Billie scrolled through Instagram, liking fans' posts as usual, checking up on them. She stopped whenever she saw a post that caught her eye quickly, the fan stating, "I hope Que dies, he should've never done that to Billie." Billie's breath hitched when she saw the rude comment. But damn, what did she expect? In her most recent interview, she did say something she knew well, fans would not like. It confused her, especially when her intentions of that statement were not towards Brandon.
Her fingers navigated their way to the search bar, carefully typing 'mtvsevenamp'. And of course, user not found. Deactivated. "Shit." She mumbled worryingly. She was concerned for him, thing was, Que wasn't as hard as he seems. He's a pretty vulnerable person, especially when it comes to loved ones and family. She wasn't entirely sure on how to handle the situation, but she couldn't stand to see him be practically verbally bullied by her little fans. She had to contact him immediately. No, she never exactly broke up with him. I mean, hanging out a billion times after said 'break up' date, don't really know if you can consider that they're broken up. But ever since he got with Tani him and Billie fell off. Scrolling through her contacts and finding the one she was looking for, 'Q'. She really debated on whether or not t text him. But she had to, I mean, this was caused because of her, so she felt the need to fix this. After constant procrastination, she finally gave in.
Q
B- hey brandon
Q- hey billie what's up
B- this is really weird and I know we haven't talked in a while
B- but i really wanna talk to you about something, and I feel that in person would be better
Q- i guess it's fine, where do you wanna meet?
B- your apartment if it's fine
Q- sure tmr good?
B- yeah I'll be there at 12 maybe
Q- alr cya
Going to her ex's house was sure a risky move. Especially since she falls for spells so easily. But now, being a grown, independent woman, she was sure she had it under control. And sure she wasn't even emotionally interested in him. At least not in a romantic way. The next morning, she was awoken to her phone beeping dramatically. Billie grunted tapping her phone to shut the alarm off. She had woken up at 9:30 just so she could have time to get ready. She got up, walking into her bathroom. Her, what seemed brand new and modern bathroom. She's had this house since 17, so 8t wasn't exactly new to her. But she chuckled, looking into the mirror at her surroundings. The fans have been catching on to her change in location, which made her laugh at the thought of them finding out completely. She pursued her regular morning routine, brushing teeth, brushing hair, etc.
Taking a step into her closet, she dug through the many racks. She settled on a black hoodie and some black shorts. She'd be sure to be comfortable and discreet, after all it's just Brandon. She picked up her mascara, gently brushing it onto her eyelashes. She then rubbed in some Aquaphor on her lips. She walked through her house, leading herself to the garage, unlocking her Dragon. She looked at her 8 car garage, scanning over her new, secret Lamborghini. "Sexy ass." She mumbled under her breath. As the engine started up, she thought about where he lived. She knew he wouldn't have moved from his old building, so she head over, memorizing the address.
Pulling up to the parking lot, she parked her car. She looked around to see if anybody was nearby. After seeing nobody was near, she carefully exited her car, putting her hoodie over her green roots. She punched in the code or enter the building, which was an easy memorization pattern for her. 777. She ran up the stairs, reaching the 6th floor. She roamed the halls, stopping at room 351. She let out a breathless sigh, nervous. She brought her fist up to the door, knocking twice. Que opened the door, and Billie noticed how attractive he still is. Tall, fit, really grown into a matured man. "Hey." He said in his, same, low voice, except fatigued. She looked at his face, eye bags, poorly shaven beard, he looked beaten up, but somehow, he was still the most attractive man she had ever laid her eyes on. "Hey." Billie responded, slightly bringing her lips up into a curve, smiling, trying to brighten the mood. She gave him a side hug, him allowing her in as she roamed the hall. Everything seemed so, different. Though she had been there many times, something about it seemed off. She turned her head to a spot, a certain one, one where he would keep their treasure of pictures on the table. But, their's was no where, instead it was of this other girl. It was Tani, Que's new girlfriend. She felt a sharp tug in her chest, she questioned as to why she felt the way she did.
"Sit down." He said, patting the couch. She sat the opposite of him as he started. "What did you wanna talk about?" He said getting straight to the point. "Well, you know what's been up. My fans are probably annoying you a lot right now, and I apologize." She said. "I just wanna know if you're okay, just wanna, I don't know, check up on you." She added on to her sentence. "I'm straight." He said, an eyebrow of his raising. "Que, tell me if you're not okay please. I know, they're just little kids who wanna annoy you, but listen, I'm really here for you." She said sincerely. He just giggled. "B, I'm good." He chuckled. She knew he wasn't. "Anyway, I appreciate this." Que said standing up, her seeing him holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand, and a lighter in the other. She ran up to him, grabbing his wrist, dragging" him back onto the couch. "Que, I'm serious." She sighed. "Bil, you know I don't pity myself. I'm not about to say anything rude about your fans, after all, those are your people." He said looking her in the eye. "You're also one of my people." She said softly. "I'm aware about my fans, but that's not what I came here to talk about, I came to talk about you." She said. "I mean, I'm not doing super great, you know." He shrugged. "But hey, what can you do about it? Other than, talk to me, tell me anything to make me feel better. It's all just words. You know?" He chuckled. She didn't find anything funny about the situation, like at all. She was deeply worried about him. "Brandon! How many more times do I have to reassure you? I care about you. Why else would I contact you, let alone come here?" She said slightly raising her voice. His eyebrows lifted up at her words. Brandon had so much love for Billie. So much it was beyond unexplainable.
But he considered himself, moved on. Not emotionally, but at least physically. "You know," He started, as he let out a sigh. "Living is tough now, you know? Since Ro passed, I don't know, things seem bluntly pointless. I mean sure, there's so much stuff I'd live for but, without my brother? No. What's the point?" He said, looking down, eyes now glassy. She scooted herself over, sitting next to him now. "I hope you know how many people dearly love you." She whispered lightly. "You are a good person, you have a great heart, such a, caring soul. Of course people love you. It's not about who hates you, or who thinks negatively about you, it's just about who loves you. So, promise me you won't give up?" She said softly looking at him. He lifted his gaze from the floor to her's, the light bouncing off of the hazel, creating a sparkle.
"I promise." He said smiling, slightly giggling. "Good." She whispered. She cleared her throat, "I should get going now though." She said. "Alright, of course, thank you a lot for talking to me, Billie." He smiled. She smiled back at him, as they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. "Come here." He chuckled, opening his arms as she walked into his warm embrace. They both giggled at the feeling. "I'll be sure to come again, just call me when you need someone to listen, I'm always here." She smiled one last time. She sat back in her car, and laid back, comprehending what had just happened. It wasn't so bad after all, she had felt that she had now become closer to him, and even more of a best friend, which she was totally okay about.
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this was the first chapter! hope u liked it, I kinda gave up on my other books but I'll come back to those overtime.
omg over 1,000 words. More than the essay I need to complete.
-alysa
