Sinning like a saint // BJA

[16] kissed it better

I had woken up some time before Billie had, so I crawled out of bed and out his arms. And made my way into my bathroom to brush my teeth.

I walked out with the toothbrush still in my mouth as I noticed Billie rubbing his eyes sat up looking around.

"Morning," I gargled through the toothpaste in my mouth.

"How did I end up here? I thought I was drinking with Tre and Mike?" He asked me looking around holding his head as I quickly went into the bathroom and spat out my toothpaste into the sink. "Oh my god I didn't come here to do or say anything stupid did I?"

"No Billie," I laughed. "Mike dumped you here, so I let you stay the night." I explained as I leaned in the bathroom doorway connected to my room.

"Oh, so I didn't say anything stupid?"

Then he paused again. I was about to ask him again until he opened his mouth. "Mike told me not to say anything stupid. So I think I'll be quiet."

"No, you didn't," I finally answered after remembering what he had said to me.

"Oh thank god,"

I walked back into the bathroom and spat out the toothpaste again before rinsing the toothbrush and putting it back in the cupboard over the sink.

I walked back into my room. "You got a hang over?"

"A massive out," he answered. His voice was groggily and tired. "Remind me never to drink ever again."

"You tell me that every time you wake up with a hang over and I'm normally the one you get drunk with again."

"Good point,"

We heard the front door of the house open as I feminine voice shout through, "It's just me!"

"My moms home," I looked over to Billie. "I'm gonna go down and see her. Feel free to use my shower; you still smell of alcohol," I laughed to him standing up off of the bed and walking out the room.

"You didn't seem to mind when you was hugging me through out the night," he mumbled to himself. I cringed lightly as I walked out and decided to pretend I didn't hear what he said. How did he not remember getting here last night but he remembers.... maybe he woke up mid way through the night.

Fuck sake.

I walked down the stairs to see my mom in the kitchen which was connected between the living room. Only way separating the two rooms was a counter which didn't make it the whole way.

"Hi mom," I smiled nicely to her as she sat down at the table with her book.

"Morning sweety, everything alright last night?"

"Yeah everything's fine, Billies over by the way. I hope that's okay,"

"Course it is, Ollie is coming around later on. We're going to have a little fire together in the back garden," she explained to me.

"We are?"

She nodded slowly to confirm we were.

"You got marshmellows right?"

She nodded again.

"Awesome,"

~

"Stop hogging the bag of marshmellows Beej!" I demanded to him as he sat beside me in a lawn chair, grasping onto the bag of marshmellows.

"They're for all of us!" He protested quickly moving the bag further away from me.

"Then stop stealing them all! They're to put on a stick and hover over the fire you jerk!"