Billie White

Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The front door slammed, and I threw off my robe. An unnecessary amount of cleavage, burst out of my white fitting wife beater. I pulled the high waisted denim, quarter lengths over my mini love handles and exhaled deeply. Taking a strand of my blonde cropped hair, I twirled it endlessly round my finger; sucked in my cheeks, and bit my lower lip.

I’d managed to tame Courtney’s provocative side, just a bit yesterday. She’d insisted on me wearing, short shorts. Although, she has become completely oblivious to the thickness of my thighs, and how plum shaped my but was. So much so, that when I reluctantly tried them on, I could literally feel everything splitting through the seams.

We’d both concluded on mutual terms though, on a wife beater, high waisted quarter lengths, and my black Vans. “Simple, yet sexy,” Courtney had said ... Although, I’d quietly disagreed. I mean, other than the fact that my butt, looked pretty good and my boobs were clearly on show ... I didn’t really see what was so sexy, about Vans, denim and a plain wife beater.

Shrugging, I stuffed my keys and twenty bucks into one pocket, and my phone in another. I felt it vibrate gently in my pocket, and I pulled it out after checking my face.

I unlocked my phone, to see I had a text from my mom. Hello Billie. Would you like pizza tonight? I felt a warm giddy feeling, stir within me. Controlling my smile, I replied,

Yes! And Cola and ice cream for dessert too, right?!

Sliding my phone into my pocket, I grabbed my beach bag and ran down into the kitchen. We didn’t have any picnic baskets and I wasn’t taking our green laundry one either ... So the beach bag would have to do.

I dumped my bag on the kitchen table, and peeked out of the window. Smiling, I realized that my mom had gone to walk Jessie, then she’d come back and go to work. I silently thanked her, then pulled the readymade sandwiches out of the fridge. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” I muttered as I loaded the sandwiches into the bag. I hadn’t even told Roman about any of this either, so I could show up with a bag of sandwiches, whilst he’s in the middle of some family argument. 

My phone vibrated and I checked it again. Sure, honey. I smiled, texted back thank you, and finished packing the rest of the food.

Zipping up the bag, I left the shaded kitchen and made my way through the front door. I locked it, hopped off of the porch and made my way down the sidewalk. My hand clutched onto the strap of the bag, as I recited my monologue thoroughly in my head. He's a man, he's a dick, he's a man, he's a dick, he's a chicken, he's a dad. I could feel my face going through a series of facial expressions, as I approached Roman’s house. It wasn’t too busy though, so it was fine.

When I got to Roman’s house, I slowly made my way down the path. I ventured down the path, but was caught off guard, by a sudden yelp which came from inside the house. I forced myself not to look through the windows, and made my way to his front porch, then knocked firmly on the door. I heard fast heavy footsteps approaching, and I tightened my grip on the strap of the bag. The door swung open, and Roman stood there with a grin, plastered on his face. His dark benevolent eyes, shone brightly and his broad chest heaved up and down. “Billie! What are you doing here?” He bit his lower lip, eyed me up and down, then smirked. I felt a blush creep up my neck, and I swallowed hard. I guess denim and a wife beater was sexy.

“Um,” I started and cleared my throat. “Do you wanna go, on a picnic?” Roman’s eyes widened, and he just stared at me. He crossed his lean arms over his broad chest, and bent his head slightly so his bangs fell across his eyes. They lit up, and I felt my stomach wrench and blossom, as a cherry sweet smile spread across his lips. “I know it’s sudden, but-”