𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 (𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬 & 𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫)

𝐒 𝐢 𝐱

ALISON'S POV:

A plate of hot spaghetti was placed infront of me. I could smell the fresh mozzarella sauce with the mixture of others herbs. The heavenly scent made my stomach rumble. A soft laugh emerged infront of me, I looked up to see Stu holding a pot of freshly boiled buttered noodles.

"Eat up." Stu smiled at me as he put the bowl away in the sink.

I never thought of him as the cooking type of guy.

"Thanks for the meal.."

"Of course, now you get to try my amazing food." Stu spoke as he sat infront of me.

Billy joined us at the table, sitting on my right hand side.

"Aren't you guys going to eat?" I asked as I picked up the fork.

"Nah, we ate before we came." Billy stated as he put his chin on his hand.

His elbow rested on the table, his face was rested on the palm of his hand. I found his staring to be off putting, but I brushed it off. A pair of vibrant sapphire eyes caught my attention.

"Why are you guys staring at me as I eat?" I mumbled under my breath.

"I wanna know what you think of my cooking, duh." Stu rolled his eyes, waiting for me to eat my food.

Nodding my head, I took a bite of the spaghetti. My stomachs painful aching immediately soothed. My tounge absorbed all the flavors, I was starstruck. Spaghetti has never tasted so good..its probably because this is my first proper meal in a week.

"It tastes good, thank you." I spoke as I ate the pasta.

Stu's eyes brightened. "I knew you'd like it!"

"In all honesty, I'm suprised that you can cook." I said before shoving more spaghetti in my mouth.

Stu held onto his chest with both of his hands, "What makes you say that?!" Faking to be hurt.

"You look like the type of guy who's diet consists of Cheeto Puffs and Mountain Dew." I stated, sending him a playful smile.

"She isn't wrong." Billy laughed as he looked at Stu.

"Ugh, you guys think so low of me." Stu crossed his arms around his chest.

"Yeah, since you have an IQ of 0." Billy grumbled.

A yawn broke through my mouth, my eyes suddenly become heavy. It felt as though they weighed 100 pounds each. What the fuck?

"Are you good there?" Billy asked as he scooted his chair closer to mine.

"I'm fine..just tired." I mumbled as I rubbed my temple.

"You should get some rest, it looks like you need a good nap." Stu cooed as he looked at me.

The next thing I knew, my world was met with darkness.

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BILLY'S POV:

"Huh, those sleeping pills really worked." I snickered. Glancing at Alison's unconscious form.

"I told you man! I give em to Tatum whenever she wants to fuck. I avoid doing the dinky winky by slipping em in her drink and BAM! she's out like a light." Stu noted.

I let out a laugh, if only Alison knew that there were crushed sleeping pills in that spaghetti sauce...

"Come on, we need to get her on her bed. Her neck will become sore if she stays like that." I spoke as I walked towards Alison.

Her neck was postioned in an odd angle, if she stayed like that any longer I knew her neck would be sore once she woke up. I picked her up effortlessly, my body shuttered having her pressed against my body. Butterflies erupted within my stomach, fuck...I'm acting like a school girl. I noticed how light she's became. I looked at her with concern, she needs to eat more..

"Hey! That's not fair, I want to hold Alison." Stu pouted as he tried reaching for Alison.

I immediately moved out of the way to avoid Stu touching her.

"Fuck off." I said coldly as I placed her on the bed.

Stu shot me an annoyed look, "What's got your panties all up in a twist?"

I ignored his statement and made my way to Alison's bedroom. I placed her gently on the bed, making sure she was in a comfortable postion.

"Her rooms a fucking mess." Stu stated as he looked around the room.

I glanced down to the floor to see candy wrappers and clothes littering the floor. A chuckle erupted from my throat as I examined her room. It doesn't matter how many times I've stepped foot in this room. I couldn't help but admire both the posters and pictures that decorated her bedroom walls.

"Blondie," "Billy Idol," "Pat Benatar," "Prince," along with numerous other artists sprung across her wall in bright, vibrant colors.

"She's got taste, I'll give her that." Stu said as he began playing with her stuffed animals.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Stop acting like a fucking child and start doing what we came here for."

Stu punched a stuffed duck and threw it onto her bed.

Stu huffed, glaring a me "Fine ya dick rag, help me." Stu walked out of Alison's room.

My attention was then focused on Alison, I admired how relaxed her facial features were. I admired how her nose was structured, the way it slightly curves downwards towards her lips, the way her black hair sprung across her pillow. I saw how her chest raised up and down in symphony with mine. I lowered my face, her hair softly tickling my face. I closed my eyes, inhaling her lovely scent. Vanilla with a hint of lavender, the smell of her made my dick twitch in my pants...I fuck.

I immediately sprung from her bed, I can't be in here anymore. I'm about to lose my shit.

Stu walked into the bedroom. "Come on man, let's do this before she wakes up."

I nodded my head, following him. Stu walked into Alison's living room, technical equipment was spread across her coffee table.

"Where are we going to put these without her noticing?" I asked.

"Don't worry Billy, I know where to exactly put em." Stu grinned.

Stu picked up the tiny camera and placed it behind one of Alison's pictures frames that were placed above her TV. I picked up the other camera and placed it on the window seal that was located above the kitchen sink.

Some time later we spread tiny cameras within Alison's apartment. Sighing in satisfaction, I plopped myself onto the tiny couch behind me.

"Now, we get to keep a close eye on our baby." I said in a daze, my mind immediately imaging Alison.