, now she regretted trying to throw it out. fingers move underneath her mittens to fix his hat, pulling the material further down over his ears to make sure they don't get cold.

once his eyes open to meet hers, her heart does back flips at the prettiest sea of mysterious blue. she'd been staring at him her whole her life and she still would never get over, being mesmerized, how beautiful he is– on the outside and inside. "not just the boys, alright? i loved playin' cowboys and indians too when we were little ole youngins. you're the only boy who'd let me play, though. fair n' square, i mean." when she wanted her girl cowgirl to come and save the day, but the neighborhood boys were always throwing a fit about her being the winner, her being the hero... because 'she was a girl' and 'ew, so that means you can't be!'. lucy gray as a little girl would throw far more than a hissy about that. the only thing that stopped her from stomping her cowboy boots in mud trying to splatter on them and crying with her arms crossed, was billy being the one to let her win. "and that's why i was in love with you even at six." she laughed, her cheeks blushing admitting all this.

"oh, darlin'. you don't gotta tell me twice." about following him around. she's done that her whole life, she'd never stop now. "i will, i'll definitely show you next time." the brunette beams, she'll just have to be careful to not let him stumble over the other more secretive pages. "okay, we will." feeling optimistic, it almost was scary to let her heart soar so loudly and excitedly, feeling all the positivity in making her life with him work. but, decided to push away any of those fears trying to nag at her since her worries was always the wedge of conflict that she seemed to always dagger between them when she allowed those anxieties and trust issues to win. "yeah, walk us on over there so we can start loadin' this stuff. i'll hang onto you. giddy up." foot gently nudged his waist, smiling amusingly as she urges him to start moving like one of her horseys.