𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝐼𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝑜𝒹/𝒷.𝑒

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒯𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃

Troian's pov:
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-•next morning•-
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"Ight c'mon bitch." Billie says, shooing me out the door.

All of the family carries our bags n shit outside, and into the tour bus.

"Eee! I'm excited!" I say, setting my suitcase next to the bunk I picked out.

I put my bear Billie got me, in my bunk, laying nicely by the pillow.

"Dude, let's hope that's your attitude this whole tour." Billie jokes.

"Might not be, but this is fun right now, so imma enjoy it!" I say, jumping around. "Now it feels like tour, woop woop!"

"Oh boy." Billie chuckles, setting up her bunk.

"Shut up and let me have my fun, ass." I roll my eyes playfully.

"Go go, have your fun, bro." She chuckles.

"Finneassss?!" I yell questioningly.

"Yo?! What's up?" He says, walking into the kitchen with me.

"Wanna finish that game we started yesterday?" I smirk.

He smirks right back and nods slowly.

"You're in for it, you little asshole." He says devilishly.

"Can I join?" Billie asks, walking into the kitchen.

"Yes. That's one more person to watch you," he pauses, pointing to me. "Suffer."

"Woah there. What'd I ever do?" I ask, threw a silly voice, making Billie giggle.

"Troy, I dare you to let me publish one of your songs." He smirks, knowing it would set me off.

"Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah... woah." I say, making everyone laugh hysterically.

"Ooooo, you have to let him do it now!" Billie says.

"I see you're not on my side." I mumble, looking at the floor, crossing my arms.

"Is there another da-"

"Bitch no. There's not other dare. You made me run down 4 flights of fucking staaaairs! Let me release your song!" He smirks.

I cover my face and shake my head, I hear Billie laugh at me. "Shut up." I mumble.

"Fine." I mumble in my hands again.

"Huh?" Finneas asks.

"I said fiiiiineaaaa!" I whine.

"HAHA YES! You finna be famous!" He tells me, running to his computer. "I'm publishing it to my Spotify, saying it was written by you and produced my me and you AND SUNG BY YOU!" He yells excitedly.

I sigh and stomp my feel. "Which song is it?" I ask, walking to the couch and sitting down, Billie following and sitting in my lap, making me groan.

I wrap my arms around her and lay my head on her chest, hiding my face, annoyed.

"Zombie." He tells me.

"Oh... ok. That's not that bad. I really like that one." I say, but on the inside I heart is pounding 'cause what if it does really bad and his career ends and it's all my fucking fault and then he makes no money and has no where to li-

Oh no... the anxiety is back. Fuck me. I'm so scared. Of course imma think of every possible way things could go wrong.