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Nana's beach house:

Dahlia's POV

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"Nobody steps foot inside until I get my money. I love you, my sweet, angel grandbaby, but that doesn't mean I trust you."

"Why don't you trust me?" I tilted my head.

"Trust no bitch." She held her hand out and gave me a hard look.

I sighed as I gave her the money. She counted it quickly before grinning and shoving it into her bra. "Alright," She took a drag from her cigarette and then looked at us all for a few minutes. "House rules. Let's go over them."

"Nana—" Cora tried.

"Rule number one. There can be drugs, but no hard ones—"

"We're not gonna do dru—"

"Rule number two. There can be sex, but not of the unsafe variety. Rule number three. If anyone gets injured or dies, it's not on me. Rule number four. I don't give a damn whether or not you drink, but if anything goes missing from my stash there will be hell to pay! You hear me? Hell. To. Pay. Rule number five...Well, hell, I don't know any more rules." She shrugged. "Come on, let's go inside."

We all walked into the nice sized beach house. She really seemed to keep it nice in here!

"Now, I'm not going to show you around this whole house. You guys can figure out where everything is all by yourselves, but what I will show you is the one room you don't want to go in."

She lead us through the nice house and took us to the last room at the end of the long hallway. "This here is my room. The room where all my...friends stay when they visit me. You can go in there if you want, but I'll tell you what, you won't come out the same way you went in." She smirked.

"Enough said, Nana." Denny smiled at her and she walked up to him, squeezing his cheeks. "Oh, you're such a handsome little guy, you look just like your father!"

She fussed over him for a few minutes as he tried to fight her off, his cheeks reddening as we all watched, snickering.

"Oh, anyway," Nana sighed as she checked the time on her watch. "I have a date with Rosemary Harmon's husband, so I've got to go. You kids have fun, and come visit me at my house sometime while you're here too!"

She said her goodbyes to all of us and it took a full thirty minutes because she insisted on squeezing all of our cheeks and complimenting every single one of us. When she left, we all chose the rooms we wanted to stay in and began unpacking our stuff.

"Hey, Dahlia?" Billie called as we were unpacking. I looked over at her and raised a brow. "Is it cool if Cora and I go out after we get finished unpacking? I'm taking you on a date tomorrow, but in order for me to do that I've kinda got to plan it, you know?" She smirked as she walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Oh my god, are you serious?" I grinned. We haven't been on a date since December, and that was only the first one!

"Yeah. I just figured that I should plan something special for us because you planned the last date and now it's my turn. Plus, we were broken up for a couple months so...You know, it's kinda like an apology date?" She bit her lip and turned to sit on the bed before pulling me down so that I was straddling her lap. "But I've never planned a date before, so...What do you wanna do?"

"I'm not telling you!" I laughed. "I'll enjoy doing whatever it is that you plan for us to do as long as I get to do it with you."

"Cute," She grumbled. "But what the fuck do you wanna do?"

"I'm not telling you, Billie," I repeated. "I don't even know, honestly. I'm sure you and Cora will figure something out."

She sighed before pulling me in for a kiss, the palm of her hand resting on my cheek as she pulled me impossibly closer to her. Instead of wrapping my arms around her neck like I usually would, I let my hands drift downward and tug at her shirt.

She pulled away from me briefly only to take it off and then laid back, pulling me down with her and connecting our lips once again.

I groaned as I felt her hand slide into my shorts, squeezing my ass tightly. I broke the kiss after a few more moments, only to place kisses along her jawline and then her neck.

"Well, well well."

I pulled away from her and turned my head quickly to see who'd walked in. "What do you want?"

"To unsee this." Cora crossed her arms across her chest and shook her head. "And to ask if I can borrow one of your bikinis."

"Did you not think to pack your own, you little dweeb? We're literally on a fucking beach." I huffed as I stood up and went over to my suitcase to pull one out. Billie stood up and I gave her a look as she just stared at us.

"What?" She questioned.

"Put your shirt on!" I whisper yelled.

"Oh, calm down, it's not like I'm trying to snatch your girlfriend. That's disgusting." Cora rolled her eyes. "I brought my own swimsuits, but—"

"Well, why the hell are you in here asking for one of mine then?"

"What the hell do you mean by 'disgusting'?" Billie narrowed her eyes.

"Mine are for little kids and yours are hot," Cora sighed as she came to ramble through my suitcase herself. "I didn't have time to buy any newer ones and the ones I do have cover up, like, everything...This is what I need." She grinned as she held up my orangeish colored bikini.

"No, you don't fucking need that," Billie snatched it from her quickly. "You are a child! You're twelve! You're a toddler! You can wear some of my big shorts and a T-shirt to go swimming in. Besides, she's gonna need this for our date tomorrow."

"You're taking her swimming for your date?" Cora asked.

"I don't know. I'm taking her somewhere that would require her to wear this." She smirked as she held up the bikini. I snatched it from her and put it back in my suitcase.

"You need to wear something that covers everything up. I think you'll be good wearing whatever you brought." I said, sending Cora a stern look.

She sighed and plopped down on the bed, causing me to let out an annoyed sigh. "I'm sorry, I don't know if you remember this, but Billie and I were in the middle of something important before you stormed in."

"I need some help!" She whined as she sat up and sat criss-cross applesauce.

"I'm not giving you one of my—"

"It's not about the bikini!" She whined.

"Well, what's it about?" I questioned as I sat down beside her. Billie remained standing, rambling through my suitcase sneakily. I noticed her doing it immediately, but didn't say anything, deciding to let her have her fun.

"Well, this is kinda awkward to talk about, but...You know..." She looked down and began twirling her hair around her finger. "It's just that, ugh...Well—"

"Spit it out, I'm not gonna judge you."

"Um...I think Liza is getting bored, maybe?" She squeaked.

I raised my brows. "Explain."

"Well, I've been trying to do stuff with her more, you know, like...Sexual stuff because I feel like she might be getting bored of being with me. She's been with other girls before and I haven't. So, we agreed to take shit slow and everything, but I don't know, I don't think she really wants to. So I've been trying to do stuff with her so she won't leave me, but I don't know if it's working because I saw her looking at another girl the other day and—and what if she leaves me?!" She ranted.

"Bitch, I'll kill her." Billie was suddenly invested in the conversation.

"Cora, you shouldn't do stuff that you don't wanna do just because you think she wants to. You should do it because you want to. Do you want to?" I tilted my head.

"Well, yeah, I want to...But I also don't? I mean, I want to but I hate feeling like I have to because it just makes shit awkward and unenjoyable."

"Yeah," I sighed. "Well, just don't do anything that you don't want to because you think it'll make her happy. Tell her that you feel this way and I'm sure she'll tell you that she's not in any rush to do anything. And if she is for some reason in a rush—"

"I'll kill her ass." Billie cut in.

"Her leaving you wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Just remember that." I continued.

"But—"

"But nothing. You want her you don't need her. You took a daily shit for fifteen years without her in your life and if she decides to leave you for whatever reason, you'll be just fine taking your daily shit without her once again." I said sternly.

"Um...Okay?" Cora frowned as she thought about what I said.

"And about her looking at some other girl—"

"I'll kill her ass for you."

"Billie, please!" I huffed. She held her hands up in defense and I continued. "Cora, people look at people all the time. Just because she checked some girl out, that doesn't mean she wants to leave you. Billie looks at other girls all the time—"

"What? That's a lie!" Billie shouted. "Name one time I looked at another girl while we were together!"

"Back in November, I watched you check some girl out at school. You know, the redhead in our math class who always wears the low cut tops? You stared at her for the whole class period." I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Oh," She blushed. "Well, I'm sorry, but her boobs are literally perfect. I mean, not as perfect as yours, of course—"

"I get it, Billie." I rolled my eyes. "She's hot. And her boobs are perfect."

"So, you're not mad?"

"No. If I don't get to talk about how hot other girls are with my girlfriend, what's the point of even having one?" I grumbled. "So, anyways, Cora, if her staring at other girls bothers you then you should talk to her about that as well, but I don't think that her staring at other people means your relationship is doomed."

"I don't wanna nag or be clingy or jealous or anything."

"You guys are Does. It's in your blood." Billie smiled. I scoffed and flipped her off before shaking my head. "You should be able to talk to her about whatever's bothering you. Easier said than done, I know, but seriously. You guys are together and that means that you should be able to talk about anything. You shouldn't be scared to tell her how you feel."

"I guess," Cora smiled. "I'm gonna go talk to her right now. Thanks for listening."

She stood up and hugged me and then Billie before running toward the door. "I'll be ready to go in a while, Billie!" She called. "And I'd still like to borrow that bikini."

"No, you fucking six year old, you're not allowed!" Billie screamed after her. When the door slammed shut, I gasped as Billie jumped on me.

"Bro, what the fuck?!" I laughed.

"Yeah, that's exactly what we're about to do. Fuck." She smirked before attacking me with kisses.