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"you look so good!" i say to billie.
"you think?" she asks.
"yea i do, you're so fine." i say looking her up and down.
"why didn't you say all this last night?" she asks.
"i was half asleep." i tell her.
"hmm." she says. "i have something to tell you."
"what's up? your ex again?" i ask.
"no." she gives me a blank stare. "so i have to leave for japan in like three day's i think and i was wondering if you wanted to come?" billie says smiling at me.
"wait really?" i say excitedly.
"yea."
"oh my god." i say happily.
"is that a yes?" billie laughs.
"yes it's a yes!" i say and hug her tightly. "what is it for?" i ask her.
"im gonna be working with a company to design some clothes and stuff like that."
a big smile makes its way onto my face. "im so so proud of you baby, you deserve all of this and so much more." i say and she smiles at me and wraps her arms around my waist again.
"thank you." she says quietly.
"wait." i say.
"what?" she asks me.
"i have to meet your parents?" i ask her.
"yes sahar." she says chuckling.
i immediately feel myself tense up. "what if they don't like me?" i say. "what do we tell them we are? do they know about us?" i ask.
"mama relax, i know their gonna like you. and she knows that we like each other but that's all she needs to know. it's our business." she says interlocking our fingers.
"aw you told your mom about me?" i ask while pouting.
"yea." she says and blushes.
"thats cute, you're cute." i say before giving her a kiss on the lips.
"so you can sleepover the night before we leave if you want." she says.
"okay, that's fine." i say. • 2 days later..
i have all my stuff packed and billies on her way to pick me up now.
im really nervous to meet her parents but i knew this time would come sooner or later.
she texts me that she's outside so i grab my suitcase and my other bag then i walk outside.
billie pops the trunk for me so i put my stuff in then get into her car.
