❝ I CAN'T STAND YOU...
BUT I CAN'T STAND TO
BE AWAY FROM YOU EITHER ❞
Billie needed some place to live.
She couldn't live alone, it
was too expensive
with her poorly paying job
and student loans.
She finds a advertisement online
where...
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HE STEPPED INTO THE APARTMENT WITH HIS HANDS ON HIS HIPS. His eyes scanned it, taking in every detail of the place.
"Looks like a nice place," He says, glancing over his shoulder at the girl stood behind him, her hands fumbling behind her back with nerves.
"It is, and- and Timmy is nice too," She says, "His room is on the left,"
"Oh yeah...I keep forgetting you live with a guy," Zac chuckles, trying to make it funny, but Billie can hear the strain behind it.
On their date, Zac had been more than invasive with his questioning of Billie, and it had made her want to stab herself with the fork she was holding if she was being honest. But still, they both made it home fork-stab-free.
Billie walks over to Timmy's door and knocks softly. She knew he was in, she could hear him playing his keyboard softly through the door. A few seconds later, he opens the door, pushing a hand through his unruly hair.
"You okay?" He asks, he towered above her, he was 5'10 and she was merely 5'4. Her boyfriend was a little taller than Timothée but somehow, Zac was less intense, less intimidating, less...inviting...
"Hi, I'm Zac, Billie's boyfriend,"
Billie's eyes snap away from Timothée and towards her boyfriend, "Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to introduce you guys,"
"Right," Timmy says, covering his mouth to hide his smirk, once he'd regained himself, he offered his hand out to Zac, "Nice to meet you,"
"Likewise," Zac says, shaking his hand, "Nice flat,"
"Thanks man," Timothée says, nodding as he leans against the door, "You two have fun,"
"I'm sure we will," Zac says, forcing a smile as he takes a seat on the sofa, opening two bottles of beer with the bottle opener he had on his keys. Timothée gives Billie a smile before stepping back into his room and closing the door.
Billie lets out a deep sigh, turns on her heel and walks to sit down beside Zac. He turns on the little TV and puts on a random channel before putting his arm around Billie. She cuddles into his side, staring towards the door that Timothée had just closed. She felt the tension when they'd shook hands, like it was a display of dominance. In a strange way, it was.
They spent hours on the sofa, chatting about everything they'd missed- mostly stuff about Zac's medical school or about the people Zac was living with or Zac's parents or Zac's broken washing machine. It was Zac, Zac, Zac until Billie brought up the godfather idea that Rochelle and Emma had asked about. Zac seemed as shocked as she had, after all, Rochelle had 2 brothers she could ask and Emma's best friend outside of the trio was a guy, and she'd known him way longer than they'd known Zac.
"Perhaps they want a couple as the godparents so that if anything happens to the kid, at least they kinda have a parental situation going on," Zac points out. Billie hadn't thought of that, but she believed that could possibly be it.
"Isn't it strange that they want a kid already?" Billie asks, sitting up so she can look at him.
"I don't think so, I'd have kids with you now, if you wanted to," Zac says and Billie almost chokes on her own spit.
"Seriously?" She blurts, a laugh follows, but Zac's face remains serious.
"Maybe not after that reaction," He chuckles, shaking his head. He knocks back the rest of his beer and puts the empty bottle on the coffee table before turning to her again, "Seriously though, I would if you wanted to, and if you wanted to settle,"
Her stomach twisted at the thought of having children at 23. At settling down with a family home and a family life. She shook her head, cringing.
"I don't think I'm ready for that, I'm barely out of university, I have a shit job...Just because you're gonna' be a doctor, doesn't mean we'll be able to live with a kid...Emma and Rochelle are successful women," Billie says, she looks at the time on her phone, "Anyway, I think we should turn in,"
"Sure," Zac nods. He turns off the TV and makes sure all the lights are off before following Billie to the bedroom.
Billie takes off the clothes and dumps them on the floor, deciding to sleep in her underwear. She climbs under the covers and watches as Zac follows suit. He places a kiss on her lips and she smiles softly towards him when he moves back. The kissing escalates rather quickly, and suddenly, even their underwear is gone, the bed creaking loudly and fake mutters of false pleasure. Once the climax is over, well, Zac's climax, the two of them turn over. Zac falls asleep almost immediately after disposing of the condom, and Billie is left to lie there, unsatisfied and not tired having simply said she wanted to head to bed because of where the conversation was headed.
Billie climbs out of the bed and gets dressed, opening the bedroom door and heading towards the bathroom- after all, it was good to pee after sex. She opens the door and gasps at the sight of Timothée standing naked- well almost, he just about managed to cover his most private parts.
"What the fuck-" Timothée yelps, "Get out!"
"I'm so- I'm so sorry, the door- it wasn't locked-" She stammers, turning her back, "I'm sorry,"
"Fuck sake, I have to listen to your fake an orgasm then you come and walk in on me getting ready for a shower. Just because his dick isn't good enough, doesn't mean you can seek out mine," Timothée snaps, pushing her out of the bathroom. Before she can yell back about his distasteful comment he slams the door in her face and fastens the lock.
"You cock!" She calls through the door. Praying that Zac was still sound asleep, unable to hear the unruly words the pair had just shouted. She stands staring at the door for a moment, unable to comprehend what just happened. How dare he speak to her like that! He didn't even know her! How did he know she was faking it?!
Finally, she feels like she can breathe normally again, she shakes her head, returning to her room. Luckily, Zac was still fast asleep, twitching every now and then like he did when he was dreaming. Billie slides back under the covers and thinks about all the horrible things she wishes she could scream at Timothée Chalamet right now.
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Thank you for reading & I hope you enjoyed!!!
Honestly fuck Timmy in this chapter cos yike
but this is where it really BEGINS BITCHES !!!!!
Also my gifs are still not working??? Anyone know whats up with that?
