#no thooughts but billy hot

[catharrington]

ok i also love ur writing and this prompt thing so how abt 111 + something like "i miss u"

You love my writing? 💘Thank you babe!! I love both of these lines ~~

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111- “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

Good morning <3 i miss u

He sent the text and kicked his ass about it the whole time. It’s been two days, just two stupid short days; but long enough it had Steve aching in his bones.

In the middle of his desk laid open a thick physiology book that might as well be in a foreign language. Steve couldn’t force himself to focus, and he didn’t want to. He had his phone sitting over the black and white text instead. The screen stayed blank, only his own needy text winking back at him.

He tapped out a beat with his pen againt his open notes. Worrying his bottom lip hot between his teeth.

Steve cursed a little under his breath and turned his face, huffing about the whole damn thing. He knew he was pouting like a child but he didn’t care. It hurt.

Then a vibrating brought him back. It was embarrassing how quick he dropped his pen to scoop up the new notification.

Srry

And that’s really, really not what he wanted to see. Just one word. Not even spelt all the way. Who the hell does Billy Hargrove think he is. Steve has half the mind to not reply. Keep him in the dark for two days, let him get a taste of his own medicine or whatever. But Steve’s fingers itched. And his bones ached to be held again.

Coffee?

He typed back. I’m a needy bitch is what he should have typed be sure he felt it hard enough.

Then the three little dots came up in the screen, letting Steve know Billy was there. Was replying to him just as quick. He held his breath.

Yea. Gonna buy my boy mocha with extra whip cream like last wek?

Steve pushed his index finger knuckle into his mouth to bite down. Maybe he wasn’t falling apart, maybe Billy didn’t forget about their dumb dates at the college cafe. He had bought a tall foamy mocha that was spilling over the sides while Billy nursed a simple americano in his thick fingers.

Those fingers that slid him extra napkins, before twisting around a curl that escaped from his totally cliche but totally fitting bun. And those fingers that pulled his bag strap close enough to kiss after the coffee grew cold. Steve sighed into the soft hug, letting his arms cup around Billy’s warm denim jacket. Just for a second, just to say good bye, before he let go.

It sent shivers down his spine then and now. He really missed the way those fingers felt.

If you are offering to pay?? I’m already there!

Steve was pushing off his desk. His studying can wait. Could burn up and die for all he cared. Now he was shrugging into his cordory jacket and day dreaming of Billy’s fingers gripping the lapels.

Hey. Small price to pay if it’ll get me another hug. I’ll meet you there.

Slinging his messenger bag back over his shoulder Steve paused in his dorm room doorway, fingers curled around his phone and thumb circling the screen as he thought of what to type back.

You can’t just hug me and think two days of ghosting is okay </3

He bites his lip again, gripping the door knob, shuffling one foot to the next as he watched that little stupid dot bubble dance.

Have mercy on me? What is the price of pretty boys pretty smile?

Steve has the lock clicked on his door quick. He tries not to be too annoying as he struts across the well manicured campus grass. The cafe has obnoxious blue umbrellas set up with the nice weather, maybe he’ll ask Billy if he wants to sit outside. The sunlight would look so good reflecting off his light blue eyes.

Start with the mocha EXTRA whip then I’ll let you know from there ;)

He texts back just to be a tease. Then slips his phone in his back pocket.