SOLANDIS // KotLC Oneshots

Black Sparkles

30th oneshot of this book! 10 more to go. This ones for you Zara XD. Credits to IcedCoffeeCloud for the song idea. Warning: contains much more cursing than I usually put, also a little more intense than usual.

Bitch, I still get checks from my ex.

Tam scowled. His Billie Eilish was getting drowned out by Biana's new creepy and totally gross obsession with that song.

Thinkin that she's yours but she movin to the next.

"Bianaaaa! Turn that thing off!" he called, but to no avail. Biana refused to do so, and his day was, like every day, ruined. He huffed, drumming his fingers on the kitchen counter. THIS WAS NOT FAIR. He had to wait outside while Biana got ready. For what?

Well...

This is so embarrassing.

But he'd agreed to perform a fucking duet. With Biana. Aka the girl he h a t e d.

Well, not exactly hated either.

More like a general dislike for her love of sparkles. Ew.

And that song!

Ironic as his last name was Song.

No bitches can compare. They all think-

"I'M THE BEST!" hollered Biana over the music. Tam winced again. Biana's singing voice might be all cute and angelic, but she kind of sucked at rapping. He tugged at his bangs, wondering how he could get her off that wretched radio.

Sparkles? No, he didn't do sparkles. Shopping? Nope, already done that. Or he could go annoy her to death, which had been his full time job since Linh had brought her "new bestie, Tammy!" over. The first time he'd seen her, Tam knew he wouldn't like her. Okay, so maybe her brown hair looked super shiny and it swished as she walked, a few flyaway strands framed her face making her even prettier. ANDohmygoshdidyouseethewayhereyessparkleinthesunofcoursetheydoshesavacker.

Shut up Tam.

He sighed, leaning back in his seat.

Ayy ayy, tell little shawty c'mere.

Okay, that was it. He was going to go see what was taking so long. Why had he fallen for Linh's puppy eyes trick? So what if he could sing? Did it matter? Besides, couldn't Biana sing with Dex or something? Or Keefe? Or even Fitz as a sibling duet? Well, cut out Keefe, his voice resembled a dying brachiosaurus.

And of course Linh had absolutely HAD to choose A Whole New World, which was a song he liked but also now had to hate because, well. Sparkles. And the GIRL.

Speaking of which, since when was Linh his agent? Couldn't he make his own choices? 3.4 seconds hardly made an age gap.

Tam stopped mid-rant, frozen at the door of Biana's room.

Biana was dressed in a knee length dark purple dress adorned with swirls of various different shades of purple. His vocab was awesome, as usual.

Her hair was done up neatly in a ballerina bun, except with her bangs framing her face. A tad bit of lip gloss showed when she tilted her head to look at him. In other words, Biana looked absolutely perfect. In fact, he wouldn't mind the lipgloss getting on his-

No, bad Tam. She was sparkly, which was gross. End of story.

She made a face at him. "Are you here to tell me to turn off the music? Well, thanks but no thanks." Biana cranked up the volume and Tam got an earful of "BITCH!"

Seriously though. Why?

Noticing his expression, Biana smirked. "You think this is bad? You should hear d-"

Tam stuck his fingers in his ears. "OH HELL NO!"

"You could have used a better curse word! Hell isn't even a curse word. It's my home." Randomly, she started swearing at the top of her lungs.

Ugh.

"Could you please stop? You're gonna burn your voice out before our cue, which is by the way in ten minutes and aGeNt aLiNa threatened to disqualify us if we show up even a second late," Tam insisted.

Biana rolled her eyes. "Relax, Alina just likes pretending to be powerful. I'm the one with their hands on the music industry."

"How do you know for sure?"

An uncomfortable look crossed her face. "I don't, actually. Even if I do, they won't listen to me or mom. Just Alden and Fitz. It's incredible how women get overshadowed. Not that you would understand," she added. "Meh. Now leave me alone and let me listen to the music!"

"If you can even call that music. By the way, you look sort of okay. Even though the sparkles are a bit too much."

"Really? Because you look even less okay than usual, which is a record. Didn't Linh say something about color coordination? You're wearing all black, you need something that'll correspond to my dress.

"Ugh, no thanks."

"Sparkles aren't that bad you know. You like black right? How about black sparkles? Ooh, that's be a great band name." Without waiting for a response, Biana skipped over to her journal, jotted something down, and returned with a jar of something black and glittery.

No consent required, she started doing something to Tam's shirt with whatever was in that jar. He was too scared to look, dreading the result. Although he did blush a few- no- a LOT- of times when her hands brushed across his chest. From over the shirt, obviously.

Biana seemed not to notice, turning back to herself, and Tam finally realized what she'd been doing. She'd created a pattern of a fucking flower. On his shirt. Which was ridiculous. She created the same flower, but in small print patterns on her own dress. Okay, so it looked sort of cool. Even though it was a flower.

"Right, so." Biana's tone changed from cocky and assertive to slightly apprehensive. Look, Tam was dense, but not that dense. He could tell with tones.

"So?"

"Why'd you agree to sing? With me, of all people?"

Tam rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. "I dunno. I just sorta wanted to. Mostly because Linh forced me, but also because your voice is nice."

A smile broke out on her face. It wasn't quite a compliment but from Tam that was like "I love you." Which he also had a sudden urge to say. What, is it too rushed when you know a girl for five years and argue with her continuously, pulling pranks on each other? And getting awkward as they hit their teens?

Honestly, Tam felt like a coward. They were fucking seventeen. He'd never had a girlfriend or a boyfriend before, and also was the only of their friend group who hadn't. But that wasn't important anymore. They had one more minute.

"Cool, so let's go," he decided. On an afterthought, he dropped a swift kiss to her cheek.

Biana's face flamed for a second. She tugged on his arm. "I don't wanna go."

"Excuse me?"

I got three bitches on me-

Biana slapped the radio off. "You heard me right."

"But you've been preparing for this for weeks!"

She bit her lip, moving closer to him. "I have."

Before Tam could react, she slid an arm around his shoulders and stood on her toes. Tam opened his mouth to protest, giving Biana the perfect opening. Their lips moved in harmony, Tam wanting to fly away. Like not outside or anything. Maybe up.

Her tongue snaked in, making him flush harder than he'd ever had. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tightly.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, Tam checked the clock. It had been seven minutes. Already?

Biana stared up, lips swollen, finally finishing her sentence. "But I can think of better things to do."

Okay y'all get your mind out of the fricking gutter. I ain't doin no shit-

Tam is an innocent cinnamon roll. Biana needs a therapist. But like ya know? I kinda like this.