Photograph

Four

BILLIE'S POV

"Isn't it beautiful, guys? Peaches would adore it here."

After we had dropped off our bags at the hotel, and several pictures with fans later, mom wanted to go straight to the beach to wait for Rob, my tour manager, to show up.

... And so we did.

So, Mom, dad, Finneas and Claudia happily found a spot in the sand a bit away from all the busyness while I was lazily trudging along behind them, gripping onto Alex's hand and complaining about the heat every few seconds.

We had all sat down, and I looked beside me to see Claudia laying on her front. Her hair was blowing in the beachy wind, her skin basically glowing as the sun cascaded down onto her. Her eyes were closed in content as she was simply enjoying the peace and quiet as the rays of the sun reflected into her skin. She had met us at the hotel earlier as we checked in, and has been Finneas' shadow ever since.

Although we had just arrived there, the sun was slowly sinking back into the sky, implying it was going down and the sky would start to change colours soon.

Beside me, sat Alex. She had been silent ever since I lashed out at Finneas earlier, I hadn't heard her voice in hours. She was fumbling around with the camera, trying to insert the SD card and swearing under her breath when she couldn't get it in. Her voice had a slight rasp to it due to the fact she's been silent for half the day, and her cheeks were flushed red due to the Florida heat.

Cutie.

I looked back at Claudia. "The beach is aight, I guess. Too bad redundant bitch-fuck Rob couldn't meet us in time."

She peeped one eye open and laughed at me, looking at me up and down. "Bils, are you not sweating? It's like, over 70 degrees."

I shook my head, brushing the dark strands of hair out of my face. I was wearing head to toe purple camo, with matching purple air forces. It was made of thick fleece, hugging my entire body like a blanket. The sweat made it stick to my body, and I felt as if I was being swallowed up.

Or, as if I was a burrito.

I was totally a burrito.

I tried not to complain, though.

"Nah. Only weak bitches get sweaty in this heat."

She closed her eye again. "Guess I'm a weak bitch, then." She raised her voice slightly. "And this weak bitch is barely even wearing anything, and is still sweating like-"

"Like a weak bitch."

Finneas chuckled. "Don't listen to her, babe. Just ignore her."

"Yeah. You know all about being ignorant, don't you?" I responded, earning a disappointed sigh from mom behind us.

"Got it in! Oh my god. I thought I was doomed. Holy cow." A small voice squeaked excitedly, completely interrupting my remark. She pumped the air in victory as I turned over to see a black, chunky camera in my face, followed by a, "say cheese!"

I rolled my eyes and pulled a deadpanned face into the camera lens as I heard the familiar shutter, implying she took the photo.

"Could've smiled, Billie." She said. "Some would say you'd be happy that you're finally off that bus. Nearly blew my eardrums in with all that shouting." She joked, shooting me a wink and making me blush slightly.

I kept my mouth shut, letting her smirk in defeat.

Usually, it's me doing the smirking.

"That finally shut her up." Finneas muttered, still looking at the waves that were weaving in and out of the shore, leaving wet, foaming sand trailing behind it as each wave intertwined with the land. He was carelessly drawing patterns in the slightly damp sand.