Is it.. love ? / Billie Dean Howard x Reader fanfiction

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I smile at Billie Dean and show her a box who's next to the stairs. Inside, there is a lot of kitchen furniture so I tenderly ask Billie if she could put the items in their respective closets. She smiles back at me and starts doing what I asked her, while I do the same thing but with all my books.

She sometimes looks at what I'm doing, and the title of the books.

- You read a lot, that's interesting !

She says while opening a second box, also filled with kitchen items.

- Haha, yeah, I'm a reader.

- What's your favorite book ?

She asks while putting my cooking tools in the kitchen cupboards.

- Well it's originally a play but we can find it on books.. it's The Imaginary Invalid by Molière.

She nods silently, still smiling. Wow, her smile is beautiful.

- What about you ?

I ask while looking at the cover of an old book and putting it on my new shelf.

- I'd say.. The Man Who Laughs, by Victor Hugo.

- Oh, I read this book once. It's a really good one.

She smiles at me while we make eye contact. Both embarassed, we turn back to our "work".

- Interesting.. a beautiful blonde haired girl comes into my house to help me, and we have a lot in commun. I'd love to keep contact with her after that small interaction that would had helped a lot ! She's really nice. I mean, even if she doesn't talk much, probably because she's shy, she asked me if she could help unpacking, and that's already really nice. We both like french authors, and that's nice too. I wonder if what she's thinking about.

That's what I'm thinking before I turn my head to see her. She has her ear next to a wall, and seems like she heard something. I'm perturbed.

- Um.. Billie ? Are you okay ?

I let a giggle come out, but she doesn't give me any answers. After a few long seconds, she shakes her hand and says .

- Oh my ! I'm so sorry ! I just.. got distracted !

- Oh haha Billie, that's okay ! No need to apologize !

She seems.. scared.

- Billie ? Do you need to lie down ?

I point at the couch, still covered by a thin tarp.

- N-No, I'm fine.

She says before fainting and falling on the kitchen floor.

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