Young Billy Crudup Novels & Stories

Infact, that greater part of me didn't enjoy seeing Dad and Mrs Gua get close because I had a HUGE crush on Thomas. Thomas was a god. He LOOKED like one. For someone who was from the same poor background as me, he was lucky. While I was bullied and chastised for my clothes and the way I looked and how I got into a prestigious high school through a scholarship, he actually became popular.

“No, you don’t. No one does. Losing a grandparent is not the same as . . . losing a baby.” “I’m not talking about my grandmother’s death last year. I’m talking about my baby girl. The one that was born during my senior year in college.” Jodi’s mouth dropped. Baby girl? “What?” Billy put one hand on his knee and the other hand on the opposite side of Jodi, bracing himself on the bed. “The summer before our last year in college I hooked up with a girl. Her parents and mine had been friends for years. We had sex a couple of times at her parents’ place in the Hamptons. We had our fun, and then we went our separate ways. Four months later, she called me. Said she was pregnant. It was mine.” Billy

"Anders got him away from the door and into the yard. They are arguing and Billy is very upset. He keeps wagging his finger at Anders. Man, his face is beet red. If he doesn't calm down, he'll take a heart attack." "Yeah, well. After what he allowed that mob to do to you, I have little to no sympathy for Billy. I have only met him a few times now, as he sat on the other side of the interview table and let me tell you, he was a bastard." "Damn it, Drake. Before the incident, he was the nicest man on earth, but I cannot be friends with this jerk. Not the way he is behaving now. No way in hell!"

“That woman is a slut!” My dominant brow attained its highest peak in disgust at the plump man’s words. I merely chuckled in response. Instead, I turned to face the two officers in front of us, fighting the urge to slap the chubby face of the man beside me, who was wearing a blue corporate shirt and black pants. “Excuse me, officers, I hate to break it to you, but I’m the one who got duped here," I stated before folding my arms across my chest, constantly raising my left brow.

They became Innkeepers and for those first few years were happy as church mice in a wool sock. Then they lost Julia. Both took it hard, handling it in each their own ways. Billy threw himself into being the best Innkeeper he could and Amelia went on to win State in swimming that year. Eventually, they worked together to rebuild their lives without that big part of them both. Billy is a 41-year-old father. He stands a comfortable 6' tall with a slight pooch from 1 or 2 too many beers occasionally.

I turned a corner and ducked into a quiet yard, quickly slipping into an old car propped up on cement blocks. "This spot's taken," a raspy voice wheezed from the darkness. I looked up and saw Billy the Crack Rock, who I’d known from my previous life. The last useful crackhead in the neighborhood. He didn't care what work he got or even if he got paid, as long as he got his fix. And what set him apart? He was cleaner than most of the other addicts. I pulled out a $100 bill and shoved it into his hand. "I'm not staying. I'm hiding. Go the fuck back to sleep and shut up."

"I still owe you for the books." I stared at him. "The light up there does that a lot?" He glanced at the flickering bulb above us, then back at his food. "I've been eating near the equipment room. It smells like skates and regret so this is already an upgrade." I looked at him for a moment longer, then slowly shook my head at his first question. He nodded like that, settled it and pulled his tray closer. "Tyler Brooks. We got cut off yesterday." I reached for my notepad and wrote.

Billy letting the others have a moment to take in the incredible sight of his stepmother before he sent her off to get them all another beer, even though their current one’s had been barely touched. “This is the best Billy!” said Clint, “you fucking rule man!” “Hell yeah!” agreed Dougie. “How would you like her to suck your cock?” Billy asked them. After seeing Billy’s hot stepmother strip off and let them play with her tits, Dougie and Clint thought that nothing could surprise them again. They were wrong. “You’re shitting us?” Clint said in disbelief, although everything he had seen so far suggested that Billy was deadly serious. “How would you like to fuck her?” Billy asked.

This lot hadn't jumped in to save him this morning, so why were they suddenly getting brave? As Jayce squared up to the leader—Tom Griffith—he did the same, puffing out his chest and straightening up to make himself even taller. As he pushed his chest into Tom's face, the lad took a step back. "Haven't you done enough?" Tom asked. He seemed to have dropped the hard man act and was opting for reasoning with the bully. "Yeah, he did a shitty thing, but he's said he is sorry and you've already taken a pop at him."