A/N: I have the entire book outlined. My stupid ass gets so excited to start writing new books but I get bored halfway through, it's so annoying. Anyways enjoy this chapter, some shit about to go down kinda.
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TW: Short mention of self-harm. Use of drugs, and consumption of alcohol.
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Saying goodbye to Cam wasn't easy knowing I won't be seeing him for over a month due to the fact that I'll be on tour with Billie. I made him promise to call me every day and update me on everything, including what Ava chooses to do with the baby.
"She's coming?" I questioned excitedly.
"Yes, she agreed to come. Well her exact words were 'I'll come if there's a weed,' but that doesn't matter," Dallas laughed over the phone.
"Okay, I'll see you there at 9," I exclaimed before hanging up.
"Billie!" I shouted, walking into her room, finding her digging through her closet.
"Why do you have to make a huge ass mess every time you pick an outfit," I groan, seeing clothes begin to pile up on the floor.
"Because I can't see anything when they're on the rack," she explained in a 'duh' tone.
"You literally don't even do that shit at fittings..." I trailed off.
"Whatever, why'd you yell my name?"
"Sky is coming to the party!"
"Good! Hopefully, you two can get a chance to talk," she came over to me and engulfed me in a hug.
"I better go shower," I pulled away but she grabbed onto my wrist lightly.
"Can I come with you?" She pouted.
"No, I know what you're going to try and do. I'm not about to be late to this thing," I laughed lightly and walked into the bathroom before she had a chance to argue.
As I turned on the shower and took my clothes off, outcomes of how this party could go began racing through my head. Sky could try to fuck Billie or she'll find someone who has cocaine. Those two outcomes are the only ones running through my head.
I step into the shower, beginning to lather shampoo into my hair. In reality, Sky could be completely fine and act normal, but my anxious brain doesn't want to believe that that's what's going to happen.
I rinse my hair and scrub my body with a body wash an exfoliator. What if she does find cocaine and becomes addicted again? Then Dallas would have to deal with it all alone while I'm on tour... or maybe I wouldn't go on tour. Why am I stressing so much? This party is supposed to be a fun time before we leave for a month.
I shake my head and erase the thoughts from my mind, quickly shaving before I go insane in this shower. I wrap a towel and secure it onto my body, walking back to Billie's room. I see her laying down, scrolling through her phone, wearing all green. Grabbing a comb off the dresser, I make my way to the now messy closet and stare at my clothes as I brush through my hair.
"Ugh, you always look so good. I have no idea what to wear," I groan, still staring at my section in the closet.
"You should wear those black skinny jeans and one of my shirts," she calls out.
"Good idea," I nod my head, grabbing the jeans she was talking about and making my way to one of her drawers. I grab a green shirt with a black channel logo and a white one with Billie's name written on it in multiple different fonts.
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