Too Good For You

twenty two

*play the song at the asterisk*

Sada
May 23rd, 2020

I throw my blanket off of my hot body and groan feeling the worst pain in my head.

Thump thump!

My brain pulses against my skull making me clutch my eyes tighter. I slap my hand on my forehead and let out a harsh breath. "Fuck," I cry out but don't make any more movements.

My phone buzzes beside me, startling me for a split second. I feel around for it and find it under my pillow. I creak open one eye and see Billie calling me. My heart flutters at the picture of the two of us cuddled up on my screen. I press the green button and put the phone on speaker.

"Good morning baybee" She coos in a fake French accent.

"Bonjour lapine," I croak out hearing my voice at a dangerous rasp. "How are you?"

"Just fine bug, how are you feeling? You sound sick—"

"I'm not sick babe. I just woke up and have a killer headache." I cut her off before she can even think about ranting about me needing to take care of myself. She worries so much, it's adorable. Ever since I agreed to coming on tour she's been calling or texting to make sure I'm alright. Whether she's called to talk for two minutes in between shoots or sound check she'd send voice notes in bed.

I can't deny the fact that I miss her and am nervous to see her again. I for one don't want to drag the mood down with my internet drama. I also don't want to feel like I don't belong. I've never been on tour with anyone let alone been backstage before a show. I've always been in the crowd or came backstage after at a local stage. I know they wouldn't expect me to do anything but I don't want to feel helpless.

"Babe? Are you listening?" Her voice pulled me out my thoughts.

"I zoned out, what'd you say?"

"Are you alright?" She wonders, disregarding what she'd just been talking about.

"Yeah— I was just thinking about how much I miss you." I half lie, twirling my loc around my finger.

"You really miss me baby?" She asks in a low voice. I can hear the smile in her voice and my stomach flutters at the slight rasp.

"Yes daddy." I joke trying to big up her ego. My baby is flying me out the least I could do was play with her.

"You just gave me goosebumps girl! Ooo I can't wait to see you." She mumbles in a hushed tone. Chills ripple down my spine at the thought of what I'm going to do to her. "Are you ready to fly down soon or do you need a few days?"

"Give me a few days. I need to pack and get myself mentally ready for all this." I let out a nervous breath that reminded me that I'd just woken up. I scrunch my face up at my bad case if morning breath and slowly slide out of the bed. "I'm a bit nervous to be honest."

"Nervous for what? It's just me," That's the point. It's just her and all her talented glory. I love watching Billie in work mode but am I ready for this to be my life for the next however many months. As said before, I don't want to feel helpless or like I'm in the way.

"I know that— I guess I'm just nervous to be near you." I pout as I shuffle to the bathroom. I put my phone on the sink and grab my toothbrush.

She chuckles and I can imagine the amused smirk on her face. "Baby you've ate my ass—" I shriek at her not so secret statement.

"Babe!" I yell. Her obnoxious laugh escapes her lips at my exaggerated shriek. I huff and pick up the toothpaste while she collects herself.

"How can you be nervous to be near me? What are you really afraid of?"