Daytime Dreamer

🩷 Even At Your Worst, You're Still The Best

So I was listening to this Big Time Rush song while out with my mom today, and for some reason, I immediately had an idea of Billie getting sick, and me taking care of her, so I had to write it. Hope you all like it! Xoxo, Rhi~ ❤️

Billie rarely gets sick. And I mean rarely. Once when I was about 12, I had the flu, and I gave it to Sally, who in turn, gave it to Wilhelmina, who surprisingly gave it to Cordelia. By some miracle, Billie never so much as got the sniffles, even when she was helping us get better. Sometimes I'll joke to her how she has to be a Supreme as well, with how rarely she'll get sick. Early Thursday morning, I walk downstairs to the kitchen, seeing Sally, Wilhemina and Cordelia sat at the table, having coffee. "Hi, guys." "Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?" I look around, seeing no sign of Billie anywhere. "I slept fine. Did Billie leave for work already?" "No, I believe she's still in her bedroom, dear." I look confused, tilting my head slightly. Billie never stays in her room... especially when she has to go shoot her show... after talking to the girls for a moment, I head back upstairs, walking to Billie's door. I put my ear to the door, trying to hear if she's awake.

I don't hear anything... she can't be still sleeping... I gently knock on the door, silently hoping she's awake. "Billie? You awake?" "Come in, darling." I take a sigh of relief as I open the door, poking my head in, seeing her buttoning up her blouse, getting ready for work. "Hi, sweetheart." She grins softly, walking over to the door. "Hi. I'm surprised you're still here, Billie." "Oh, I wasn't feeling too wonderful this morning, but I'm fine now." I frown softly, kissing her cheek, and I pull away, looking a bit surprised. "Billie, your cheek feels really warm." I lay the back of my hand on her forehead, looking even more surprised. "Your forehead's hot. Billie, are you getting sick?" "Don't be ridiculous, Rhiannon. I rarely get sick, remember? It must be hormones or something." She sits down on the bed, putting on her heels, and I cross my arms, watching her. "Billie, rarely sick and never sick are two different things. And hormones don't make you suddenly have a fever, either. Let me go grab the thermometer, okay?"

"Love, you're overreacting. I feel-" she turns her head, seeing I'm gone from her room, making her sigh to herself. Guess there's no getting out of this... I soon come back with the thermometer, standing in front of her. "Okay, open your mouth." She rolls her eyes, doing as I say, and I put it under her tongue. "Now keep it there. Don't touch it." I point my finger at her before rushing out of her room, going downstairs to the kitchen. "Billie's probably sick, guys." The girls look over at me as I grab a glass from the cupboard, surprised. "Bill's sick? Wow, she never gets sick." "Her cheeks and forehead are warm, so I just had her use the thermometer." I fill up the glass with some water before going back upstairs to Billie's room. "She's so cute when she worries about one of us." "I thought we were supposed to be the parents here." They chuckle, continuing their conversation, and I walk back into Billie's room, seeing her still sat on the bed, scrolling through her phone.

"I got you some water. What does the thermometer say?" She pulls it out, looking a bit surprised. "What?" I grab the thermometer, looking at it, and my eyes widen, stunned at the numbers. "A hundred and three? Holy crap, Billie. Go put something comfy on." She rolls her eyes, letting out a cough. "Rhiannon, come on. I feel fine enough to-" "Billie Dean Howard, you go put your pajamas back on, then you're gonna lay your ass in this bed while I get you some medicine, got it?" Her eyes widen slightly, shocked at my words, and she starts to smirk, putting her hands up defensively. "Alright, then. Whatever you say, angel." I nod, walking out of her room, and as I grab the medicine from the bathroom cabinet, I suddenly stop, realizing how I spoke to her. Holy shit, I just ordered my mom around... I bite my lip, snickering to myself. I'm gonna get an earful later... I walk back into her room, seeing her now wearing a pair of sweats, a tshirt, having her hair up in a loose ponytail, putting the covers over her lap.