In The Crowd - B.E.

Chapter Three - Billie

"Isn't that the girl from the show last night?" Finneas asked. I nodded. "She's the one you were talking about after?" I nodded again. "Damn, she's hot."

"Finneas!" I said and hit him.

"What? She is." I rolled my eyes. "So, you gonna go find her Instagram and follow her?"

"Now why the hell would I do that?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I don't know. I mean, it might be good for you." I gave him a confused look.

"What do you mean 'it might be good for me'? What would be good for me?" I asked.

"Well, I mean, to not date someone that isn't famous first off. And to finally date someone who is a woman. Someone you'll actually want." He whispered to me. I sighed. Nobody knows that I like women. I don't know why. It's not like I hide it I just don't say it. Which I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

"Fin, you're crazy. Besides, I don't even know the girl. I'd be weird if I just followed her and said anything like that. Also, you don't even know if she's gay or not. You're fucking delusional." I said in a serious tone.

"Whatever. I'm not gonna do anything. I'm just saying if you wanna be a pussy for the rest of your life you go right on ahead. I'm just saying there's nothing wrong with trying anything." I roll my eyes. He's actually gone insane.

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I'm sitting in my bedroom on my phone with music playing in the background. I keep replaying what happened earlier in the coffee shop and everything that Finneas said. I swear he's actually lost his mind. I mean, text a girl that I've never even met. And not only that she's a fan of mine. And he's like trying to assume she's gay. That's fucking insane and delusional thoughts right there. What does it matter if I'm dating famous people or not? Other than the fact that sometimes on very rare occasions we could end up doing projects together. That may or may not have happened a couple of times... I put my phone down and head to the kitchen to get some food. As I'm waiting for it to heat up Claudia walks into the kitchen.

"Hey, Billie, how are you?" She asks. I sigh and rub my hands over my face. "That bad huh?" I nod. "Yeah, Finneas told me about what happened earlier and last night." I rolled my eyes.

"Of course he did," I mumbled.

"What? Should he not have?"

"No. Well, I mean, it doesn't matter but.. I don't know," she just looked at me. Like she was waiting for me to say something else. "Do you think he's losing his mind?" I asked her. She laughed.

"I always think that. But I have my own reasons for thinking that he is. Why do you think that he's insane?" She asked. 

"Are you serious? All I did was tell him that I saw a pretty girl at the show last night and I just so happened to run into her this morning when we went to the coffee shop we always go to," I told her. The look on her face said that she knew more than what I was saying but was gonna wait for me to say something else before she said anything. I sighed. "I know you know everything he told me. Now why in the fucking world would I text someone I never even met?"

"I don't but I do kind of agree with him," she said.

"Agree with what?" I asked.

"That I would be good for you to date someone that isn't famous." I rolled my eyes.

"Why does them being famous or not matter? That's not the point. The point is the fact that I don't know them. I've never heard of them. And it would be creepy as hell if a random person texted them out of nowhere." I told her. She sighed.

"Billie, you never know what could happen," she said.

"Whatever," I mumbled and went to grab my food and started heading back to my room.

"Hey," she said. I turned to look at her and she had a smile on her face. "Finneas said you should look in your bag. The one you had this morning. He thinks something that isn't yours is in there. You should probably return that to its owner." She then walked away leaving me in the kitchen, confused as hell.

"What the fuck is she on about?" I whispered to myself. "These people are going fucking crazy."

When I got back to my room I grabbed my phone and saw notifications from Instagram. I was tagged in a post. Did they really tag me? I mean, I know I told them to but I figured I'd come across the pictures at some point anyway. I clicked on the notification scrolled through the post and liked it. I looked to see who posted it and it was the pretty girl. Y/n. I clicked on her account again and looked at it. I'm not gonna do this again. That's crazy. I get out of Instagram and choose to not look at my phone for the rest of the day.

-

I'm in the shower because even though it's almost one in the morning I can't sleep at all. There's something keeping me up. No matter how hard I try, I can't sleep. I hate when this happens because I never know why I can't sleep and it stresses me out and then it's even harder to fall asleep. I don't help myself with that.

I get out of the shower and I get dressed. I'm not gonna dry my hair. That's too loud and I'm too lazy for that right now. I walk out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I make sure my phone is plugged in, turn my light off, and get back into the bed. Maybe if I feel clean and I can get comfortable I'll be able to get some sleep. I close my eyes and wait. And I wait. And I wait. And I wait. 

"Ugh!" I let out. This is so frustrating and unnecessary. I'm just laying here with my eyes closed and no matter how long I wait I'm just not falling asleep. I guess I'll just lay here. In the dark. Doing nothing. Might as well do something. I grab my phone and scroll through Instagram. It's not like there's anything better to do. After about thirty minutes of scrolling, I slowly start to feel tired and my eyelids are getting heavy. I let the sleep take over. But of course, right as I'm about to fall asleep I remember what Claudia said earlier. And now I'm awake again. Do I really wanna get up now? Do I really think there's anything in my bag? If there was something put in my bag that wasn't mine and Finnease saw it, why didn't he say anything at the coffee shop? Whatever I guess I'll. 

I get up and turn my light on again. I walked over to the corner of my room where I threw my bag after I got home. I dump everything out on my bed and start looking through it all. Everything I see is mine. Nothing out of the ordinary. See, I knew he was fucking crazy. Now he's starting to make Claudia sound crazy. Poor girl. She's been around him too much. I should help her. As I start putting everything back into my bag I notice something that doesn't look familiar to me.

"What?" I whisper to myself. I pick it up to look at it. It's a necklace with numbers on it. 11/16. What is this? How did it get into my bag? Also, what does 11/16 mean? I sighed. I guess I should text the girl and ask if it belongs to her. I don't want her to think it's lost. Especially if it's important to her. I grab my phone take a picture and send it to her. 

Y/n

Me: Hey, is this yours? I found it in my bag and I didn't want you to think it's missing if it's yours.

That's good enough. I finished putting everything in my bag and I put the necklace on my nightstand so it stays safe. I turn my light off again and climb back into bed. After about another 30 minutes of just laying there, I eventually fell asleep.