what happens when one life collides with another totally opposite life? blair, a street racer; billie, a singer
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blair's pov: i open my eyes, noticing billie's head laying on my chest with her arm wrapped around my waist. i reach for my phone, but remember that i left it on my nightstand. i see billie's phone and i look at the time 12:15 pm. "hey billie" i whisper, nothing. i move her hair behind her ear so i can see her face better. her nose would twitch slightly every other minute, which is kinda cute, i'm not gonna lie. "billie" i say one more time, shaking her a little. "what" she groans and i smile. she nuzzles her head more into the crook of my neck, which she tends to do a lot. "time to get up" i respond, she lifts her head up and i think the embarrassment caught up to her. "sorry.... again" she mumbles. i chuckle standing up, grabbing my phone, realizing my mom texted me so i quickly respond. mami😇🥰: hey, hope you are having fun and being safe. i finished work early, so i'm coming home today, well right now actually. my plane is gonna board, text me when you wake up 😚 me: hey mama, i'm at the cabin with ace and ty, i'll see you sunday night. have a safe flight, love you "i'll be back" i smile, grabbing my towel and some clothes, walking towards the bathroom. i connect my jbl and turn the shower on, waiting for the water to warm up. billie's pov: blair walks out the room to shower, as i'm still laying down. she really made me feel comfortable last night. i toss my hair into a messy bun and check my phone. i leave the room and walk towards the kitchen. "finally" tyler says, sitting on the couch watching anime. "we've been waiting for you since 11" he sighs, standing up throwing his breakfast away. "it's only 12 and who the fuck wakes up that early" i chuckle, taking out some potatoes to make hash browns for blair and i. "only if we have a good day planned ahead of us" he cheers and i laugh, beginning to shred the potatoes. after i finished cutting the potatoes, i see blair in the corner of my eye. she wears a black crop top, black and red chicago bulls jacket, ripped light blue jeans, and chicago 2020s.
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"oouuuuu look at that fit, shits fire!" i compliment. "looks like y'all are competition. both of y'all have the best fits in the friend group" tyler says and i just smile. 'the friend group,' huh... maybe this move wasn't so bad after all. "billie won, 10 toes down. i'm basic as fuck" blair comments and i laugh. "nah, i give you credit" i respond. "whatever" she says, "what you making?" she ask peaking over my shoulder. "some hash browns and toast" i reply. "ooouuuuu" she says, backing up. i put the potatoes in the water, "i can help, you know. so if you want you can shower or whatever" blair says. i look over and she's sitting on the island. i raise my eyebrow, "you sure? i don't want to eat charcoal for breakfast" i chuckle. "i know you did not just" tyler exclaims. "what?" i laugh, looking between the both of them. "sheesh" is the only word that comes out of blair's mouth. she jumps off the island and walk towards where i'm standing. "if i had blair to cook every single one of my meals, i would've been vegan since from the jump" tyler shakes his head, with a chuckle. "oh, so you can cook?" i cock my head towards blair, who is stirring the potatoes. she smirks at me, "aren't you suppose to be in the shower?" she ask, raising her brow. "alright bro" i laugh and walk towards my room. i go through my bag and pick up my towel. i walk to the bathroom and turn the shower on.
