Sinning like a saint // BJA

[11] Ophelia

"What's wrong Billie?" Ollie asked him as we sat around his dinner table. We as in him, I, his mom, my mom and my twin brother.

I was still unbelievably angry at Billie for the other night, he blew up my phone asking if I was safe and I chose to ignore every single one of his texts and calls. So I hadn't really spoken to him until I said 'excuse me' when I walked past on my way to the dinner table. And that was it.

"Nothing mom," He grunted annoyed as he pushed his food around on his plate.

"Why aren't you eating sweety?" My mom joined in.

"I ate earlier on," he told her. "I guess I'm just too full up for anything else."

"What about you?" My mom asked me. I looked down at my plate. I hadn't eaten much either.

"I don't feel too well," I lied.

"You feel ill?"

"A little, maybe it's just a cold,"

"A cold from what?"

"Maybe from walking back in the cold." I huffed as I glanced over at billie, but was still technically talking to my mom.

He rolled his eyes at me as he carried on with messing with his food on his plate.

"You know if you both are just going to sit and play with your food you might as well just head up stairs into Billies room," Ollie commented.

"Mkay." Billie shrugged as he got out his chair and walked out the door.

Then Ollie looked at me. "Aren't you following?"

"I guess." I sighed pushing myself away from the table as I got up out of my chair.

I slowly walked up the stairs as I knocked on his door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me," I sighed. "I have to stay up here with you until my mom and Tom finish their food and decide to head home."

"Okay," Was all he replied with.

I waited on the other side of the door. For a moment just to see if he was gonna add anything else on, but he didn't.

"Can I come in then?" I asked.

"I guess,"

I took a deep breath in before I turned his door knob and opened his door. I walked in closing the door behind me, he was just sorta sat on his bed playing on his phone. So I made my way over to his spiny desk chair and sat down on it.

We sat in silence for a few moments. None of us spoke up, and it was so odd for us to do that, normally we could never shut up. But I was so angry and hurt by the other day.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I did to you the other night. That was really shitty of me," he sighed as he turned his phone off and dropped it on the bed beside him looking over at me. I spun a little left to right on the chair looking back at him too.

"You're right, it was shitty."

"That's why I'm apologising."

"You picked her over me."

"I didn't pick anyone over anyone, I just didn't want her walking back with Miles."

"So you made me get out so she could get in. You chose her to be in the car over me. Because you didn't trust her,"

"Phee what else was I suppose to do?" He asked, "What other options did I have?"

"You could have just let her walk home with him. You could have just let someone else drive and let Ella have their seat and you walk home since it was your problem, not mine. But instead I had to get out and walk home because you don't think very fast,"