*Billie's POV*
I sat down on the couch and flicked through the channels. Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh! I love girly comedies. Bullshit. I hate them with a strong passion. I looked at my phone and sighed. She's late getting up again. I listened carefully and could short of hear her alarm going off. Dirty rotten bastards. She got a good song for an alarm. I stood up and slowly made my way up the stairs, walking into her room. I stood next to her bed and poked her repeatedly. She groaned and turned over making me grumble loudly.
"DO YOU KNOW YOUR FUCKING ENEMY?!!" I yelled and she screamed before looking at me scared. I waved and walked out of the room laughing. I walked back down to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Okay food. What did she want for her lunch? I let out a low grumble and grabbed the first thing that wasn't off. As I was making her sandwiches, I heard my phone ringing. I answered it, put it onto speaker and put it down on the cabinet before looking at who was calling me.
"Hey Mike. What you want?" I asked and started to cut the sandwiches in half.
"Oh you know. Just wondering if I could hang with you. Band practice to be exact." Mike said and I chuckled lowly, wrapping the sandwiches in cling film.
"Sure. It sounds good. What time exactly?" I asked and heard someone on mike's end running.
"In forty minutes and make sure there's coffee!!" Tre yelled and I laughed loudly. I put the lunche in a carrier bag and put it over my shoulder.
"Thanks dad." Lucy said and took it before leaving. I yelled to her to be careful before the door slammed shut. Tre and Mike were laughing and I ended the call. They are fucking annoying.
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Billie's little angle
Fanfiction•I based the daughter of Billie of me and her school is based on the awful school I go to•
