#cc!billy x reader

“Have you not noticed it every time we go up against them?” One of Reilly’s campers asks, mirroring Reilly’s stance with her arms folded across her chest.

“Keep your nose out of it, kid.” Billy rolls his eyes and turns to the kids. “You better win this.” He says as he sits on the bench and crosses his arms.

They lost… To say Billy was unhappy is an understatement, he spent the rest of the day in a sour mood but always puffed up his chest whenever he saw you. What he didn’t realize in all the grumbling or showing off he was doing, was that the kids noticed the way his demeanor changed whenever you were in his sights. His group noticed the smirks and the occasional glances and how he’d always try to show off and act bigger when you were around. Not only was he trying to one-up you… he was trying to impress you, even if he didn’t realize it.

When Billy and his group won the corn hole tournament, all the pride went to his head. He gloated about it all day and night and made sure to rub it in your face. Your kids irritated as they obviously were, went to talk to his team… without him and that’s when they saw it too. They realized that Billy had a thing for the sweet, competitive, pretty counselor that you were and came up with a new plan. One that would get the two of your teams paired together.

“y/n and Billy, your groups are paired up this week.” Henry, the main counselor who oversees the whole camp says without even a look in either of your directions.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what? You can’t pair us up.” Billy objects to Henry’s choice to pair the both of you up. “I cannot work with her.”

“Looks like you’ll have to figure out a way Mr. Hargrove,” Henry says in a dismissive tone. “You don’t have to spend your free time together but you will be working side by side for the challenges.” He says and walks away… just. like. that.

“This is going to be an interesting week.” You chuckle with your arms folded across your chest and he rolls his eyes and huff, walking away.

Sure, he thinks your hot but you are his rival counselor who has only irked his nerves this whole week with your constant competitive behavior. He grunts as his group of boys follow behind him like ducklings — he’s never liked ducks. He turns around and shoos them away, watching them all disperse in different directions… just like startles ducks.

“Well, we are in for a fun week.” You say under your breath as you turn back to your campers. “First activity is boating to the island. It looks like we get to go tubing today. Go get changed into your suits and meet me at the dock in fifteen minutes.” You say to your campers and they all scurry off to the cabin as you fold up the itinerary for the week and head out to find Billy and his campers.

You’d have to be blind to not notice that Billy was not enjoying himself at all. His bad mood was rubbing off on everyone else and putting a damper on the fun. So on the way back from the small island that wasn’t far from the camp, you decided to sit on the front of the boat with Billy.

“What are you doing?” He asks, not even looking at you.

“I hid some popsicles at the back of the freezer. I figured once we get back, our groups can hide out and eat them.” You suggest. “I know the perfect place to-”

“What happened to us not hanging out outside of the games and activities?” Billy grumbles as he tips his glasses down, looking at you with a sharp glare.

“Okay,” You sigh, “Your loss.” You go to stand up.

“I didn’t say ‘no’.” He says quickly but in a nonchalant tone as if it were no big deal. With a small smile, you plop back down beside him. “Don’t smile like that, the kids will think we are getting along.”

“Aren’t we?”

“No.” He shakes his head and stands up, jumping onto the dock and impatiently waiting.

You watch as the kids clamor off the boat and onto the dock but the only thing you can think of is why Billy is such a dick. Why would he come here if he wasn’t even going to try to have fun? Finally, you step onto the dock with the rest of yours and Billy’s group and clear your throat to get their attention.

“Billy has a surprise for us but we can’t let the other campers know.” You say in a hushed voice as you lead everyone to the kitchen.

Billy was completely surprised when you gave him the credit for the popsicles. It was a nice gesture but it came out of nowhere and he wasn’t sure how to take it. Then later that evening you asked him to join in on a game of cards with your campers. His initial answer was 'no’ but then you pushed and pushed and pushed, finally appealing to his competitive side when you asked if he was afraid of losing at a little game of go-fish. He found it completely annoying and utterly stupid that you kept inviting him to do things but at the same time doesn’t mind looking at you. You’re a…

“…pretty sight.” Billy unknowingly says aloud as he is looking at you.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You ask, looking up at him. You were so invested in the game that you didn’t catch what he said but guessing by the giggles coming from the campers, they did.

“Nothing.” He says with a shake of his head, cheeks slightly tinged red. “It’s just… you’re terrible at this game.”

“I am not!” you exclaim, offended at him insulting your go-fish abilities.

“You so are.” Billy chuckles, holding up his cards and making sure to rub in your face that he is winning.

He glances at the campers that hold smiles and prideful looks on their faces. With a sneer from Billy, those looks are quickly wiped from their faces as they stare down at their cards. You notice that the campers move a few inches away from him and toward you.

After the game ends, Billy and his campers head out to their cabin so that they can make it inside before lights out. You and the girls change into sleeping clothes and get settles in the beds. It’s not long before your campers are fast asleep but for some reason, sleep isn’t coming very easily for you. Kicking off the blankets, you make your way across the cabin and out the door for a short walk.

The smell of cigarette smoke fills your nose. Cigarettes are a 'no-go’ inside the camp and if the head counselor were to catch anyone smoking… So you follow the smell until you reach the dock, a familiar figure sits at the end with smoke billowing around them. You quietly walk to the end of the dock and take a seat beside him.

“Here to bust me for this?” He asks, blowing smoke in your face.

“Here to tell you that this may not be the best place to smoke.” You lean back on your hands, staring up at the stars. “I know a place you won’t get caught, I can show you if you’d like.”

“You do?” He asks surprised. “Ms. Goody-goody?”

“Only been out there once. I followed my brother out there and found him making out with his girlfriend.” You shake your head with a sigh and stand up.

“So you’re taking me to a make-out spot?” Billy asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself.” You say, glad it’s dark and he can’t see you blushing. “Just doing you a favor.”

“A favor, huh?” He chuckles. “Thanks, sweet cheeks.”

You hum and nod in response, wordlessly leading Billy toward the woods. The trek is a mildly short one, ducking under low handing branched and climbing over a particularly large fallen tree. Then making it to the small lakeside clearing, the small dock you remembered from years ago still intact.

“Be careful out here, yeah?” You nod to him as you watch him relight the cigarette and sit down on the dock.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to make sure I stick around,” Billy says as you begin to walk away.

“I’d be a shame if those kids were left without a counselor.” You say over your shoulder as you continue walking the way you came.

“No, they’d enjoy it. It’s not like I get along with them.” He scoffs and mumbles barely loud enough for you to hear.

You stop in your tracks and with a small sigh, you turn back around and sit next to him on the dock. Kicking your sandals off, you dip your feet in the cool lake water. It’s completely silent for a few minutes, just the two of you under the moonlight and surrounded by the smell of cigarettes and pine.

“If you hung back to say som gushy, sentimental shit, you can save it.” He shakes his head, flicking the cigarette into the water.

“Nope, not going to say anything. I’m just going to sit here… if that’s okay with you?” You stare out at the moon reflecting off the water.