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Just a little while pt. 2 (BDH)

A/n: sorry for the slow updates, it will probably stay like that for a while. I appreciate your big response to this story on tumblr/Wattpad. Here you go, a short, part 2

Still inspired by The 502s - Just A Little While
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It's been two months since you started to work as Billie Dean's chauffeur and things could not go better. Never would you have thought that this job is something you could do forever.

You could drive around forever.

You could live on this paycheck forever.

You could be with her, in the car, forever.

Billie Dean never stopped being charming, being funny, which makes it so hard for you to contain yourself from not falling in love with the older woman but lately you even started to fail yourself in thinking you could deny your heart this strong feeling even longer.

God knows whenever she gets in that car and looks up to you from her backseat you feel like your heart bursts into pieces of this bittersweet taste of love. You enjoyed your time with her and that was the thing you genuinely valued. It wasn't hard to be with Billie Dean, in fact it felt like you have known the medium for a decade and you got the feeling she enjoyed your company just as much. Sometimes she would speak a low „darling," followed by „why don't we take the longer route, I really enjoy the playlist." while typing on her phone.

You couldn't deny her anything, you couldn't count the times Billie Dean came too late to a set just so the two of you could finish listening to the current playing song in the car.

Every day the car was filled with laughter and her soothing voice until today.

Something about Billie felt weirdly off today. No music, no laughing, no „darling" and god did you find yourself missing it.

About 30 minutes after you picked her up to drive her home you had enough. „Hey Ms. Hollywood?" you broke the silence. A small "hm?" left the other woman's lips. "Why so grumpy today?" You said with a little smile on your face, trying to keep the mood as playful as possible. "You know what y/n?" the woman responded, "I do not pay you for speaking, I pay you for driving. We're not talking." you were taken aback by her suddenly harsh demeanour "Billie," you started but got cut off immediately. "I said, we are not talking."

You felt yourself getting angry by her demanding tone. You were done with people treating their employees like they were less. Who did Billie Dean even think she was? She had a hard time finding a chauffeur so you literally saved her ass or she would have drowned in the stress now she's sitting in the comfort of her backseat which allowed her at least some breaks.

You don't know where exactly you got your anger nor the confidence from but around the next corner you stopped the car. Since you basically jumped onto the brakes your
Boss got almost thrown out of the front window. „What the hell are you doing?" she said, her anger clearly visible by her features. „I.." you started blurting out just as angry as her till you realized...yeah shit what the hell were you doing. You quickly looked to the other side of the street which showed a cinema.

„I'm going to the cinema." you said confidently, grabbing your purse from the little counter in the middle of the car. And then you left the car making your way across the street to the cinema. „What the fuck am I doing?" you thought to yourself. You expected the car you left behind to just drive off but instead you heard the mediums heels clicking, following you quickly with a lot of „what the fuck?" „y/n!!!" „what are you doing?" leaving the older woman's mouth. But you didn't stop. In fact you already stood at the cashier, choosing the movie and paying.