𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝐼𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝑜𝒹/𝒷.𝑒

𝒲𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑒𝒻

Troian's pov:
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Me and billie find everyone else, and make our way to a car, that's taking us to a tour bus.

Once everyone is in the car, I buckle up and lay my head on billies shoulder.

"I'm excited to stay onna tour bus. Like that sounds fun." I smile, knowing she'll get triggered.

Billie scoffs and shakes her head. "Its fun at first." Is all she says, making me chuckle.

"Well I think I'll like it."

"Yeah yeah. We'll see." Billie says, in a high pitch noise.

I laugh. "Stop being annoying, bootyhead."

"Not in my settings. Sorry." She smirks at me.

I narrow my eyes at her and give her a look.

She snorts and turns her head away, staring in front of her.

The rest of the car ride is silent, considering everyone is exhausted.

We make it to the hotel, having multiple people help out with bags and security.

"Billie, where's our room?" I whisper, tiredly, as Maggie's trying to get the two keys, and security is watching, and keeping people away.

"I don't know." She shrugs. "I'll let you know when my mom actually gets the keys."

I sigh and nod.

Maybe two minutes go by and we have all our stuff.

Maggie gives finneas one key, and Maggie and Patrick take another.

"Billieee?" I sing.

"Yes, babe?"

"What's the room situationnn?"

Billie giggles and looks behind her as, sully—her body guard—puts his hand on her back—and eventually mine—urging us to move faster and keep us close.

Billie stops for a second and talks to some fans, sully watches her carefully.

Damn, that's cute as fuck.

"Me you and Finn, in one room, and my parents in the other." She tells me, coming back, after like two minutes of talking to her little babies.

I nod and grab her arm, finally being cleared of all the people.

Finneas had the key, so while he opens the door, Maggie and Patrick go to their room.

"Ooookayyyy. Here it iiis." Finneas says, letting Billie and I in first.

"Why thank you sir. I shall take a lovely nap on this large bed. Shall no one fucking stop me." I say, in a accent, jumping into the bed, groaning.

Billie screams out in laughing. "Bitch huh?!"

"Billie shut the fuck up! We're not at home anymore." Finneas whisper yells.

"Billie! We're not in Kansas anymore!" I say dramatically, falling back into the bed, with my hand over my forehead, pulling another random accent, out of my ass.

Billie laughs again, this time finneas following.

Billie holds her stomach and laughs hard, while finneas laughs as well, but trying to shush her at the same time, making me die of laugher, as I begin to record all of us.

"We're not in f- fuckin-" I try to say, but barley speaking audibly through the laughing. "-g Kansasssss anym- more! Not fucking Kansas bitch!"

"Troian shut the fuck u- up! HAHAHA!" Billie screams, falling to the floor, and just lay there laughing.