#time for another arsenal post for this week's flashback friday!!!

[footballandshit]

Jack Wilshere

⇨ FA Cup Winners Parade (May 31, 2015)

[collecting-stories]

Poolside - Billy Hargrove

Thanks, I had this idea after watching the clip from season 3 of stranger things where Billy work as a lifeguard: he's been in love with YN Henderson since he moved and he finded out that she was at the pool this vacation, he quickly get a job there in hopes to talk toher( and see her in a bikini) but, Dustins sister didn't believe him, that he changed (character development there) and it gos with flashbacks of them together, until the day he goes to work and she goes to see him (cute couple)

A/N: This is AU and goes back and forth with present day and flashbacks. 

Poolside | Billy Hargrove x reader

If there was one thing that Billy Hargrove knew about Dustin Henderson’s older sister it was that she wouldn’t give him the time of day. He was certain that he could drown in the Hawkins’ Pool and she would keep on sitting up on her lifeguard chair, pretending like she didn’t even know he existed. He’d tried everything too. Or at least, all his usual stuff. The whole arsenal of Hargrove charm was unloaded on her and still, nothing. She’d ignored him from the day he arrived in Hawkins aside from one time when he was jerking Steve around and she’d shoved his shoulder in the hallway when he walked past, and called him a loser. That was the first and last time she ever spoke to him and it wasn’t even a positive interaction but that didn’t matter. Billy was hooked.  

-

You looked down the length of the pool to where Billy was emerging from the changing rooms, sunglasses on and looking like he just stepped off an episode of Miami Vice. You rolled your eyes at the moms who were lined up beside your post, waiting for Billy to walk past. They were gross, leering at a teenager like he was a piece of meat. Two more minutes and your shift would be done and you wouldn’t have to think about the creepy way Mrs. Wheeler smiled when she saw Billy walk along the poolside. There was only one good thing that came with working opposite his shift every Tuesday. If you hated the way the mothers looked at him then you loved the way they glared at you, like they were truly contemplating jumping from their loungers and throwing you into the pool.  

“Henderson.” Billy greeted, sliding his sunglasses up onto his head. He watched you climb down the short ladder, eyes lingering on your legs and ass in your one-piece.  

“Hargrove.” You finally replied, turning off the last step so you were face to face with him. And then, with all the mothers leaned in their chairs so they had the perfect view, you grabbed the back of his head and kissed him. He kissed back, grip on the ladder tightening as he let himself get a little lost in the way you ran your tongue over his bottom lip and grazed your teeth against his skin.  

When you pulled away he was looking almost like someone had drugged him. You grinned, letting him go and walking back passed the women, each one trying to jedi mind-trick you into the pool. At the last mother you turned, blowing your whistle at Billy who was staring right at you. “Eyes on the pool lifeguard.”  

“Yes ma’am.” He teased, that easy smile returning to his face as he climbed up the ladder.  

-

The first time Billy tried to speak to you the school year had just ended. Everyone was talking about summer and vacations and the mall that had just begun construction in downtown Hawkins. It was boring by California standards, which Billy made sure to announce to every single person who asked him what he was planning on doing for the summer.  

“Being bored man,” he had replied when Tommy asked him. They were standing around the school parking lot smoking. “Nothing but shit in Hawkins, not like Los Angeles.”  

He saw you walking to your bike as Tommy said something about the girls in LA. Billy was already a million miles away from the conversation though as he walked down the hill to where you were, ignoring Tommy and Carol calling him in favor of trying to talk to you. He flung his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out as he stepped up on the curb.  

“Bike rack giving you trouble?” He asked, smiling.

You looked over your shoulder at him, maneuvered your backpack, and resumed pulling your bike from amongst the others. “I got it.”  

“Ya know, I could give you a ride?” He was over confident in his proposition because he’d never been turned down for a ride before. Girls were usually waiting for him to ask, ready to say yes before he’d even approached them so he wasn’t expected the look of annoyance you shot him as you mounted your bike.  

“I got it.” you repeated, clearer this time as though his hearing had been the reason he wasn’t getting that you didn’t want any help from him. “If you would move?”

Billy took a step back, more out of confusion than because you asked, and nodded his head. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

He watched you bike away and despite the cold shoulder he’d been dealt he still felt that same draw to you that he had the first time he saw you at the Halloween party, sipping punch with another junior. Your eyes had locked with his and when he’d given you his signature smirk you’d only rolled your eyes and turned away from him. There was no indication from you at any point from October until now that you were interested in him at all but Billy couldn’t help the feeling of wanting to get to know you. To know what it felt like to have all your attention.  

-

Your shift at the pool was over but Billy was giving you a ride home and he had a whole five hours to kill before he could leave so you went to the changing rooms and swapped out your lifeguard bathing suit for a two piece you’d bought when you took Sadie to Starcourt last week.  

The job of the lifeguard was pretty basic: watch the pool, make sure no one drowns, make sure everyone follows the rules, blow the whistle at four pm for adult swim. All that was really required was that the lifeguard was good at swimming, could blow a whistle, and didn’t take their eyes off the pool. Simple enough, and yet Billy was having an increasingly difficult time doing his job this afternoon. You had set up a lounge chair directly across the pool from his station and were sun bathing in the two piece he’d seen in your bag but definitely hadn’t imagined being quite as appealing on you as it was. He shifted in his seat, eyes on you as you reclined on the lounger, your own eyes obscured by sunglasses. Probably closed though, it would be just like you to drift off while you were sunbathing.  

Billy placed the whistle between his lips, watching you from behind the sunglasses that were perched on his nose. He could hear the moms chattering below him as he pretended to scan the pool area. It was nearing adult swim and he had his whistle ready for the moment but he was more invested in you sunbathing than in his job.  

Another lifeguard, a friend of Tommy’s named Derek or Derk or something, stopped to talk to you and Billy leaned forward a little bit, watching as you took off your sunglasses and gave the guy towering over your lounger your full attention. When he leaned in, bracing a hand on the back of the chair and you laughed Billy decided enough was enough and blew his whistle. The sound was shrill against the backdrop of shouting children and cannonballs. Everyone seemed to turn their attention toward him, curious to see who the lifeguard was going to yell at.  

“Hey,” Billy’s voice sounded almost louder than the whistle. “You two, quit distracting the lifeguards, we’re trying to work here.”

“Sorry Hargrove, didn’t mean to distract you.” Derek/Derk shouted back, looking smug. Billy had half a mind to jump off the guard post and tackle the asshole to the ground.

You smiled at Billy and winked but said nothing about his blatant display of petty jealousy. Your boyfriend was nothing if not needlessly dramatic most of the time. It was something you were gradually becoming more and more used to. You had even begun to find it endearing rather than annoying when his dramatic side came out.  

-

Billy wasn’t entirely sure how he had won you over but he somehow managed to get you to agree to a date. It wasn’t anything fancy, a double feature at the movie theatre, some blockbuster end of the year hit that was being advertised all over the place. He really wished he could zero in on exactly what it was that made you say yes to another date. Was it the way he had asked you? Or maybe he’d done his hair in a particularly good way that morning. The clothes were ones he’d worn plenty of times but had he ever worn them in this combination? He couldn’t remember.  

All he remembered was the nervous feeling gnawing at the bottom of his stomach, threatening to crawl out of his esophagus and strangle him alive. On the surface Billy was a fairly confident guy. Tough although a little mean at times he was trying to fix the parts of himself that he didn’t like any more. He’d been nicer to Max already, something she had told Dustin who told you during dinner one night the week before you agreed to the date with Billy. So okay, maybe part of him changing himself was based on getting you to go out with him but it wasn’t completely that. At least he wanted to believe that it wasn’t. And if it was, at least he was becoming a better person, and that was good...right?

He asked you out on a Friday, just after the last bell rang as you stood by your locker. He listening to Tommy drone on about something unimportant when he looked in your direction, something he did frequently, and found you looking at him. Billy wasn’t ever embarrassed to be caught staring at someone. Usually when he was it meant that they shared his interest. But he had never seen you looking at him before, and he looked at you a lot.  

You glared and then turned away from him, back towards your locker. Billy took the opportunity though, breaking away from the boring group of kids that he hung around with in Hawkins, and walked the short distance to your locker. He leaned himself against the wall, arm over his head to show off his muscles. It was a classic move of his, it had worked plenty of times.  

“Hey,” he greeted, self-confident smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes, “what do you want Hargrove?”  

“How about you let me take you out tonight? There’s a double feature down at the theatre.” He spoke with a lot more confidence he had, something he had trained himself to do expertly.  

“No.” You shook your head. Just because he had managed to get you to say yes doesn’t mean you had said yes immediately.

“Come on,” he started, pushing through his speech when you fixed him with an annoyed glare. “Just one night.”  

You shut your locker and turned to him, watching the way his arm came off the wall and he shoved his hands in his pockets. Dustin had told you all about how nice he’d been lately to Max but he was still hanging out with Tommy and Carol. Still skipping school to smoke pot under the bleachers. He hadn’t totally changed but... “one date Hargrove. You can pick me up at six.” You said, pushing passed him.  

You missed the dopey look on his face.

-

“Why’re you trying to torture me?” Billy asked, trapping you between his car and himself. You had brought Max and her friends to the pool on your day off. While you had thought about telling Billy you were planning on coming you decided you would much rather surprise him. So you showed up, another new two piece, and parked yourself right across from his lifeguard station, just like you always did.  

When you had finally gotten up to buy something from the concession Billy had blown his whistle quietly as you passed him. You stopped, smiling and turning to look up at him as he hung over the side of the stand.  

“What’d I tell you about distracting the lifeguards?”

“Sorry it’s just...there’s this one lifeguard-”

“Oh yeah?” His sunglasses slid down his nose a little and he looked at you over the rims.  

“He’s super hot.” You grinned, dragging out the u in super.  

“Lucky him.” He played along. He sat back, leaning against the chair and fixing his sunglasses, “I got break in ten.”

“You don’t say.”

Billy spared you a glance, trying to act nonchalant about the situation which made you smile. “Meet me by my car?”

“I’ll see you there.” You replied, walking the rest of the way to the concession. You polished off the fries you got in less than five minutes and then sat at the edge of the pool chatting with El while Max and the boys had a diving competition. When you saw Heather walking up to Billy’s lifeguard stand you stood and headed out to his car as promised.  

You leaned against the passenger side, still in your two piece with a pair of high waisted shorts on. When you saw him walking toward you the smile on your face was undeniable. How you went from hating him to liking him was beyond you but he had managed to work some sort of charm on you. He was quick to pull you into a kiss, pinning you against the side of the car.  

“Why’re you trying to torture me?”  

“Cause it’s fun?” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you. He put one hand on the car to hold himself steady and wrapped his other arm around your waist.  

“What are you doing after this?” He asked, leaning in to kiss your neck. His lips were soft against your slightly sweaty skin. The heat that radiated from you laying out in the sun made him smile against your collarbone.  

“Taking your sister and El to the movies. It’s girls’ day.” You replied, running your fingers through his hair, brushing the strands away from his shoulders.

His eyes met yours, the smallest pout threatening to break through his features. “How about you have girls’ day tomorrow?” He requested, leaning back in and placing a kiss on your hairline.  

“I promised Max.”  

“She’ll survive.”  

“So will you.” You laughed, moving your hands to his chest and pushing him away from you.  

“Tease.” He called, catching up with you as you walked back towards the pool gate. He grabbed your waist, pulling your feet off the ground and kissing your neck once again.  

“Billy!” You grabbed at his hands, laughing as he leaned back to lift you further off the ground and bend you slightly backwards over him. “Put me down!”  

“Have girls’ day tomorrow.” He replied, shaking you back and forth.

“No, I promised Max!” You cried, determined not to give in.  

“Have girls’ day tomorrow.” He repeated.  

A whistle caught your attention and Billy put you down, looking over to the gate where Heather stood, whistle still in her mouth. She spit the whistle out, “your break is over.”  

You took the opportunity to pull out of Billy’s arms completely and head toward the gate again, turning one last time to wink at him. He shook his head and walked back to his lifeguard post, climbing up the ladder and putting his sunglasses back on, already turning his attention to you as you joined Max in the pool.  

-

Fingers crossed this worked with the flashbacks included. Billy isn’t a favorite of mine but I did my best lol. 

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