Dahlia is just coming to terms with her sexuality when Billie, the girl who stares too much and keeps popping up everywhere, comes to her school.
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{WARNING: This story contains foul language, mentions of sex, violence, mentions...
Dahlia and Billie's wedding binder. 😏 Pretend it's a big ass binder and not a notebook.
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Dahlia's POV *************
It had been a long week. But a good one! I got a lot accomplished.
Wednesday after school, Denver and I got a lot of shit done. I bought $50 worth of hole punchers just in case anyone in Mrs. East's class needed one, and I bought a shit ton of printer paper because I'm sure she's gonna need it. It felt nice doing something for my classmates, even though I hate most of them.
I bought Billie and I's wedding binder—boy, is that weird to say—and I'm so ready to fill it up! Denver and I went to the bank and we each started a savings account and I finally started a checking account. I already started helping him apply for some scholarships too, probably like twenty.
"Holy fuck, this dress is everything." I whispered to Cadence who was sitting right next to me at the kitchen island. I pointed at my laptop screen and she gasped, nodding quickly. "Definitely save it."
I did. After doing so, I switched tabs and looked down at my notebook. "Okay, I've sold fourteen things so far and if my calculations are correct...I've made $276.32. I'm gonna put every cent into my savings account." I mumbled to myself.
"So, I still live here, really, because of Billie," Finneas said before taking a sip of his coke. He, Caden, and Denver were sat on the other side of the Island, talking. "I'm 21. I could've moved out long ago, but my parents are gone a lot and I wanted to stick around and make sure she didn't do anything stupid all alone in the house—"
"I don't need a babysitter, I'm eighteen." Billie grumbled from beside me.
"Hey, this conversation is for people over here." He gestured to the boys sitting next to him before continuing. "But I'd say, the first step to moving out is definitely saving...You know, if you want I could ask the boss if he'd be willing to give you a raise. He likes me, so he might do it. I'll even ask if he'd be willing to pay me less in order to give you one."
"Dude, no," Denver shook his head quickly. "I can't ask you to do that for me."
"I'd be happy to do it, man! It's not like I really need it. I don't work there for the money, I just work there because it gives me something to do and because I like music. It's seriously no problem."
Denver smiled softly at Finneas before looking down, his cheeks flushing. "Thanks." He mumbled.
