Eyes Don't Lie ✩ Jenna Ortega (G!P)

CXLIV

| Y/N's POV |
(not proofread)

"On January 6th, 2025, the presidential transition begins. Donald Trump steps into office once again. It is December 10th, which makes it less than a month for this new and amazing change to happen."

"They just gon let a convicted felon run this damn country?" Lloyd growled, Tate needing to hold his hand and calm him down. "They just drop his fucking charges? He ain't no special human being, he deserves to serve jail time, not get away with it and inspire others like him."

"There's nothing we an do." Liv mumbled sadly, rubbing Billie's back. Billie was the one taking this election win the hardest. Our beliefs for Kamala winning were so strong, we were almost confident she'd win.

"This country would rather go up in flames than ever let a woman run it." Jenna sighed. "That's the sad truth."

"It's a fucking war on women." Billie piped up after a big moment of silence.

I looked down at Juno in my arms, her eyes gazing all around the room till they landed on mine. I cupped her face. "Our country has failed you, sweetie. I'm so sorry."

"You know one thing we can be proud of?" Tate said, catching our attention. "The amount of undying support we still have for Kamala."

"I hope she runs again after these four years." I shifted Juno in my lap, whispering those words and kissing her forehead.

"She's captured the hearts of young people all over the world. I'm sure she'll run again and never let us lose hope." Jenna reassured me with her soft smile and gentle touch.

"I can't." Billie stood up, reluctantly pulling away from Liv and walking outside.

Silence filled the room again. Liv looked at me. "She'll only talk to you, Y/N/N."

I set Juno in Jenna's lap, kissing her cheek and walking out the door to the backyard, seeing Billie lying back on the grass, her hands mindlessly picking at it as she stared up at the foggy sky.

I lied beside her. My eyes traced the dark clouds in the sky. "Do you remember when we were 10 and we dreamed of doing something big in the world?"

Billie didn't say anything, just biting her lip and keeping her head up. Eyes stayed away from mine. Though I kept looking at her.

"Now here we are, Bil. Changing the lives of our fans everyday, making changes in the world to the best of our ability. This election... that criminal winning... it won't falter our dreams or our beliefs, okay?" I sat up, holding her hand. "You and I are going to continue doing what we do best; providing hope to the people who look up to us."

Billie shakily sighed. "What if I can't be strong anymore? Him winning felt like a stab in the back. Not only are the rest of our lives in his hands, but the brand new ones of our children and this generation are." She faced me with glossy eyes. "How can we protect them all from people like him? Or even stop them from thinking that criminals don't always win?"

I squeezed her hand. "Truthfully, Billie, I don't know. I'm just as perplexed as you are and just as upset too." Her forehead fell on my shoulder. "We'll be alright. Somehow, no matter what, we're always okay. Why?"

A small sniffle was heard then, "'cause we stick together." Billie shifted, looking at me.

"That's right." I kissed her cheek. "Damn fucking right. And hey, if this goes as bad as we know it will, we'll move to Berlin."

"Ugh, yes." Billie giggled, her smiling radiating again. She closed her eyes for a second.
Reopening them, she looked at me. "Thank you."

"Of course." I shook her hand in mine. "Let's go back inside, come on."

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"I had a couple of my friends be trump supporters." Liv muffled out with a deviled egg in her mouth. "I blocked them already."

Billie sat down beside her girlfriend, resting her head on her shoulder with her eyes squeezed shut and her earbuds in, blocking the outside world with her comfort songs.

"My friend, Donte, didn't like the idea of Kamala running the country." Lloyd blurted. "He said he'd rather sacrifice his freedom and get deported before ever letting a woman run." He took a swig of his beer. "Now he's homeless on the streets of San Francisco, running from ICE."

Juno could easily pick up on the moods of the room. Meaning, she wasn't going to eat her food because of the gloomy and angry behavior radiating from us all. I tried my best to feed her, but each time, my hand was pushed away.

It was a quarter past 5 in the afternoon.

"I gotta get to work." Lloyd washed his hands. "They got me training again tonight, so I'll be home late." He told specifically to Tate, kissing her lips.

"What kind of training?" Liv asked curiously.

"Police training." Lloyd smiled a little proudly, putting his jacket and beanie on, making his way out the door. "Bye, y'all. See you later, baby."

Jenna came into the kitchen. "Maybe we need to make everyone happy. Even if it's just for a moment so Juno can eat."

"But how?"

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"You owe me rent."

"Monopoly is the stupidest game ever!" Billie yelled, grabbing her fake money deck, paying Liv up, the girl wearing a giant smirk on her lips. "Gimme the damn dice."

Jenna tossed the dice towards her. Billie shook them in her hands, letting them roll onto the board. "Six!" She cheered and moved her piece, landing on my property.

Everyone held in their giggled as Billie took the slowest amount of time to look at me, a deadpanned expression on her face. "Rent is $46."

Billie counted the money out and it happened to be all her money, making her throw the bills at me, watching them fly around. "I quit this game! I always go bankrupt!"

Juno was giggling at how funny Billie looked when angry. She was eating the small orange slices that Jenna peeled from a mandarine. We were happy to see her eating, finally.

"Just play with me, baby." Liv pulled a stubborn Billie into her side. "I'll give you head tonight for having such a bad day."

Billie's ear perked up. "I also burned my burrito today. Does that make my day worse?" Liv laughed, shutting her up with a single kiss.

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