𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝐼𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝑜𝒹/𝒷.𝑒

𝑅𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈

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Troian's pov:
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"Yo Troian?!" Billie yells from across the house, in her room, while I'm getting a snack in the kitchen.

"Yes?!" I respond, grabbing some grapes.

"Get dressed! We're leaving soon, babe!" Billie tells me.

I groan and lean my head back, rolling my eyes.

"'Kay!" I say back, walking into her room with the grapes.

I set them on her dresser, and pick out some clothes: black skirt, ripped tights, platform boots with chain draped across the side, big t-shirt with a cool anime like design, and some necklaces. I put on some unique eyeliner, blue eyeliner in my water line, mascara and aquaphor.

In total, it took like 30 minutes 'cause I'm speedy.

"Where are we going?" I ask from the bathroom, as I do my hair.

I don't hear her respond; rather she just walks in and wraps her short arms around my waist, ask I'm picking at my hair.

"You look great." She says softly.

I smile and turn my head, placing a fast kiss in her cheek.

"We're going to some meetings for my... visuals?" She somewhat asks, not quite knowing herself.

I laugh softly and nod. "'Kay."

"You over dress for the smallest things..." she says. Just as I was about to give her a smart little attitude she says, "Just like me." She smiles, squeezing my waist, then leaving.

I blush and look down to my feet for a couple seconds, before taking in a big breath, and walking to Billies room.

"You ready too?" I ask.

Billie nods, slipping on her last couple rings.

I nod and walk to finneas' door, and knock.

"Yes Troy?" He says from behind the door.

"How did y-"

"You knock." He cuts me off, making me laugh.

"Oh.. can I come innn?" I sing out.

"'Course." He responds.

I nod to myself and open the door.

"Hey." I say smiling, and sitting in his bed. I sigh and look around the room. "So... how are you?" I ask.

"Um... good. Why?" He asks, his pitch going higher.

"Just checking." I laugh softly.

"Oh. Ok. How are you though?" He asks, sitting in us spinny chair.

Billie then walks in and sits down next to me, wrapping her arms around me once again, and her head lays on my shoulder.

"You ask like it's more important." I scoff, more venom in it then I actually meant...

Immediately. I'm regretting my words. Both finneas and Billie look taken aback.

Billies head lifts from my shoulder and gives me a look. Her brows furrowed and her head tilted. "Where'd that come from." I says, laughing softly.

I sigh and lean I head in my hands.

I feel like I'm more closely monitored... like I'm a ticking time bomb. Why not just treat me like everyone else instead of making it a priority that I'm ok; rather than making sure everyone is being treating the same.... not that I'm ungrateful... it's sweet... but it makes me feel more as if there's something very wrong with me... it makes me feel like everyone thinks I'm gonna have a me-