In which Finneas' best friend, Jen Roscoe and his younger sister, Billie Eilish, stay at his home during quarantine and become more than the acquaintances they once were.
Weeks passed by, more than anybody in the house could count. They lived their lives in twos now: Jen, Claudia and Finneas and Billie, Claudia and Finneas. Jen had contacted her manager too many times to count, begging him to get her a flight home and her request being denied every time, it just wasn't possible yet.
The lockdown restrictions had eased, and that was exactly how Jen found herself in a car with Bryce and the rest of his friends for 18 hours on the way to Texas. Bryce had friends out there, rich friends, who were renting a mansion for the week. It seemed silly for Jen to pass by on the opportunity to spend a week intoxicated with some of her closest friends, and away from Billie.
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odairodairTEXAS BOYS jenroscoe yeehawwwww
finneas Enjoy! jenroscoe will do o'connell
mariasims so u can travel across state but not overseas for me? 😤 jenroscoe car versus plane
nataliaaa imy jenroscoe imym but i'll see u soon (i loved the zoom call btw!)
bilz does lockdown not apply to you? jenroscoe ur allowed to travel across states!
roscoeloverx IS BILLIE GOING TOO?
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"This is so fucking sick!" Jonas exclaimed, looking around in awe at the residence they were staying in for the next week. His friend, Nathen had given them the grand tour, leaving them on the lawn and disappearing to buy more White Claws for everybody there.
"Jen, you coming?" Dylan shouted from the balcony, holding a joint in between his fingers.
"For sure," Jen called back, leaving Jonas to fall into conversation with the rest of his friends. She paced into the house, up a flight of stairs and into a bedroom which looked like it'd been hot boxed for hours.
"Fucking hell," Jen laughed as she stepped in, immediately receiving a joint from a girl that she didn't recognise.
Jen took a long drag, passing it to Dylan who had a girl draped over him. "Jen," she introduced herself to the girl sat next to her on the bed.
"Quinn," she replied. "And that's Martha." Jen took in the girl's features, blonde hair that stopped just below the small of her back, plump lips and pale brown eyes. She was a typical Valley girl, but Jen didn't mind.
