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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

I woke up quite later than what I normally did, not that I was complaining- I needed the catching up on sleep.

"Where the fuck is my phone?" I mumbled moving my pillow and quilts trying to find it. I finally realised it had fell on the floor as I grabbed it and turned it on.

'5 miss calls from Billie Joe
2 miss calls from Eden'

"Great, what the fuck have I done,"

I debated which one to call. Billie had called me more, but Eden was already angry. Billie never calls me, only when he needs me. But god- Eden's already angry.

Finally after hovering my finger over both notifications, I pressed Billie as I began to call him back.

As it rang I jumped out of bed and grabbed my hair brush, pulling it through my knotty hair violently.

"Finally! I called you like a million times where were you!" I heard a voice exclaim as I put the hair brush down and pulled my top over my head speaking to my phone which was on speaker.

"I was sleeping Billie!"

"Sleeping!? Do y'know what time it is?"

"Yes! What do you want!"

"Well... here's the thing," I listened to him as I pulled my draw out and grabbed a black band shirt. "My mom, kinda sorta some how maybe knows our fake relationship-"

"-what!?"

"It gets worse!"

"How does your mom possibly know that I'm faking being in a relationship with her son! How does that happen Billie joe!? How does that get worse!"

"Well... she thinks it's real,"

"She thinks I'm-" I cut myself off as I managed to get the jumper over my head. I grabbed the phone turning it off speaker and putting it to my ear. "She thinks it's real!?"

"I know I know!"

"Then tell her it's not!"

"What tell my own mom I'm using my sisters best friend to get another girl jealous and my sister isn't okay with it and is actually really against the whole thing and is now angry at you and me!? I can't do that- look I know this is messy but-"

"-don't you dare,"

"She's just gonna have to-"

"-Billie don't say it!"

"...believe it,"

I sighed loudly and dramatically. I sat down on my bed, still in my joggers I had slept in. But I needed to sit down for a second and wrap my head further around this situation.

"So that's what you called me for? Please tell me that's it?" I asked him hesitant to hear his answer.

"Actually no..."

"Great,"

"My mom thinks it's adorable we're together and all this and that. She actually- erm- wants me to ask you to come to dinner,"

"Ask me to come to dinner!? She knows who I am I'm there nearly all the time!"

"Yes I know! I said that! But she wants to have dinner with you as my girlfriend,"

"No,"

"What!? Birdie! You can't say no!"

"Yes I can... ooh what's this-"

"-don't!"

"Oooh it's coming-"

"-birdie!"

".....Nope!"