Adopted by Billie Eilish

14

I decided to let Billie sleep some. If she was unable to get some rest then, she's able to get at least an hour now. But she could be uncomfortable resting on the toilet, and she might slide off and hit her head and get a concussion or something. I grab a pillow from her room and put it at the base of the tub, gently placing her head on the pillow. I grab a throw blanket from my room and cover her up with it, turning off the light.

I walk to the living room and sit on the couch, turning on the TV. Shark jumps up next to me. I'm not fully sure if he's allowed to be up, but since she's asleep, I won't get in trouble. I'm worried something might get on the white fabric, but I don't have to worry about that; he hasn't been outside lately.

After an hour, Shark jumps up and runs after Pepper, the two playing together. I think it's adorable. At least, until I notice the muddy pawprints on the couch.

"No!" I groan. "Why, Shark? Why did you do this? How could this happen to me?"

I hear footsteps coming my way. I gasp and throw myself over the paw prints just as Billie walks in the room. Her hair's messy and she has small bags under her eyes. She looks exhausted.

"Hey, Brooke," she croaks out. 

"Hey, Billie," I say softly. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Um, a little bit," she says. "When I woke up, I threw up again and then had to use the bathroom. But everything's good now. I don't feel nauseous, and my stomach's empty. Thanks for taking care of me."

"You're welcome."

She sits on the couch next to me. "Why don't you come sit in my lap, Brooke? We can watch some TV together?"

I'm about to accept but then I remember the paw prints. I don't want her to feel bad.

"No, it's okay," I say. "I don't want to intrude. Plus if you feel sick again, you'll be able to make it to the bathroom on time. If I'm in your lap, you'll probably just throw up all over me."

"I'm not feeling sick, baby. Honestly, I'm okay. Come on. I'm not gonna bite, you know."

"How about I just lie down and put my head on your leg if it makes you any happier?" I suggest. By doing this, not only will I be making her happy, but I'll be able to cover up the paw prints. I'm not going to expect her to say yes, but to my surprise, she nods.

"Yeah, I'm okay with that."

I stretch out on the couch until my body's covering up the muddy prints and put my head on her leg. We sit there for a few minutes in silence. I have my eyes closed, and she has her hand gently placed on top of my head. I get startled out of my relaxation moment.

"Could you pass me the remote, Brooke?" 

I nod and lift my head up, crawling down the couch to grab it. 

And I realize I forgot about the couch.

A/N: I know this chapter is horrible, and now that everything's back to normal, I can start writing some more stuff for you guys. All chapters from now on are upgraded from this.

Should I just make it completely random as well to make people laugh or keep it serious like it's been? And should I keep adding some artwork that Brooke is drawing?