Yours Forever
Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Reader Words: 3,798 Warnings: Language, agnst Song Inspiration: Travelin’ Soldier by Dixie Chicks Summary: Billy is heading into the army and you agreed to penpals which inevitably leads to falling in love. A/N: This is by far the longest fic I’ve ever written but I really like it. I would really appreciate your feedback on this one, I spent a lot of time writing it and would love to know your thoughts. Also, I’m sorry for any mistakes, it’s currently 2:19am and I’m about to pass out, I’ll probably go through and re-edit tomorrow.
As the door opens for the hundredth time that evening, the bell sends a piercing chime over the loud conversations customers held amongst themselves. Your eyes twitch ever-so-slightly at the obnoxious noise. One would think you’ve gotten used to it by now since you’ve spent most of your high school career within these four walls serving strangers. But that damn bell makes your ears want to bleed.
A curly haired boy dressed in army green saunters towards the closest vacant booth, plopping down without a glance at the strangers surrounding him. Jessica quickly grabs your wrist, pulling your eyes away from the handsome customer, “Please, do me a big favor and take table ten. I haven’t had a break in five hours,” She begs. Normally, you would’ve complained, but when your eyes land on her forfeited table, you see the man reorganizing sugar packets out of pure boredom.
Without saying a word to Jessica you straighten the small blue bow wrapped around your ponytail before tucking a menu under your arm and marching towards his table. “Good evening,” You gently place the menu in front of him as his head slowly turns to look at you. He remains silent, watching you pull a notepad and pen from your apron pocket, “I’m Y/N, I’ll be your waitress tonight,” You offer him a small smile as your script came out smoothly, “Can I start you with anything to drink? Coffee, tea, lemonade, we have Coke products,” You list off his drinking options as he clears his throat.
“Coffee, please. Black.” His gaze drops from yours, suddenly very interested in the menu before him.
“Would you like any creamer on the side?” You know the questions are annoying, but you hated being yelled at by angry customers when they weren’t happy with their meals.
“Black is just fine,” He mumbles, almost too quiet for you to hear.
“Coming right up,” You shove the notepad back into its rightful place, not bothering to scribble down the simple drink order. You can’t even walk four steps before he calls after you.
“Miss?” It was almost too quiet to pick up with all the noise surrounding you, but his quiet words still brought you to a halt.
“Yes, sir?” You question, standing beside the booth once again.
“Would you mind sitting down and talking to me? I’ve been feeling pretty low lately, it’d be nice to just talk to someone for once,” He rambles, light pink blooms on his cheek. He can’t even look at you, instead, he finds comfort at the crows perched outside the window. You never knew what those cliche butterflies felt like until that moment, you turn quickly to look at the clock, the second hand slowly making its way around the circle.
“I’m off in an hour,” You beam, “If you’re willing to wait that long.” A stretches across his face at your proposal.