My Darling Feline (Bill X Fem! Reader)

Chapter Twelve: Just Like the Stars

With a nervous breath, Bill and I looked up at the tall and scrawny wooden ladder that leaned unsteadily up against the large orange T-Rex sculpture. The art department had been re-modeling it for the past three days.

I gulped. Bill looked down at me with a concerned look. "That looks... stable," He said sarcastically as the two of us watched a gentle breeze cause the ladder to slightly sway.

Dom had expected me to climb it and fix an issue with the lighting that was located in the dinosaur's head. "I don't think you should do it." Bill said, his tone just as unsure as I felt.

"Why not?"

Bill clicked his tongue. "Well for one, I think I'd like you better in one piece."

I sighed. "As much as I really don't want to, someone has to. If I don't then we won't be able to light it up at all."

"Why not make one of the other guys do it?"

I shook my head. "They all ran off somewhere and I don't know if they'll even be back before we have to head in at nightfall,"

Bill hummed in thought. "I'll do it then."

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"Oh come on Bill, don't tell me you're afraid of heights!" I shouted up to Bill as his large body fought to gain balance on the ladder.

"Not heights." Bill called down. "Just falling!"

"I told you I'd do it. You dummy!"

Bill grabbed onto the ladder tighter and shook his head slowly. "No! It's fine. There's nothin' to worry about. I'll just fix the issue and climb back down. Simple!"

His voice was shaky. Every step he took to the next rung up caused a crackling noise. I found myself cringing at the sounds, worried that the old wood would give out beneath him.

Bill finally made his way to the top and quickly unlatched a small compartment in the back of the sculpture's head and fiddled around for a moment before flipping the cap back shut.

"All good! See if she lights!" He shouted.

I grabbed a controller and flipped the switch. With a loud click, the dinosaur lit up. It glowed under the setting sun like an orange star. Bill let out a proud laugh. He began to climb his way back down, but as he got halfway there, the ladder finally gave into his weight.

"Bill!"

I hurried over to where Bill landed, his body sprawled out onto the cold ground. "Are you alright?"

Bill groaned. "Ouch." He sat his body up and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, nothin's broken. That sure wasn't very fun though" he chuckled.

I smacked Bill on the shoulder. "You idiot. I thought cats were supposed to always land on their feet."

I reached my hand out, offering him my help. With a playful eye roll, Bill accepted my hand, his lips quirking up into a small smile as our hands met.

The two of us stood side by side in awe at the massive T-Rex. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of it, sending it to the art department group chat.

"How about we take a picture in front of it?" Bill started. "I mean, this is as close as anyone will probably be able to get to it before the festival."

"Sure."

Bill pulled out his phone and ushered us in front of the sculpture. He used a paint bucket that was placed a few feet away from us as a stand for the phone. I watched as he quickly set a timer for ten seconds and ran back over to my side.