hot and bothered

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y/n's pov: (btw the photo of bil's fit is the one i describe in this chapter)

I shake Cam's body trying to wake her up.

"Cmon Cam. It's late." She squinted one eye open and frowned.

"Fuck we're here already." She shot herself up and hopped out of the car. Her white lace tank top strap was falling off her shoulder and her mini skirt was falling below her waist. Her mascara was smeared under her eyes, the straps of her heels were loose causing her to wobble.

"Whoa." Can nervously laughed keeping her ground by catching herself on my shoulder.

"Let's go drunk ass." I rolled my eyes at her and chuckled. She linked her arm with mine.

"Not funny, kink girl." I stopped in my tracks and gave her a small slap on her cheek.

"FUCK YOU." She began to laugh so hard she held her stomach with her other arm.

"My bad, babe." She snickered.

I helped Cameron up the stairwell to my apartment it took her a good 10 minutes catching her step and what not.  Still linked to my arm I unlocked my apartment door with Cameron practically falling asleep on me. I helped Cameron to my couch and by the time her head hit the pillow she was snoring.

"Oh please snore louder, asshat." I huffed at her sleeping body. I rolled my eyes and walked away. I jumped in the shower thinking about everything that had just happened. What happened really?

Billie happened.

My conscious started to speak for me as I let the steaming water hit my back. I felt my cheeks go hot remembering everything that occurred. She was a breath of fresh air. A beaming light of hope. A new home.

I wrapped my hair with the towel, quickly getting dressed, I wipe my hand across the foggy mirror. I let my wet hair down looking at my reflection, I didn't know who that person was sometimes. I feel like looking at yourself if a mirror is an out of body experience, unreal and terrifying. I over thank too much but just brushed the stupid thoughts away.

I climb into my bed staring at Billie's text message, finally sending her my address.

I looked at my phone and rolled my eyes at her response. Tomorrow i'm going to see her again slap her across the fucking face. I giggled at my thoughts and rolled over to sleep.

bil's pov:

The morning sun blazes my eyes and I stare at my text message to y/n.

"Pussy." I laughed at my response to her probably causing her face to get red.

I look at the time on my phone "12:32pm"

"Fuck I have to be there in at least thirty minutes."

I change my clothes into a Soto Gang hoodie with matching sweats and place a beanie over my neon green roots. I walk out of my room and give my mom a kiss on the cheek on my way out of the house.

I hop in my dragon (billie's car if you're not aware lmfao) driving to a local flower shop to pick up some flowers for y/n.

"Thank you." I take the bouquet out of the woman's hand walking out of the shop.

"Will she even fucking like these?" I stare at the white roses mumbling under my breath. "Whatever."

I pull up to the address y/n sent me to be greeted by a beautiful modern apartment building.

"Damn shawty got bank."

I think to myself hoping out of my car. I quickly jog up the stairs finally knocking on her door. I put my hands behind my back holding the flowers.

"Hi." She smiled at me and I bit my lip back to her.

"Hey, Ma."

"Why do you have your hands behind your back dork?" She giggled at me.

I move my hands showcasing the bouquet I bought her and her eyes lit up. She placed her right hand over her mouth and with her left took the bouquet.

"Billieee" She pouted her lips. With her soft palms she grabbed my face and placed a passionate kiss on my lips.

"Thank you, my love." She kissed me one more time smiling.

"Of course. Now, beautiful I want to get to know you not just how you taste." I grip her waist placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Well? You going to show me in, missy."

"After you, Billie"

Her apartment wasn't huge but it was homey. Her whole apartment represented the personality she had displayed to me already. A free spirit is what she was. She had plants and cute little paintings all over the walls. She had a record player with hundreds of records under it. Along with a vanilla scent that was welcoming and made me smile.

"I love it so much, y/n. It's so YOU." She giggled and blushed a little bit.

"Thank you, Billie."

"You look comfy, dork."

"I thought it was appropriate to show you how I usually dress."

"Baggy clothes the move?"

"You already know." I smiled at her and she led me to her room placing her body on her bed instructing me to sit.

"So what do you wanna know, Eilish?"

i know i sucking for uploading so late y'all could slap me. i'm actually on vacation at the moment and haven't had the time i'm sorry babies! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget to vote on that chapter! i love you xo follow my ig @fatherbil