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5- Fame Can Only Hide Some Wounds

BILLIE's EYES STARTED to flutter open, the beaming sunlight from outside her curtains woke her up. She rolled over and groaned after feeling the headache instantly.

She sat up and looked around, she looked down on the floor and saw Shakir's shirt. She tried thinking back to the night before.

"What happened." She mumbled. Flashes of what she thought was a dream filled her mind. She remembers being on top of Shakir kissing him and confessing something.

She had those types of dreams with a specific someone, but that's it. She assumed it was a dream.

Billie got out of bed and stumbled a bit, still a little groggy from the hangover. She rubbed her eyes and made her way to the door.

She walked out of the room into the corridor and walked into the bathroom. The twenty-two-year-old freshened up the most she could before she walked downstairs.

The smell of breakfast grew stronger as she walked down the steps. She made it into the living room and walked into the large kitchen.

There she saw Phineas sitting down at the table eating pancakes with Shakir at the stove cooking them.

"Hey Billie," Phineas said.

"Hey, Phin."

Shakir turned and saw Billie. "Oh, good morning Billie."

Billie's eyes were squinted from the amount of natural sunlight that entered the room because of the open blinds. Still, she saw the tall Boxer turned UFC fighter in her kitchen.

He was shirtless leaving his shirt upstairs. He wore the same pink Hellstar sweats pulled down just enough to show the PSD line.

Billie looked at him and wondered if she was still dreaming looking at his muscular upper body.

'My man, my man, my man.' She thought.

"Billie?" He called out.

"Uh..huh? Oh yeah, good morning." She rubbed her eyes and went to sit beside her brother.

"Phin, you want some more food?" Shakir asked as he turned around.

"I'm fine. Thanks though."

"Of course."

Shakir looked at Billie who was staring at him. She snapped out of her trance when she saw him looking at her.

He smiled at her. "Whatcu want Billie? We got Pancakes, sausages, eggs, bacon, and toast."

"Nothing right now, feel like if I eat I'm going to throw up."

Shakir chuckled and grabbed a paper plate out of the cabinet. He put his breakfast up there which consisted of all the foods.

He walked over to the table and sat in front of Billie and started to eat. Phineas got up and walked back upstairs to the guest room.

Shakir started to cut up his pancakes and ate the sliced-up pancakes. Billie stared at his plate and Shakir looked at her as she stared at his plate.

Shakir cut up some of the pancakes grabbed it with the fork and put the fork to Billie's mouth. "Open."  He said as she opened and he put the fork in her mouth.

The two stayed silent at the table as Shakir was eating. "So what happened last night?" She asked breaking the silence.

"You're dumbass got drunk. Knowing you are a lightweight." He said as he pointed his fork at her.

Billie chuckled and playfully swiped at the fork that was in her face. "Shut up." Shakir smiled and pulled the fork back.

Billie looked at Shakir eating and started to think. That dream she had, those blurs of last night. The more she thought, the more she remembered Shakir was in them.