this is a rewrite of my story "want"
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"i want you and you want me, so what's the harm, babygirl?"
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meet billie eilish; the "top dog" of franklin high. she's easily one of the most intimida...
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hope's pov saturday, november 1st
when i woke up, billie was sat up against her headboard, silently scrolling through her phone. i rubbed at my eyes and she turned to face me.
"good morning." she greeted.
"'morning." i echoed tiredly.
"how did you sleep?"
"good," i smiled softly. "do you know who else is up?"
"finneas and i think kaiden, though i'm not sure." she told me.
i nodded, sitting up and stretching. she put her phone down. "i'm going to go make some breakfast, do you want some?"
"please?"
she got up and held her hand out to me, and i placed my own in it, letting her lead me to the kitchen. when we reached it, i sat at the counter while she walked to the pantry, pulling out a box of cereal.
she then pulled out a carton of almond milk. she poured the cereal into two separate bowls, then the milk. she put a spoon into each, then handed me one.
i took a bite, hesitant at first because i wasn't sure how vegan, gluten free cereal would taste. my eyebrows raised as i chewed it. "this isn't that bad to be honest."
"right? people talk so much shit about it though and it's annoying."
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it was about two in the evening when everybody had got up, ate something, and was ready to discuss what happened last night.
finneas clasped his hands together, looking around at all of us. "let's talk about what happened last night."
everybody started talking over each other, trying to say what happened. through it all, though, i barely heard aidan say "i got high."
i glared at him, watching as he sunk into the couch, obviously regretting what he had admitted. "i told you that you wasn't allowed to touch alcohol or drugs."
"yeah, well you're not my mom, so stop acting like it." he rolled his eyes.
"don't start with that; you know mom wouldn't want you touching it either. you know, i'm just looking out for you, aidan."
"i saw you getting drunk, so you really have no room to be talking."
"because i'm almost eighteen! you're fourteen! you don't need to be messing with that shit yet, preferably not at all. you know what, we'll talk about this when we get home." i told him.
