𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝐼𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝑜𝒹/𝒷.𝑒

𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈?

Troian's pov:
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"Babe... babe."

"Mm?" I hum, as Billie shakes me awake.

She giggles and kisses all over my face.

"Wake up, mamas. I've got a fun night planned for us." She whispers.

"Ugh. So I got till tonight to sleep?" I mumble in her pillows.

Billie lays down, wrapping an arm around me.

"Nope. I've got stuff planned today too." She mentions, making me whine.

I'm the worst in the mornings.

"Okay." I say, turning around, wrapping my arms around her small waist, and burying my head in her chest. "Just stay here for a min." I say softly.

Billie nods and rubs my back softly.

"Ight, c'mon, my little princess." Billie says in a raspy voice.

Just gets hotter and hotter.

Wait, ew no...

"What are we doing?" I ask, sitting up, not wanting to move my limbs.

"Stuff." She says, looking my way, shooting me a wink.

I sigh and shake my head softly.

"Don't worryyyy! It'll be so fun! We kinda gotta be discreet though. Paparazzi prolly finna be on my ass..." She says.

"Damn, really?" I ask, not knowing paparazzi followed her so heavily.

"Yes." She chuckles. "They won't ever leave me alone." She sighs, and leans over to peck my cheek.

I blush and nod. "So you're kinda a big deal now huh?" I ask.

She's only 15, almost 16, and she's already being followed by paps? Like damn. Let her live.

"I guess." She shrugs, smirking, satisfied with my blush.

I look at her unamused, and roll my eyes.

"I'm sorry about that." I say.

Billie shakes her head. "Don't, baby." She says chuckling. "You're kinda a big deal too y'know? People are dying for new stuff from you." She smiles.

"But I'm just one person." I say, watching her sit in a seat.

Billie nods. "Welcome to my world, princess." She says, making me smile.

"Oh boy. Is it a good world? Am I making the right decision? How much if a toll will it take on me? My fuck- what if people all of a sudden hate me bro?" Billie furrows her brows and sits in the edge of the bed, listening to my rambles. "Y'know? Like... y'know when a celebrity- not that imma celebrity! I just- what if people..." I let out a big breath. "I have a very strong personality, and I have so much shit wrong with m-"

"Ok ok ok, stop, mamas. Stop." Billie says, bringing me into a hug, as soon as my breathing increases and my eyes burn with tears. "That won't happen. No one will hate you. They'll be haters but they're all low life's. Literally have nothing better to do that fuck around with a successful innocent girl. But people for real are obsessed with your cute ass."

Billie makes me feel better. She makes me feel ok. No matter the situation; she handles it so perfectly. It's just me that can't handle things. I can't take care of myself too well. It's nothing Billie does, she's always been so good with me. It's all my fault, my brain that fucks myself over.