Prologue- Crimson and Clover
November, 1976. Hawkins, Indiana
The loudest sound emanating behind Town Hall was her laugh. Blusterous and erratic and charming as hell, Kenneth Miller thought, twirling a strand of strawberry blond around his finger. She was a pretty thing, little Peggy. Always smiling and putting on a show, fingers through her hair, lips painted delicately in pink. He wasn’t far from those lips, and it was only seconds before the light of her laugh was snuffed out by his mouth.
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So I haven’t written in ages. And also I am trash for the dumpster fire that is Billy Hargrove. And in spite of him being 50 shades of absolutely nOT OKAY, I have had a redemption arc in my head, and this is me bringing it to life. If you like ST and/or Billy Hargrove, or you just want more fics with vintage Brooke Shields as the face claim, then you should read this. If not, I totally understand and respect you. Love love love you.
Xoxoxox, kitty
