The Motto Was Just a Lie//BJA

The Heist

"Maybe we should wait...I mean we just met," I tell Billie hesitantly. "Oh, c'mon! It'll be great!" he persuades me. "I just think we shouldn't..." I trail off. "You worry too much," he whines, and continues on with me following closely behind, trying not to blow our cover. "Hey! Who the hell are you?!" a tall, bulky man asks us, sounding drunk and aggravated. He walks towards us, but passes us and continues to walk, gibbering quietly to himself. He continues down the road and Billie turns towards me. "Spoon in the knife drawer," he laughs, then looks at me for a moment, "Have I ever told you how utterly stunning your eyes are?" "Shut up. If we want to get this done, we've gotta keep moving," I whisper to him and continue to crouch down low and waddle my way across the asphalt, Billie now following me.
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You're most likely very confused at the moment. Let me start back at the beginning of this heist. After we talked about our funny, and equally disturbed, childhoods, Ben decided to call. Billie saw the caller ID and smirked at me, and decided he would answer the phone. I, being the person who has the slowest reaction time, didn't take my phone out of his hands quick enough, so he answered. This was all I got out of the conversation:

"Hello?...No, not right now...Mhm...oh yeah...definitely...Yes, we are...I don't know about that...she loves that...okay...alright...bye." I was on the verge of tears and ready to have a panic attack before Billie smiled, "You've got a date to attend to." Then, yes, I did have a panic attack. "Cara, it's okay. I promise. You're not actually going on the date, like, at all. We're going to play him like a fiddle...if I could actually play a fiddle...let me rephrase. We're going to play him like a guitar," Billie said, trying to calm me down. "He's gonna hurt me, and kill me, and-and god knows what else—" I rambled until Billie interrupted, "No, he's not. I'm going to be with you the entire time and I'm a hell of a good friend that won't let him hurt you...but on the odd occasion that he does, can I have your dog?" he joked, which did make me feel slightly better, but I didn't show it.

After a few more minutes of my panicking, I finally calmed down and began to laugh hysterically. "Okay, psycho...I'm gonna get you some water," Billie said, walking into the kitchen. My laughter died down and I looked at Billie as he walked in with a glass of water. "Thanks," I mumbled before taking a sip of water. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll admit, that was stupid...but we get to mess with Ben," Billie tried to cheer me up. I glare at him and look down at the glass of water in my hands. "I'm sorry...y'know, you don't have to forgive me, but you still have to do this for me," he laid his head on my shoulder and smirked. "Do what?" I asked, pushing him off of me. "Here's my plan: I arranged the date with Ben, obviously. So you and I sneak up on the bar you two are supposed to meet at and we sabotage him. I know the owner of the bar, and he owes me one, so don't worry about expenses. Then, well, the rest is a surprise...and it doesn't involve Ben," he said, smiling happily at the last sentence. "I'm going to regret this, but fine," I concurred.

So, yes, now, here Billie and I are, sneaking up on my crazy ex in order to sabotage him and to enjoy the "surprise" Billie has in store.
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"This is the bar?" I ask, looking at Billie intently. He nods his head and stands up, beginning to walk in the bar. "Billie?! What are you doing?!" I whisper-yell at him. "Trust me! Just wait out here," he replies. I watch as he walks inside the bar and takes a seat far from Ben. Billie talks to the bar tender for a moment and whispers something to him without Ben noticing. He then proceeds to leave the bar and walk back over to where I am. "Okay, now, we wait," Billie says, crouching down and wrapping his arm around me.
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"Not to be a complainer or anything, but this is taking forever," I whine. "Look," he says, pointing in the direction of the bar. Through the window, I see Ben take a sip of his drink and immediately spit it out all over the place. "What'd you give him?" I ask Billie, who smiles widely with joy. "He asked for a gin and tonic...that's full on tonic mixed with apple cider vinegar," Billie laughed. "That's it?" I question, tilting my head to the side ever so slightly. "Oh, c'mon! That was funny!" he insists, "You had to have felt a little bit good watching him spit out the drink, right?" I scoff and shrug, "Yeah, I guesso." He sighs and pulls me up with him as he stands up. "He's gonna see us!" I tell Billie, looking back at the bar. "Don't worry, we're here and he's all the way over there," he calms me down. "Then why did we crouch down that entire time?!" I complain. "Well...I-I don't know," he says suddenly, laughing slightly. I playfully glare at him and start walking back to the car. "Where are you going?" Billie asks. "Aren't we going home?" I shoot back. He shakes his heads and gestures for me to walk with him. Once I'm next to him, he throws his arm over my shoulders and begins to walk me to wherever he's taking me.

"I hope you know I hate surprises," I tell him, laughing slightly. "I hate them too, but I don't know, I guess I kinda wanna show you this anyways...I just a can't really explain it to you," he says. We talk a bit while we walk, but since I moved here only a couple of weeks ago, I'm mainly taking in the scenery of Oakland. It's a nice town, or at least, the nicest I've ever lived in. There's a lot of music-oriented people who're walking around as well; They're going to small concerts, going to bars, or whatever else you can do in a town like Oakland.

We take a turn down a small alleyway where not many other people are, and I get slightly concerned, but I don't really say anything. As we continue, there's less streetlights and people around, but it's calming in a way. We come to a chain link fenced area with a sign above that reads "Will's Scrap Yard." The "r" on the sign has fallen off, but left an outline of itself where it used to sit. "Before you say anything, I'm not just taking you to a junk yard...it's more than that. Give me one second, just wait right here," he says, and walks around the corner, leaving me all by myself. I hear a slight buzzing noise and then in a breathtaking moment, every single neon light in the scrap yard shines brightly. I'm mesmerized and don't even notice that Billie's standing next to me again. Different signs light up that all advertise something different. "Sorry it's cliché," Billie says, laughing to himself. "I don't care. It looks so much prettier in real life," I tell him, taking a step closer to all of the lights.

"I guess that's the way you are too. Y'know, when I first saw you in the recording booth, I thought you were pretty, but then we talked in the hallway and you were stunning," he flirts. "Screw off," I blush, beginning to walk around the entire perimeter of the scrap yard. Billie follows me and I start to feel butterflies in my stomach.

Oh no. Here come 'dem feels.' This is so sweet, but how much do you wanna bet he brings every girl he knows here? To him, I'm just another groupie and I won't mean anything to him. However, I can't deny how beautiful this really is. Who would've thought that a scrap yard could be so lovely? Well, I guess Billie did.
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A/N: heyyy beautiful people!!! I hope u are all doing fantastic! I'm sorry it took me awhile to update! I've been trying to make this chapter really good and I hope I did! And I hope all of u lovelies enjoy it!

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-Victoria