The Motto Was Just a Lie//BJA

Stay Quiet

"You cheated!" Billie complains after I win in Mario Kart 64. "No, you're just upset you lost," I snicker, picking a character for the next game. Billie does the same but fakes a pout. "Are you seriously mad?" I ask him. "Maybe...you could say sorry..." Billie trails off, a light smirk forming on his lips as he turns his head towards me. He leans in closer to me and he looks as though he's about to kiss me. He suddenly knocks my controller out of my hand and gets ahead in the race, turning his full attention back to the game. "What the hell! You cheated!" I tell him, laughing ever so slightly. "No, you're just upset that you're losing," Billie mocks me. I continue playing and get a blue shell power up. I wait until I'm behind Billie to use it and instantly get ahead of him. "WHAT?! NO!" Billie exclaims, jumping up from his seat since he was so close to the finish line.

I throw my hands up in the air and stand on the couch, beginning to sing "We Are the Champions." "No time for losers cause we are the champions—" I sing at the top of my lungs. "No! Rematch!" Billie yells, jumping on the couch so he could be eye level with me. "And we'll keep on fighting till the end! We are the champions! We are the champions!—" Billie cuts me off and says, "Cara! Stop!" He fakes a pout and I roll my eyes and fall back into the couch. Billie sits next to me and begins to sing, "Yeah I'm a good loser born to be that way this dog he never had his day. Yeah I'm a good loser so don't worry bout my pride—" "Oh my god. You're such a sore loser," I laugh, grabbing my controller and exiting out of the game. "I'm not a sore loser. I just don't like losing," he says, crossing his arms. "Oh okay. So not a sore loser, but a sore loser," I respond sarcastically. "Okay, yeah. Fine. I'm a sore loser...what does that get me?" he smirks leaning over to me and looking me in my eyes. "I don't know. What do you think it gets you?" I flirt slightly, looking back into his pale green eyes. He leans in closer to me, our faces are only inches apart. We close our eyes and our lips lock together and move in sync with each other. He puts both of his hands on my hips. I get butterflies in my stomach once he starts drawing circles with his thumbs. There's a loud scratching noise at the door so we pull apart and look at the door immediately.

"What is that?" Billie asks, as if I knew the answer. "I don't know...maybe it's a raccoon?" I suggest, shrugging my shoulders. The scratching happens again, but louder than the last. "You should go check it out," I tell him, hoping he'll oblige. "Wha—this is your house!" he yell-whispers.

"What if I die?!"

"What if I die?!"

"Well..."

"Oh my god, fine."

He stands up and grabs my hand. "Why do I have to come with?" I whine. "If I die, I'm not dying alone," he states firmly. We both walk into the kitchen and Billie grabs a steak knife. As we get closer to the door, we hear the scratching again and a slight whine. "Okay, I'm gonna open the door and if it's a serial killer, I will probably run like a little girl and you better not judge me," Billie says, laughing slightly, which is kind of comforting. "I'm glad you see the humor in this," I smile. For a brief moment, we lock eyes and smile at each other. The scratching and whimpering brings us back to reality, and makes us look at the door again. "Just stay quiet, okay?" Billie whispers, taking a step closer to the door and unlatching the deadbolt. He cracks open the door and practically gets flung to the ground. Bear, my Saint Bernard, bolts through the door and jumps on me to say hello. "Bear!" I exclaim happily as he licks my face. "Who's my good boy?! Who's a good boy?!" I ask Bear, petting him all over. He howls and barks loudly as he jumps all around. I stand up and see Billie heavily breathing on the ground. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask him, kneeling down next to him. "I thought...oh my god. I swear I thought I was gonna die," he sighs, covering his face with both of his hands. "Oh, c'mon," I tell him, offering my hand to help him up. He sighs and lets me pull him up. Bear jumps up on Billie but he doesn't fall. I pull Bear off and laugh slightly at the fact that Billie was afraid of him.

"Ha ha, how funny," he says sarcastically, "How'd he get here anyways?" "I don't know. He was staying with my mom for awhile and...I don't know. She hasn't really left the house since my dad died..." I trail off, trying to figure out how Bear got here. "Your dad died?" Billie asks, walking over to me so we're eye level. "Oh...I thought I told you. Yeah, he died when I was around fifteen," I tell him. "Sorry..." he trails off. "Don't be...I'm over it," I say unsurely. "It sucks..." he continues his sentence. "Yeah, but I'm okay. It was awhile ago," I smile, hiding fake happiness behind my eyes. "Whatever you say," Billie says, smiling back.
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A/N: heyyy beautiful people!!! I hope u are all doing well! I'm doing absolutely fantastic! I'm meeting Green Day this Saturday and going to their concert on Monday!!!!! IM SO FREAKING EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!

Anyways, I hope u enjoyed this chapter! Thank u so much for all the reads and votes! It means so so so much!!!!!! ILYASM! XOXO
-Victoria