*Billie's POV*
I look back to the booth that Hayden was once sitting in and I see the ring. I didn't even notice her slip it off of her neck. I pick it up and quickly put it in my pocket before sitting back down next to Mac.
"That went better than the last time I saw her." she says sipping on her drink.
"Yeah... the thing is, she's schizophrenic. She was trying to be kind and not make things revolve around her. She's always been a selfless person, just didn't realize she was fighting against herself this whole time." I say, feeling that ring burning an all too familiar hole in my pocket.
"I get that. She's stronger than she gives herself credit for, I could tell she didn't want to be here. But she put her feelings aside to make you happy."
"See, but she shouldn't have to be unhappy for me to be happy." I tell her a little harsher than I meant to.
"Billie, do you know how relationships work? They're full of compromises and commitments to one another. Take my sister and I for example... she gets on my fucking nerves sometimes and I wanna smack the shit out of her when she doesn't listen. But I also know that she adores spending time at museums and taking art classes whereas I like spending time outside and being physical. Because she and I love one another I put up with her and gushing about her art classes and making a point to take her to new museum stuff because it means something to her. She does the same for me... just because different things make us happy doesn't mean that we can't put that aside for a moment."
Why this woman always right?
I sigh, "How do you always know what to say?"
"I've got a lifetime of knowledge baby." she says chuckling. "I'm kidding. My dad gave me this talk when I was younger about 'no ones gonna give a fuck about you but your family so don't screw em over' and he said that applied to all relationships that I wanted to hold onto. It's worked out pretty well I think."
"Have you ever compromised with me?" I ask out of curiosity.
"We're sitting in a diner Billie... we both know I can cook better than this." she says with a smirk.
"Oh my goddddd don't even get me started on the way you cook! I figured it'd be nice to let you not have to cook for once. I was trying to be nice here."
"See, you were trying to compromise even though I didn't ask you to. It's sweet." she says leaning over and kissing my cheek, while she grips my inner thigh.
Ok, mamas likes when I try to be sweet.
"Can we get outta here so we can get outta these clothes," she whispers in my ear as she tugs on my shirt.
"Check please!"
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I think this is number three for me.
My back arches off the bed as I feel her tongue inside of me. "Fuck mamas just like that!" Her thumb circles my clit, the added friction driving me wild as I cum. My mouth just hangs open and my breathing gets heavy as endorphins flood my brain.
Mac crawls up the bed and kisses me. I can taste myself on her lips. I grip her hips and flip us over, her giggles filling the room as her back hits the bed. I kiss her lips, her jawline, her neck, making my way down stopping just before her center. She likes to be teased, and I absolutely love teasing her.
I notice she has a small scar on the inside of he thigh, "What's this from?" I ask placing a kiss on it.
"Mmm that was from when I lived with my mom." she says quietly.
"Did she hurt you?"
"She didn't. But she also didn't stop me from being hurt. Look can we just not talk about that right now?" she says sitting up and putting her panties and shirt back on before walking out obviously frustrated.
The fuck did I do wrong?
She's always given me space when I need it, so I'll give her her's.
I put my clothes back on and head downstairs grabbing my keys. Mac isn't down here so I just head home without saying goodbye.
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I'm beginning to think that might have been a bad move. I've tried texting and calling Mac, but she doesn't answer. It's been four days now... of complete silence.
What the hell is going on?
Finn and I finished up the last couple of tracks today, so that's one less thing to worry about. I decide to swing by the hospital on my way home.
I walk up to the information desk. "Hello, how can I help you?"
"Uh, I'm looking for Mackenzie Jackson, could you tell me where I could find her?" I ask tapping my fingers on the desk.
"One moment, let me see if she's scheduled to work today." she says checking the roster, "I m afraid she's not in today. In fact, she's taken this and the following week off."
"Oh, did she happen to say why?"
"Well her birthday is next week, last I spoke with her she mentioned something about her mom and Florida." she says.
"Thanks..."
I didn't even know her birthday was coming up... I honestly didn't know much about her at all. I had never bothered to ask many questions. Looking back, I probably should have. Why was she so defensive about her past?
I sit in my car and pull out my phone to do some digging.
Skylar Jackson. Bingo.
Thank god for Instagram.
B
-hey, you with your sister?-
Sky 🤪
-yea y?-
B
-she ok? She hasn't been answering me?-
Sky 🤪
-tbh no-
-she went tf of on our mom-
-I'm literally only here because she asked me to go to the beach with her... didn't realize we'd be going all the way to Miami Beach-
B
-damn-
Sky 🤪
-I haven't seen her this drunk b4-
B
-fuck. just call me and put her on the phone.-
a/n: I did a bad thing and ate gluten... I have much regret. 😬🙃
