Billie POV
"Fuck your boss just emailed me a long ass list" she says. "Oops I mean your boss just sent me a really long list Miss.Eilish" she says making me laugh.
"I'm use to it"
"I should be more formal excuse my language"she says smiling and scrunching her nose up.
"Naw dont worry about it. Honestly I would rather that then you being ass"I say truthfully. Honestly I don't know how long it'll take to get us to the arena. Hopefully she won't take a nap and ditch on me though. "So how old are you"
"I'm 19 but according to google you're 17?" She asks raising her eyebrow. "Wow thats pretty young for music artists. You basically got your whole life planned and I still don't know by the time I'll get back I'll still have a job or a home" she says running her hands through her hair.
"Shit. Why did your parents throw you out. I feel really bad"
"Don't be. My mom is mad that I'm gay or whatever and thinks this tour is some lgbt event that I'm leaving her for 5 months" she says laughing it off but still seeming hurt.
"Well I mean I know we don't know each other that well but really if you need somewhere to stay you can always stay with us" I say being serious with her.
"You're my boss. I don't really know why I told you anything in the first place. You don't worry about that anyways you have a whole tour to be thinking about. I should probably start looking at apartments now" she says going through her bag to grab her laptop.
I walk to the front of the bus to go catch up with Finneas but I get a message from Q.
Q💛: hey ma
Me:miss me already?
Q: naw I just wanna know where you put my earphones 😂
Me: oops I may have taken them
Q: you stay taking my shit. I got something for u when u get bck 🙃
Me: I'll look forward to it 😏
Y/n POV
I started to look at apartments for the first time and the only way I could actually move into a nice apartment. Like a nice enough apartment that I would want to see harper and me in or just a apartment for harper to see me in.
Maybe I can squeeze another job into my schedule. The thing is where? I'm not continuing college. I'm super young. Who the fuck would want me to work with them.
I shut my laptop and walk into the bathroom. The bathroom was pretty small and very tight. I kinda just broke down out of stress. Fuck I don't know why I was stressing over it now when I have 5 months to deal with it but when I get back I just wanna look put together for my baby girl.
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أدب الهواةY/n is looked down upon by her parents because of her sexuality. To help get out of her toxic home y/n has 3 different jobs just so she can save up and leave. Things get different when she meets Billie and gets some weight off her shoulder. Y/n wil...
