The alarm for the gate rang. I picked up the phone on the counter. "Ryan May speaking." I waited for the guard to start talking. Mom was doing laundry and dad was in the garage. Most fans didn't come around at dinner time. Any type of fans didn't get let in.
"We have the O'Connell family here for dinner." The guard sounded confused. Most people didn't just show up without us warning the security.
"Let them up." I ran down to the basement to tell mom. I all together abounded my post in the kitchen. Mom was ironing one of my shirts when I skidded into the laundry room. "Billie and her family are in the neighborhood." I gasped out. Billie was a cool person. She had completely dropped off the face of the earth after I dropped her off last week. I had been going surfing that day and didn't want to wait.
"I know," She reassured calmly. "I invited them." My mom was such a nut. She was so nonchalant that people were coming over.
"There's no food." I reminded her. Maybe I was trying to get out of it. They would be here in minutes.
"You were cooking it." Well that explains a lot. I just thought our dietitian was giving us new recipes for award season. There had been a surplus of food. "Oh," She stood up, putting the iron down for a moment. "don't tell your dad it's vegan." I sprinted upstairs. We were having alfredo. The peas may or may not have been forgotten in the disposal. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the microwave. I was a mess. Baby hairs everywhere. The smoky eye from the photoshoot earlier was looking more like a black eye. Going from a photoshoot, to an interview, and then surfing wasn't the best idea. My shirt was covered in old paint and stains. I snatched a flannel from the back of the couch. I couldn't fix my shorts that were nearly falling off.
A white Toyota pulled up into the driveway. I had to put in the security code so the cops wouldn't be called. I snuck into the garage to open the door. Dad was shocked when the door let in actual light to the dark room. "Time already." He rolled back under the car to finish it up. Billie smiled and waved. The O'Connell family followed besides Patrick who stayed to talk to my dad.
"I don't remember the gate." Billie commented. It's awesome to live in a gated community.
"I came through back roads." There's no security in the back. Easier to slip in and out. Billie winked. My mom appeared in the kitchen. I was commanded to set the table. Maggie brought cookies as a bonus and allowed me to have one early. Finneas and I got yelled at for stealing four cookies. Billie the master sneak stole six.
I sat next Billie at the table. Fin was across from us. We made fun of him the entire time. The ginger was the easiest target. Billies hand slowly crept up my thigh. I decided to corner Fin about Claudia. His face turned redder than his hair. "She's good." He stuttered. It was all to fun. I pushed Billies hand back down. He fingers stayed on my knee through the entire meal.
I had to go to my room for an interview once dinner was done. It took an hour to set up the screen recording on crappy signal from Australia isn't the easiest. The interview ended with me lying on my bed bored, playing Minecraft. The game was so addicting that I didn't hear the door open. It let out a squeak when my desk chair turned.
Billie was snuggled there, staring. "You got another one." She spoke. Her voice was low and grainy. For a soprano she sure did talk low. I looked down at my exposed side. A little set of scales were there to represent the libra scales.
"Got it for my birthday." I sat up and my t-shirt fell down. Billie came and perched herself on my bed side.
"You're old." She muttered.
"You turn seventeen in a month and a half. Chill." I shimmed closer to her. She didn't talk for a while. She even picked at the wood of my bed for a while. She ticked before looking at me.
"Will you be my girl?" She said dead serious.
"I already am one of your girls. You have that que guy also." She lunged at me. I was pinned to my own bed. She started really deep into my eyes. I could pick out the different shades of blue in her iris. When I was younger I would have been jealous of her. I saw my eyes as ugly even though they are just really dark blue. "No. Let me take you out. Be my actual girl. Ride or die, y 'know. Let me do all the romantic shit with you." She purred, pouting slightly. Her left hand had left my hand to cup my waist. I felt like I had just finished the third lap of the mile run.
"Hell yeah. I am free this weekend." I groaned, throwing my head back, feet slipping around the comforter. Her fingers started to pick at my waist band.
"Dope." She rolled off me. I sat up on my elbows. "I'll pick you up on Friday at eight." She blew a kiss before shutting my door.
"She doesn't even have a car." I flopped back down.
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Tramp Stamp. Billie Eilish
Fiksi Penggemar"Does your mom know have a tramp stamp?" She practically yelled. She had seen my tramp stamp. To exist in Hollywood you need to be tough. Sex is as good as a drug. Time is as good as money. Drugs are the currency Life is even harder for a child...
