Don't Hug Me I'm Scared {Billie Eilish}

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Dahlia's POV
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"Billie, please get your tongue out of my ear." I said in a funny voice before smacking the phone away from my face. I laughed at her funny laugh and shook my head as I walked away from her.

Billie and I decided we needed to spend this entire Saturday together as a do-over for the tragedy that was last Saturday. She came over bright and early this morning and we've been acting stupid with one another ever since.

We've been taking pictures of and with one another, snap chatting with one another and we even did a live stream earlier. She said she wanted to have fifty
million pictures and videos of us in her camera roll by the end of today and I think she might just reach that goal if we keep this up.

"Baby, come back!" She pouted, reaching her arms out for me. I shook my head, stuck my tongue out at her and walked into my closet, sitting down on the floor and yanking my shoes off. Earlier we'd been having another fashion show—our favorite pass time because apparently we're twelve-year-olds—and I hadn't taken off the last outfit I'd put on yet.

"I'm hungry!" I shouted after a few moments. We didn't even eat breakfast this morning. I gasped as I stood back up and ran over to my bed, jumping right on top of her. She grunted as I landed on her stomach and almost elbowed her in the face.

"We have the whole house to ourselves today, Bil!" I reminded her for the third time today.

"So what's up then? You tryna fuck in the living room?" I squealed and let out an embarrassing laugh as her fingers dug into my sides, tickling me.

"For the last time, absolutely not." I shook my head.

"Boring."

"I'm a fuck in the kitchen type of gal, but okay." I muttered. Her mouth fell open and her eyes got wide as she looked at me and I smirked.

She practically scrambled off the bed, me letting out a frightened shout as she did. I thought she was gonna drop me, but thankfully she didn't. She somehow managed to carry me out of the room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen without killing us both, and I've never been more proud of her.

"Well, we've arrived!" She grinned as she sat me down on the counter. I nodded happily. "I knew you'd bring me down here if I said that."

"Have I been tricked?" She tilted her head.

"You have. I wanna make something!"

"Love?"

"Ew." I cringed, hitting her chest. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter before pulling me in for a deep kiss.

I pushed her shirt up and put my hands under it as her hands gripped at my ass hungrily. She broke the kiss after a few minutes, and I whined, but that quickly turned into a moan once she bit my neck harshly and then licked it.

I pulled away from her and lifted her shirt up further, biting my lip as I stared at her stomach. She yanked the shirt over her head before attacking my neck again, one of her hands squeezing it tightly while the other trailed over my thigh and then into my pants.