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Dahlia's outfit:

Kit's outfit:

Dahlia's POV

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"You know you're hot, right?" Cora questioned as she raised a brow at Kit, who happened to be sitting on our porch smoking a blunt as she sewed up an old shirt. She offered to come over after the club meeting today and help me with some of the clothes. Apparently, she's good at sewing.

Kit raised one of her own brows and smiled. "You mentioned it a couple times already."

"Yeah, well...You're hot." Cora grinned.

"Leave her alone, slut." I grumbled.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." She spat before putting on a smile again. "Kit, I hear you're single right now."

"Don't you have a girlfriend, shorty?"

"Not if you call me shorty again." Cora smiled largely and I turned around and punched her in the leg. "Knock it off, mut!"

"Shut up when you see a pimp trying to finesse, you fucking flea!" She shoved me and I sent her a death glare and apologized to Billie as I bumped into her. She was sitting on the step below me, and she let out a hiss as she accidentally poked herself in the finger yet again with the needle. "You two need to stop being dipshits!" She grumbled before getting back to work.

"Cora, we're all tired right now and we're trying to get this shit done. If you're not gonna help out then you need to go back inside." I huffed.

Kit put her shirt and her needle down for a second to pull off her hoodie and we all gasped, gawking at her.

"What?" She questioned, looking at us like we were stupid.

"You have arms!" I screeched.

"You have tattoos!" Billie yelled at the same time.

Kit snickered and shook her head at us before picking her shirt and needle up again.

Her arms were covered in tattoos that all looked cool as fuck and looked great on her tan skin. And she was wearing a white half top which made her black bra noticeable.

I kicked Billie's leg as I noticed her practically drooling and she cleared her throat. "T-Those are cool." She whispered before looking down.

"Thanks."

Cora cleared her throat and fanned herself. "Kit, do you wanna come up to my room and take a look at my...Nunchucks?" Cora questioned.

"You have nunchucks? You deadass?" Kit chuckled. Cora nodded quickly. "Yeah! And I have other stuff too! My bed is pretty cool—"

"Cora! Who raised you?!" I hissed.

"I'm just trying to be nice!" She defended.

"Aren't you just fifteen, shorty?" Kit questioned, tilting her head. Cora blushed and let out a nervous laugh. "What? Who told you that? They lied! I'm...I'm eighteen! Legal! As fuck! Unless you like them younger and then I'm fifteen but if you don't then I just lied and I'm, like, totally eighteen and—"

"Get your ass in the house!" Billie demanded.

Cora whined and stomped her foot on the step before standing up. She paused for a moment before letting out a small sigh. "Can I at least get a selfie with you?" She pouted.

"Sure thing." Kit flashed her a smile and grabbed her phone.

Cora and her posed a few times, Cora trying to get as close as possible while they did, and then Kit gave her her phone back.

She sighed as she walked off, muttering to herself. "My friends aren't gonna believe I got a picture with her! That bitch really smells like money, sex, and big dick energy. And I can't have her! Guess I'll go call my fucking stupid ass girlfriend." She slammed the front door closed behind her and I let out a small breath.

"I'm sorry about my sister. She's the whore of the family." I apologized.

"It's cool, she's adorable." She laughed.

"So, you have tattoos," Billie said again out of nowhere. "Lots of them."

"Yeah, I do."

"That's nice," Billie grinned, resting her chin in her palm. "Wanna explain the stories behind them and thenfuckme?" She coughed to cover up the last part and Kit laughed as I shoved her ass down the steps.

"You the only one not acting mad thirsty, D." Kit snickered. I swooned internally and shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly externally.

When Billie sat down on the step below me again, Kit shrugged her own shoulders. "Most of them are dumb as shit. I don't even remember how many I have and to be honest, I don't remember the story behind some of them."

She looked down at her left arm and smirked as she pointed at a tattoo of a cat. "This one I got just cause I wanted a girl to let me fuck her. She told me we could do it if I let her practice her tattooing skills on me. She sucked ass at giving tattoos but everything else she did was pretty fucking good if you ask me."

"Mm." Billie practically moaned, leaning forward.

"What about the popcorn?" I tilted my head. "My nephew's favorite snack." She shrugged. "I got a tattoo for all three of my nephews and niece. The youngest one, Isaac, wanted the popcorn tattooed on me. He was five. Then Isaiah wanted me to get a chucky doll tattooed on me. He was ten, and he's bad as hell. Then my niece, Isabella, wanted me to get the power puff girls. She was six." She pointed at all the tattoos and we all laughed at them.

She explained a few more of her tattoos to us before letting out a small sigh and looking at the time on her phone. "Alright, I gotta go. I've got a little date tonight." She grinned.

"It's not with us so why should we care?" I mumbled. She ruffled my hair before standing up and slowly walking down the steps. "Oh, Dahlia, you're good right?" She questioned.

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brows.

"I saw you getting pills, like, all of last week from that little bitch boy. Fuck was his name? Jasper. You good?" She smirked as my eyes widened.

"You did what?!" Billie spat.

Kit shrugged her shoulders as she opened her car door and I glared at her. "Well, I can't have one of my new friends becoming a crackhead, can I?" She chuckled.

"I'm so mad at you!" I screamed weakly.

"Damn, I'm sorry to hear that, shorty. You'll get over it. Don't do drugs. See you later."

I flipped her off until I couldn't see her car anymore as she drove off and then turned to look at Billie who looked ready to punch something.

"Before you get started, I just wanna say that this isn't a big deal! I was just taking them because I needed something to help with my pain and I didn't wanna have to go to the hospital for medicine and I didn't buy any over the counter medicine because quite frankly, getting them from Jasper's scary ass was cheaper and easier. Today was my last day taking anything anyway. My pain is basically all gone and I don't need to take anything anymore." I explained as quickly as I could.

I watched as she slowly stood up and walked down the porch steps before turning to look at me. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Let's not make a mountain out of an ant farm!" I held my hands up in defense.

"What? That's not how the saying—" She shook her head quickly. "Oh, I cannot believe this! I mean, are you stupid or dumb or both?!"

"There's no need for name calling!" I said in a funny voice, trying to lighten the mood.

She just shook her head at me. "This isn't a fucking joke, Dahlia. You could get addicted to that shit. Taking drugs from that fucking idiot, are you kidding me?!"

"I'm not addicted to anything, and I needed something to—"

"If you needed something to ease your pain then you should've gone to the fucking hospital like a big girl and gotten some medicine! God, Dahlia, I love you but you're stupid as fuck sometimes! You just don't think about shit." She spat.

"I don't see why you—"

"You really thought that taking drugs that weren't prescribed to you was a good idea?!" She laughed bitterly. "And if that wasn't bad enough, you're taking drugs that weren't prescribed to you from a friend of bowl cut bastard, who doesn't even like you, he's just scared of you! That's so stupid, Dahlia, they could've poisoned you. They could've made you overdose! You don't know where these drugs come from and you don't know if he's giving you what he's telling you he's giving you! And you're so fucking god damn lucky and you don't even realize it! You're lucky those guys are absolute idiots because if they weren't then they would've drugged your ass up and did something terrible to you and it would've been all your fault!"

"You're being paranoid and you're overthinking." I muttered.

"You're not thinking at all!" She huffed. "I mean, I can't even begin to fathom how you could do something so stupid. People get addicted to that shit every god damn day and they all think they won't but they do! I don't want that to happen to you!"

"It's not gonna happen to me." I sighed.

"And you didn't even tell me that you were in so much pain that you needed medicine for it." She went on. "I fucking knew you were, of course I did, but you didn't say it. You just decided to go behind my back and get drugs from some random ass—"

"What's the big deal?! I tried to act like I wasn't in pain so you wouldn't worry so much cause that's all you ever do! All you ever do is worry about me!" I rolled my eyes.

"You damn fucking right I do! You're my girlfriend, I'm supposed to worry about you. And the big deal is that I'm so sick of having to pick and pry and beg for you to tell me what's up with you. I always have to question if you really mean what you say. You tell me you're feeling good and I have to wonder if you're lying about that, you tell me you're happy and I have to wonder if you're lying about that! I can't fucking trust you to tell me the truth and that's infuriating! I'm your girlfriend, I'm supposed to be there for you, always, whether you're happy or sad or pissed the fuck off and you just won't let me do that!"

I let out a small breath as I leaned over and put my head in my hands, silently begging for my stupid headache to go away. This is why I hate Monday's. This type of shit never happens on a Tuesday.

"You'd rather go to a stranger and ask them for help than go to me. How the fuck do you think that makes me feel?" She questioned lowly.

"I just don't want you to worry about me—"

"Well, like you said, all I ever do is worry about you! And that's because you never tell me the truth. I would feel so much better if you just told me when you were having a bad day. I'd feel so much better if you'd tell me when you're in pain and when you're not. I'd feel better if you stopped lying to me."

"I'm sorry," I cried, shaking my head. "I don't know why I do this, I just—I'm just used to hiding shit. That's all I've ever done! All I've ever done is just hide shit and hope it goes away and—"

I let out a frustrated groan as I started crying. I can never fucking express my feelings without breaking down. That's another damn reason I try so hard not to deal with shit.

"Please don't leave me!" I cried after a few moments.

"Wha—Of course I'm not gonna leave you!" She said as she came up the steps and squatted in front of me.

"I know I'm fucking difficult as shit and I know we've been arguing a lot, but please don't leave me!"

"I'm not leaving you, baby, I promise." She whispered. "It's okay. Couples fight all the time. Especially when both people are absolute idiots sometimes." She chuckled.

"I'm sorry." I sighed.

"That's okay. It's all okay. We're gonna be okay. We've just got a lot of shit to work on, but we'll do it. We'll get there."

"Y-Yeah," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. Everything was spinning and Billie was multiplying right in front of my eyes.

"You okay?" She asked quietly.

"I'm..." I panted, trying to focus on her. "B-Billie, listen to me, okay?" I mumbled as I laid down on my back.

"What?!" She asked quickly, hovering over me and grabbing my face.

"Do not call 911."

"What?"

"Don't fucking call 911, I swear to god. Do you have any idea how much an ambulance ride costs? This is America, we don't fucking have free healthcare. Don't you d-dare—"

Everything went black before I could get the rest of my sentence out.

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A/N: I'm sad today so I'm updating again because your comments always make me laugh. If you need the link to my Spotify bc u can't find it lemme know 🖤