My cheeks lit up at the flattery.
"Fuck off dude. She's not interested." Brooke snapped, rolling her eyes to express her disgust.
Dylan frowned at Brooke.
"What are you jealous or something?" He smirks, taunting her.
Brooke looked at him in shock, recovering quickly.
"No it's because she isn't interested in a porn star reject." Brooke retorted.
"We have the same face dumbass." Dylan groaned.
I watched this go down in confusion.
The same face?
Glancing between the two a few more times, I noticed the features they had in common.
Their jawline and nose shape were horribly similar.
"Twins!?" I choked out incredulously.
"Fraternal." They both corrected simultaneously.
I nodded in mock understanding. Their eyes were ofcourse different seeing as one was heterochromic, and their other features such as hair and the obvious difference in personality.
"Okay. . . This is weird." I muttered awkwardly.
"Tell me about it. . . how bout we ditch this joint and head to my bunk?" Douche asked, biting his lip seductively.
A lightbulb flashed in my mind.
"Absolutely not, but would you believe me if I told you I had a friend who was down?"
And the World's Best WingWoman Award goes to . . .
Douche's eyes lit up significantly, smiling dazedly at me.
Ding.
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and checked the text.
Billie
hey, thought we could go for a walk ?
I sucked in a breath.
"Hey uh guys, I gotta go."
Looking up at the faces of those around me, confusion flooded my features.
Brook had her eyes transfixed on the phone in my hands, a lost look on her face.
Dylan seemed to be very attracted to the ground, and Douche just smiled at me.
"Can you uh - take me back to the camp?" I asked Brooke, her nodding in response and moving the horse.
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"You know that saying 'being alone in the universe, is just as scary as not being alone in the universe?'"
We walked down the trail, the two of us engrossed in random conversation.
She looked at me blankly.
"Uh what the fuck?" She asked. "That is most definitely not something I think about on the daily."
"Fine then, what does the famous Billie Eilish think of on the daily?" I teased.
Her face drained of all amusement, suddenly becoming defensive.
"What? It's just a simple question."
She shook her head.
"Oh uh - nothing." She dismissed. "You know what I do think of?"
"What?"
"Burritos." She replied with a serious tone.
We met each other's eyes before bursting into a bottomless pit of laughter, choking on the words that remained in the air.
"Why is that me?" I laughed.
"Because everyone loves burritos, those things are the shit." Billie fantasized, rubbing her belly.
I playfully punched her shoulder, accidentally causing her to fall on the grass beneath us.
"Shoot Bil I'm-"
I was cut off by a pair of arms wrapping around my waist, tugging me down with her.
We both giggled as I hit the ground, unable to keep in our enjoyment.
Looking into her ocean eyes, my breath caught in my throat instantly. At this point, I was so close to her I could physically count each and every freckle that graced her fragile face.
She was stunning.
Her grip tightened on my waist, keeping me in place as her other hand raised to rest on my cheek.
She rubbed her thumb back and forth, warming my heart.
"Do you mind?" She whispered, hands still in their place.
"Please?" I pleaded.
She brought her face up to mine, slowly closing the distance.
And as our lips brushed, someone cleared their throat.
I scrambled off of Billie instantly, coughing to hide my obvious embarrassment.
Before me stood Miss Welsh, watching the two of us disapprovingly.
"When I warned you kids about no purple, that didn't excuse the 'no pink rule'" She spoke tightly.
"Sorry we were just uh -"
"Miss Eilish, I'd advise you went back to your cabin. Wouldn't want certain people to find out about this affair now, would we?" She asked, challenging Billie.
Fear passed over Billie's face instantly and she gulped. Without a word, she scrambled off the ground and made her way back to the camp.
"And you Miss Carter. I expected more from you." She stated before turning her back on me and following after Billie.
And there I was, standing lost and confused.
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