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A/N: Smut warning 🤗

Also this is a long chapter. 7000+ words

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Dahlia's POV

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"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I'm gay, into girls, into pussy, can't be changed, not willing to experiment, not in the mood for bullshit, not in the mood to hold a conversation, miserable and not gonna fuck you. I'd love for you to buy me a drink because I didn't bring my own money, but there's really no point because you won't get shit from it." I explained monotonously to the fifth guy in a row.

He shrugged and sat down beside me, ordering a drink for me anyway. "Seems like you could use it."

I downed my drink as soon as it was placed in front of me and then watched as the guy got up and walked to the other side of the bar to flirt with another girl.

I couldn't stay at that stupid hotel.

I didn't feel like dealing with my friends' questions or their sympathy or their trying to convince me to get back with Billie. I couldn't deal with Billie herself. I didn't wanna be in the same room with her, I didn't wanna be in the same area as her, I didn't wanna see her or talk to her or smell her or feel her or anything else.

I turned my phone off and roamed around for about four hours before coming here. My feet are sore as fuck, cause obviously, I walked.

To be honest, I don't have any idea where I am. I wasn't exactly paying attention to where I was going and I walked for a really, really long time until I ended up in this bar.

I'm not too concerned. I have a GPS on my phone and I'll use it whenever I decide I wanna go back to that stupid hotel.

For now, I'm just sitting in this stupid bar, staring at the wall and waiting for someone to come sit next to me, try to flirt with me and offer to buy me a drink. It's the only way I can get anything because as I mentioned before, I didn't bring any money.

I've been here for three hours and I'm only semi wasted. I bet if I'd been wearing something sexier when I stormed out earlier, I would be piss drunk by now.

"Damn, you look like you're going through it."

I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the girl who'd taken a seat next to me. "You too." I mumbled. She looked just as miserable as me.

"My boyfriend and I broke up." She sighed.

"My girlfriend and I broke up." I shrugged. "Are you gonna offer to buy me a drink?"

"Well, I wasn't going to, but I can."

"That'd be cool." I muttered.

She ordered us some some shots of vodka and I mumbled a quiet thank you before resting my elbow on the bar.

"What's your breakup playlist like? I need new suggestions." She said after a while. I sighed as I tried to remember some of the songs on it.

"Sorry, the original demo, Beyonce," I started. "Don't hurt yourself, Irreplaceable—All the Beyonce songs. Truth hurts, Lizzo. Kick it, Lil Nas X...That's all I remember."

"Why kick it?"

"I just like the song."

"Gotcha." She nodded.

When our drinks were ready, she thanked the bartender and started downing hers as I did the same. The shit burned the fuck out of my throat, but I was determined to finish all my shots so I did.

When I was done I let out a small breath and looked toward her as she started talking again. "How old are you anyway? You look like you're fifteen or something."

"Eighteen." I corrected.

"What?" The bartender questioned loudly. I rolled my eyes. "You didn't seriously believe that I was 21. Quit playing."

"I'm gonna have you kicked out—"

"And I'm gonna have you fired for offering to give me free drinks in return for a blowjob and then groping that blonde lady over there with the tramp stamp." I spat. "I'd like more vodka. On the house."

"Bitch." He muttered before fixing the drink.

"How old are you?" I questioned the girl.

"20, almost 21." She laughed. "I'm Harley, by the way."

"Dahlia."

"Nice." She nodded.

It was silent for a while as she finished her shots and I gulped down the vodka the bartender had poured me.

I was expecting this place to be more crowded and a lot louder than what it is, but thankfully, it's pretty chill. I mean, there are a lot of people here, but it's not too loud and not too chaotic. It seems like most of the people here are pretty chill and just here for a peaceful night of drinking.

It's interesting watching everybody. Most of these people seem to be legitimately 21 or older, most of them appearing to be in their late twenties to early thirties. It's weird to watch them interact with their friends. They seem so mature and so...Different than me and my friends. But they also seem to act just like us.

It's weird. Maybe I'm just drunk.

I looked over at Harley after she stood up from her stool and started walking toward the back of the bar without a word. I mentally shrugged before getting up to follow her.

My attention to detail is pretty impeccable if you ask me. I noticed as soon as she sat down that there was a bit of powdered residue on her right nostril, so I'm guessing she's going to snort something.

I followed her all the way to the bathroom and discovered that I was right. She jumped as I slammed the door open and stood there staring at her as she tried to hide whatever she was snorting in her pants pocket.

"Molly?" I tilted my head.

She nodded slowly. "Um, yeah. You know, it's kinda creepy of you to just bust in here and—"

"What's it like?" I questioned.

"You're not getting any if that's what you're thinking." She told me sternly.

"I don't want any. My nose is sensitive and it's kind of stupid to snort drugs after having a bunch of drinks. It's kind of stupid to snort drugs period, but I'm not judging." I rolled my eyes. "What's it like?"

"It's fun." She answered simply before wiping her nose. "I prefer smoking weed but I don't have any of that."

"I know where you can get some."

***

I'd passed the shady motherfucker selling weed—amongst other things—about five miles back from the club. Harley had a car, so thankfully we didn't have to walk all the way back there. I don't think I would've been able to take it.

"That's all yours. I'm saving mine for later." She said as she handed me a fat blunt and then lit it up for me. I shrugged and took a big hit.

"I realize we don't know each other, but, like, I just bought you a bunch of drinks and some weed so I feel like it's only fair that I get to rant to you about my bozo ex-boyfriend." She said.

I shrugged again. "Yeah."

She started driving as she started talking. "Okay, so we met six months ago, right, and it was, like, love at first sight or something, and we went on all these adorable dates and we started hanging out literally every single day and it was great! I've had boyfriends in the past, but none of them were as amazing as him! But fast forward to two weeks ago, the guy calls me at midnight and tells me he can't see me anymore, doesn't give me the fucking time to respond and then hangs up!"

"So, I'm like, what the fuck, dude? And I keep calling him and calling him and he won't answer me for literally an entire week and he doesn't show up to meet my parents, doesn't show up to our classes—He's literally gonna fail and become, like, this loser, college drop out or something—and he blocks me on, like, everything! But then a few days ago he finally calls me back and he's like, 'I'm so sorry for everything, I just needed to take some time for myself because we've been together for a while now and things are getting super serious."

"And I'm just like, oh my fucking god, dude, I know things are getting serious, like, literally you told me you wanted to get me pregnant when we were having sex in your pickup, like, if anyone knows how serious this relationship is getting, it's me! But anyway, I was like, 'do you wanna break up then or take a break or what?' And then he went off on me for suggesting that and he was all like 'Oh my god, I knew you didn't care about this relationship! I knew you wanted to end things and that's why I was trying to back off and give myself some time to prepare because I knew you were gonna break my heart!' And I'm just like...What?"

"Like, I'm sorry, did you not just tell me that you were scared because things were getting too serious? What the fuck was I supposed to say? 'Okay, I hear you, but we should get married now?' No! So, anyway, we ended up having a huge fight and we broke up three days ago, but I literally just found out today that he and my best friend's cousin's best friend have been banging for, like, three months! Like, oh my god, that's so crazy, and to be real, she's not even hot!"

"Like, I try not to judge people and everything because I know I'm not perfect, but seriously, she has buck teeth, backne, and she literally cut her own bangs. The only reason people think she's hot now is because she got her stepdad to buy her new tits and she got some lip fillers."

Now, to be honest, I hadn't heard any of that. I'd been too focused on smoking my blunt. I finally started listening to her after I finished it, and by then we'd apparently made it back to her place.

"Why the fuck are we here?" I questioned.

"Oh, don't worry, this is my apartment and it's literally so cool. I have a pet hamster—"

"Where's the bar?"

"It's, like, ten minutes away from here." She shrugged. I nodded as I got out of the car and slammed the door before shoving my hands into my pockets and beginning to walk off. "Where are you going?" She questioned loudly.

"Back to the bar."

"Let me drive you!"

"You're intoxicated. I shouldn't have been in that car with you for that long. We're lucky we're not dead." I mumbled.

"Well, stay at my house then! I have to finish telling you about Chad! You're literally never gonna believe what I found out about him and backne girl!"

Wow, his name is fucking Chad. Wow.

"I need something else to drink, so, no."

"I have beer in my apartment, silly!"

I stopped walking then and turned around to face her again, raising my brows. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! And we can drink up all of Chad's fancy liquor too!"

I grinned as I quickly began walking toward her again.

***

"To be honest, I don't give a shit about Chad." I told her after my third beer. Yeah, I was drunk, but even the alcohol couldn't help me block out her voice as she droned on and on about her stupid ass boyfriend.

"Well, I don't give a shit about Chad either!" She slurred before letting out a loud laugh and then chugging another can of beer. She wiped her mouth after she was done and then let out a loud sigh. "Well, I guess it's your turn now. What happened with your girlfriend?"

"There's a reason I'm here, in your house despite the fact that I don't know you, drinking an excessive amount of alcohol and smoking an excessive amount of weed." I told her, staring blankly at her.

She tilted her head and furrowed her brows. When I didn't say anything else, she spoke again. "What's the reason?"

"I'm trying to forget about her for right now." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh!" She nodded before laughing again. "Is it working?"

No.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Gee, drinking away your problems is the best, isn't it?!" I chuckled sarcastically.

"It's kinda stupid." She shrugged.

"Yeah, I know," I sighed. "I just wanted to do something stupid tonight, though. I'm always trying not to do stupid shit and I'm tired of that."

I stood up and held my hand out so she'd hand me her empty can of beer. She thanked me as I walked over to the kitchen and threw our trash away.

"I'm always doing stupid shit," She grumbled. "For example, dating a prick named Chad. Who does that?!"

I snorted and shook my head at her as she struggled to get up too. "Straight girls be on that extra dumb shit."

"I'm not even straight," She scoffed. "I could've literally been with this one girl named Tiffany—Get this, she literally has her tongue pierced and I hear—"

She's not straight?

Huh. Well, this is news to me.

I smirked as I stared at her with my arms crossed over my chest, now assessing her closely as she spoke.

She was blonde, had tan skin, her eyes were hazel, she had a few tattoos, she was all legs, probably 5'10 or something...

I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head as I tried to figure out whether or not she was hot. I don't know, these days it doesn't seem like I'm capable of thinking that anyone besides Billie is hot.

Well, Kit is the exception, but you know...

Anyway, I don't think it really matters whether this girl is hot or not. "Do you wanna fuck or something?" I questioned, cutting her off.

"What?" She laughed.

"Do you want to fuck?" I asked once again, slowly this time. "I said I wanted to do stupid shit tonight and I meant it."

"Well, like, usually I'd say no, but it's literally been, like, a few weeks since I got laid, so, like, yeah. That's cool." She shrugged. "Are we gonna do that, like, now or do you want to, like, role-play or something?"

"Roleplay?" I questioned in disbelief, narrowing my eyes even further.

"Yeah, like, you can go outside and I can change or whatever and you can knock on the door, and like, pretend that—"

This girl is so stupid.

"Stop right there." I held a hand up. "Whatever you were about to say next was probably really creepy."

"Chad was always into role-playing." She shrugged.

"Yeah, I'm sure he was." I mumbled.

"So, like, what—"

"Just go get on the bed." I rolled my eyes.

She let out an excited squeal before running to her room. I followed slowly, ripping my clothes off as I did.

I stood in the doorway, staring at her for a few moments as she drunkenly yanked her own clothes off. Once she finally managed to get them all off, she slid onto the bed and giggled, winking at me. "Like what you see?"

Not for real, though.

"Yeah, hot." I mumbled as I went over to her.

"So—"

I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers quickly, and pushing her so that she was lying down on her back. I straddled her and smirked as she let out a small moan and tried to lift her hips up.

"Somebody's excited." I whispered after pulling away from her.

"Yeah, my vibrator broke a few days ago, so, like—"

She's hot, I've decided. Only when she's not talking, though.

I quickly covered her mouth with one hand before using the other one to keep her hands pressed against the bed as she tried to grab my hip. "No, don't touch me." I mumbled.

"Why not?" She whined.

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. "Cause I fucking said so." I spat.

"Well, okay then." She smirked.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I climbed off of her and then kneeled in front of the bed, pulling her closer to the edge. "Now, I'm not eating you because I don't know where your pussy's been and I don't eat bitches that've fucked dudes named Chad, but I'm all for fingering." I grinned before putting my finger in my mouth and sucking on it.

She stared at me with wide eyes as I slowly pushed my finger inside her, smirking as she gasped. "You're totally gonna eat me out, though. Right?" I raised a brow.

"Y-Yeah, that'd be cool." She mumbled.

It really didn't take that long to make her cum. Four fingers, in and out, in and out, first fast and then slow and then fast again for, what, five minutes? That's how long it took.

She let out a high pitched scream as she came, tried to grab my wrist to stop me when she felt like she couldn't take anymore, but quickly got her hand slapped away because I told the bitch not to touch me, and I was gonna finger her for however the fuck long I wanted to and make her cum as many times as I wanted to, and I made sure she knew that too.

So, one orgasm turned into four and then I got a little bored and decided it was time for her to eat me.

I got on the bed again, laid down on my back and stared at her expectantly as she tried to catch her breath.

It took her a minute or two, but she finally mustered up the strength to roll over and lay in between my legs. "Nothing touches me besides your tongue." I warned.

She sent me a tired grin before getting to work.

I feel like if I wasn't busy wondering why I existed and why the Earth is the way it is, I would've totally enjoyed it.

I mean, she was pretty alright at this, and don't get me wrong, I could definitely feel my body getting excited as she stared into my eyes and ate my pussy like it was the last meal she'd ever get to have, but, like, why exactly does it take the earth 24 hours to rotate? And also, apparently the rotation time is slowly slowing and if that keeps happening then does that mean that in a couple billion years, days will be 36 or 48 or 52 hours long or something?

Hope I'm not around for that shit.

Ha! Of course I fucking won't be, it'll be billions of years from now.

But what if I'm reincarnated? Would I know it if I was reincarnated? Shit.

"Do you like that?" She questioned breathlessly, grinning at me.

I've had better.

"Best I've ever had." I told her flatly.

Oh my god, it's been forever since I heard that song. Who the hell was it by? Drake. I haven't listened to Drake in a while.

Bro, I need to listen to all his old shit again. He has so many throwback bops.

When I get out of here I'm totally gonna listen to a bunch of throwback songs.

"You're so wet!" She giggled.

That's literally her saliva.

"Yeah, I'm so turned on." I tried to smile.

I need to focus on this so I can cum and get the fuck out of here. I just need to think of something sexy.

...Damn, what's the G Eazy song they used to make all the vine edits to where he's like 'Cause I'm coming and going, then I cum then I leave?'

Fucking...Fried rice! It was called fried rice.

Who's always blasting that damn song? It's old as shit but I hear it literally all the time because somebody insists on blasting it every time we're in their car, but I haven't heard it in a while so I don't—

"Are you close?" She asked.

Nowhere near.

"Yeah, I'm like—I'm really close! Make me cum, baby."

She moaned and I rolled my eyes as she got back to work.

Fucking focus, Dahlia. Think of sexy shit. Ass. Neck kisses. Boobies. Bull riding and boobies.

Fuck. Now old town road is stuck in my stupid head!

I wonder how Lil Nas X is doing today? I wonder how he's doing right now? I wonder what he's doing right now.

I wonder what Billie's doing right now.

She loves Lil Nas X.

Fuck.

I bet she's talking to fucking Luna or something. Probably making plans with her right the fuck now. I bet she can't wait until this stupid trip is over so she can meet up with Luna and they can fuck and fucking cuddle or whatever the fuck and become girlfriends again.

I just don't understand. Literally, what does Luna have that I don't? What is it about her that Billie's so addicted to? She doesn't seem like that great of a person, Billie has nothing but bad experiences with her, and yet...

She just keeps on going back to her.

This is exactly what I didn't want to happen. I never wanted to get so fucking invested in one person because this is exactly what happens when you do.

One moment you're having an amazing time together, you're all in love and shit, you're sharing fucking memes with one another and cracking stupid jokes and kissing and hugging and fucking and...The next moment you're getting fucked up in some random ass bar and then fucking some random ass girl who, quite frankly, couldn't give good head if it was to save her life.

I never wanted to love someone. I mean, I guess I did, but I also didn't and this is the exact reason why. It's fucking great if that person loves you back, but if they don't? Yikes. It's miserable.

Who the fuck am I kidding, though? Billie loves me. She has to love me! I mean, we've spent all this time together and—You just can't fake the way you feel about somebody for this long. She loves me...It's just that I guess she loves Luna too. And maybe a little more than me.

I get it. I'm pretty difficult sometimes. I'm a slow learner, I have a smart mouth, I'm too fucking extra most times, I'm getting fat, I'm not as rich as her, I'm not that popular, too much drama surrounds me, I'm a soon to be auntie and Billie doesn't even like babies, and I'm pretty sure I snore. These are just a few things on the long, long list of things wrong with me. Why was Billie ever with me in the first place?

No, seriously, why? I'm literally an idiot. I'm stupid and I cause too many problems and I know how to fix exactly none of them. I mean, I've never solved a single one of my problems the right way. Either I avoid trying to do literally anything to help myself at all, or I do way too fucking much and end up beating the living shit out of my 'problem' or I get drunk and pretend that's gonna help any damn thing—News flash: it fucking doesn't.

I am a pathetic, worthless, little pain in the ass and I have no idea why Billie was ever with me. And while we're already aboard the self-loathing train, I'm just gonna say it! My style is not all that unique!

Fuck, that's got to be the most painful thing I've ever thought about myself.

"Um—Are you—Did you—You're crying!" She squeaked out, bringing me back down to earth. "Do you cry when you cum?"

I was gonna say something, but I couldn't. It felt like there was a lump in my throat.

I turned onto my side and curled up into myself, trying my best to cry silently, but I wasn't doing a good job.

"I'm sorry!" I cried. "I cant...I can't be with anyone but her. I just want to be with her. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for crying I—"

"Oh, it's okay, honey! Chad cried during his orgasms sometimes too!"

So, after an hour of crying and puking up all I'd had to drink, I got dressed again and left her house. She asked if I'd give her my number and I did, but I switched a few digits. I wished her good luck with Chad before leaving.

I finally turned on my phone and sighed as I saw that I was flooded with all sorts of notifications. I was expecting it, but it was still annoying to see them all popping up.

Instead of replying to the messages, I opened a few of them up and liked them to let my friends know that I was still alive, and then I turned my phone off again.

It was 3:27 am.

I thought briefly about heading back to the hotel, but I literally felt like I had to vomit the moment that thought entered my head.

Maybe that was just the alcohol still trying to come up, though. I don't know.

I was back to aimlessly wandering, trying to find something else to get into and failing pretty miserably. Everything was closed and it honestly looked like a ghost town.

***

It took me probably around an hour and a half to find something to get into. The only thing that was open was a ratty little strip club. I kinda forgot that I was only eighteen for a few minutes, tried to get in but was immediately turned away, and honestly, I wasn't all that interested in getting in because, I mean, what would be the point? It's not like I had any money to give the strippers and if you're not in a strip club to give money to the strippers then you must be in there to strip. I wasn't interested in that.

Still, I wanted to get in, just cause I figured it'd be a challenge and a good way to waste some time.

I ended up walking around the side of the building, noticing that what seemed to be the bathroom window was left open and I was sure I could squeeze through it, but the only problem was that it was somewhat high up.

There was a nice BMW parked right under it, though, and I figured that if I climbed on top of that I'd probably be able to reach the window.

I was right. I climbed on top of it and I was just a few inches away from the window. I had to move fast since the alarm on it started going off the second I stepped on it, but I managed to push myself through the window in a pretty timely manner and avoided anyone seeing me on top of their precious car.

It wasn't a bathroom. It was a bedroom.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Some guy yelled as he hurriedly pulled the covers up to cover him and the girl he was with. They were clearly in the middle of something.

I shrugged and got up off the floor—I had been expecting to climb in smoothly and land on my feet, but I ended up face planting the ground instead. "Just passing through." I told him as I strolled over to the door. "Have a good night."

I closed the door behind me, looked around for a little to figure out which way to go, ultimately decided to go left and curiously pushed open the only other door that I saw.

"Yo, who are you?" A girl giggled as she pointed in my general direction, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head.

"You look funny!" A guy laughed hysterically. "Hey," He drawled. "Do you want some LSD?"

I closed the door and headed toward the other end of the hall. There was a staircase there, and I went down all the steps slowly and realized that the actual strip club was downstairs.

The second I got down there, the music became louder and I saw about three strippers on the stage entertaining the small crowd around them.

I looked around for a few more moments, my eyes narrowing as I tried to focus on anything, but the flashing lights made it difficult.

I eventually saw a table full of drinks that seemingly hadn't even been touched, went over to it and downed two shots, and then walked toward the exit.

"Hey, I thought I told your ass you couldn't get in there!" The guy I'd seen earlier yelled as I came out.

I shrugged. "Yeah, about that...I guess I could."

He kept yelling as I turned to walk away and I flipped him off, completely ignoring him.

That was all about...Four hours ago, apparently.

See, after leaving the strip club I didn't really make it all that far before I slipped and tripped over a plastic bag near a darkish alleyway that I'd been about to go down. I was gonna get up, but my feet hurt and I was sleepy, so I decided to just go to sleep.

I was woken up about thirty minutes ago by the sound of thunder, the feeling of rain pouring on me and some guy pushing his muddy shoe into my side. I opened my eyes, saw him standing over me, and was just starting to accept my fate of being murdered when he held a hand out and offered to help me up. "You're too young to be homeless," He'd said sadly. "You poor thing."

"I'm not homeless." I'd told him.

"You don't have to be ashamed of your situation, dear."

"But I'm not—"

"Come on. Why don't we go to a nearby diner, get out of this storm, and I can get you something to eat?" He offered.

Well, I was hungry so I stopped trying to convince him that I wasn't homeless and agreed.

Now here we are, in a small, adorable diner waiting for this storm to pass with coffee and hot cocoa and plates full of eggs, bacon, and pancakes.

It's 8 am, almost 9, and I need to get back to that stupid hotel. I wish I didn't have to go back, but I do have to. I feel disgusting, I need a shower, I need to sleep in an actual bed. I need to get back before they end up putting out an amber alert for me.

I shoveled eggs into my mouth and half-listened as the guy in front of me spoke.

"When I was 24 years old, I was stuck living out of my car for two months because I'd moved from one state to the next, expecting to have a job waiting for me when I got there. I'd been offered to work at this incredible company that turned out to be not so incredible. They changed their minds about hiring me last minute and it was already too late. I'd already sold the house I'd been living in and already got a new apartment that was closer to what was supposed to be my new job...I couldn't find another job in time and ended up getting kicked out. Those were the worst two months of my life."

"That's why I feel so bad for you right now. Those two months weren't nearly as bad as what you must be going through. I had friends whose houses I could crash at for a few days now and then. I had business friends who knew how to help me out. I had people that cared about me. I was living in a car, not on the streets! You...You've got it much worse than what I did." He shook his head sadly. "At such a young age...Trying to survive out here all alone. I can't imagine it."

"I'm not—"

"Would you like more pancakes, honey?" He asked softly.

I looked down at my plate and contemplated it before looking back up at him with sad eyes. "Yeah, it's been real tough." I mumbled.

He got me more pancakes.

The food was so fucking delicious and I hadn't realized how hungry I was until it was in front of me and I was shoving it into my mouth.

We spent two hours in the diner. I ate during the first forty-five minutes or so, he talked for the entire two hours, and the storm raged for a long time before finally slacking up. That was my cue to go.

"I don't have much to offer, but here you go!" He gave me a twenty-dollar bill. I smiled wordlessly and then left the diner, rolling my eyes as I did so.

Jesus Christ, could I be any more of a fuck-up?

Fuck.

I bet Billie's watching friends or something right now. She's been really into it ever since we started watching it together. We've finished all the seasons and now she's rewatching it for the second time.

Turning my phone on again made my throat close. My hands were shaking, I felt like I was starting to sweat, my head was pounding as I thought about everything that I was about to have to deal with, tears were sliding down my face before I even knew what was happening.

Billie's name was the first to pop up on my screen. She'd sent me 52 messages, all of which I refused to read.

I held my phone up to my ear as I started walking, and the call was answered in just a few seconds.

"Where the fucking hell are you, you stupid bitch, I love you?! You had us all worried sick and Caden was so close to calling the fucking FBI to locate your stupid ass, and we couldn't track your phone because it was off, and—"

"Cadence, I'm gonna be there in a while, okay? I don't know where I am or how long it's gonna take me to get there, but I'll be there soon. I'm gonna get an Uber."

"I'm gonna punch your ass as soon as I see you and then we're gonna have a very long talk about how shitty what you did was. I love you!"

"I love you too," I smiled slightly. "Um, I only have twenty bucks on me right now because some guy gave it to me because he thought I was homeless, so—"

"What?"

"I'll tell you all about it later. I'm pretty sure twenty bucks isn't gonna cover my ride so I'll text you when I'm close and you can bring me my wallet, okay?"

"Sure thing. I'll see you in a bit!"

I hung up and sighed, throwing my head back. I wish I could just go back in time and not do any of this. I don't feel like sitting through any well-deserved lectures today, but there's no way I'm gonna get out of it.

***

"You look like shit," Kit mumbled before ruffling my hair. She'd been the one to bring my wallet down for me, which I was thankful for. I needed a few minutes to prepare myself for all the yelling I was about to endure. "Rough night?"

"Yeah." I sighed.

"How you feeling?" She questioned, raising a brow at me.

"Like shit. I'm lucky I don't have alcohol poisoning."

"You're lucky you're not dead too," She rolled her eyes. "You're a tiny, little, doe-eyed girl. I'm surprised nobody mugged your ass. Or worse."

"I know."

"I'm not gonna yell at you because everyone else has already been making speeches to give you and I don't think it's necessary. Plus, I've been in your shoes plenty of times before. But if you ever do this again I'm gonna have to get my glock and make it go--"

"Pop, pop. Yeah, I got it." I laughed.

"So...Billie isn't mad at you or anything. She's been pretty chill while everyone else has been freaking the fuck out. She doesn't really seem to think that y'all are over. None of us do." She sent me a pointed look.

"I don't wanna not be with her, but I'm not gonna compete with Luna. I'm not up for that shit." I shook my head.

"She blocked Luna's number the second you walked out."

"Well, then..." I shrugged. "I need a few days to chill and get my shit together, and then maybe we can talk. I don't know if she's gonna wanna be with me after last night anyway."

"You got with somebody else?" Kit tilted her head. I nodded. "She was kinda expecting that." She mumbled. "She doesn't give a shit, she just wants you back. And I do too. This bullshit went a little bit too far and got out of hand. It happens sometimes, but you guys need to reel this shit in and get back together. You bitches are, like, couple goals or some shit and I'm not gonna sit around and watch y'all asses be miserable without each other. You need to just make the fuck up. Immediately."

"I just need a few days--"

"Few days my pussy. You two are gonna solve this shit before you get to go to sleep. Billie, bring your ass the fuck out here." She cut me off. My eyes widened as I looked toward where she was looking. Billie was hiding behind a bush...Again.

Bitches love bushes nowadays, I guess.

"Go into the lobby, work this shit out, and don't come back to the fucking room until you do. Give me your keys." She held her hand out and wiggled her fingers impatiently until we both did.

"Well, what if we can't work this shit out?" I grumbled.

"Then you'll both be sleeping comfortably on the floor outside the room." She smiled before starting to walk off. "Fix this shit!"

We both sat on the couches across from each other and I sighed. "We should just be blunt and totally honest with each other."

"I agree," She muttered. "I was only talking to Luna because her dad apparently passed away and she was taking it pretty hard. She kept talking about how she didn't know how she was gonna go on without him, kept making it seem like she was gonna kill herself, I fell for it and tried to talk to her and make her feel better even though I knew you didn't want me talking to her, and found out earlier today that she's been lying the whole time because after I told our friends about what was going on, they did some digging and apparently, Cora's friend's uncle's baby sister's babysitter's sister saw him at a grocery store earlier today looking healthier than ever." She rolled her eyes.

"I feel stupid as fuck. I mean, I should know by now how manipulative she can be, it's just that...I don't know. I just didn't think that she'd ever lie about something like this and I didn't wanna just ignore her when she was going through something like that. But regardless, you made it pretty clear that you didn't want anything to do with me if I had anything to do with her, so I should've never talked to her. And whether she'd been faking or not, I would've still stopped talking to her after you walked out today."

"You shouldn't have to feel like you're competing with her or anyone else and you shouldn't feel like she's more important than you because she's definitely not. I literally can't imagine life without you. You're one of my best friends ever, on the planet, and you're my girlfriend and you're my everything and I don't give a shit about anyone or anything else at this point."

"And I'm sorry for lying to you instead of talking to you like I should've, and yelling at you and arguing with you when you asked me about who I was talking to. There was no reason for me to treat you like that. I was snapping at you because I was stressed out about Luna and that wasn't right."

I stared at her for a while after she finished talking and sighed as she looked at me expectantly. "If you'd just told me what was going on I would've been fine with you talking to her. I mean, I wouldn't have been...But I would've understood." I muttered. "Just don't lie to me and hide shit from me. That's all I want."

"I get that." She whispered.

"I'm sorry too. I'm sorry that Luna manipulated you again. I'm sorry for disappearing and scaring you guys. I should've just stayed here and worked shit out with you or at least told somebody where I was going. What I did was dangerous and stupid and I'm sorry for it...And I'm sorry for...Sleeping with another girl. I knew it was stupid the whole time I was doing it and I did it anyway."

"...Was it good?" She questioned.

"I cried at the end."

We both laughed at that and I shook my head as I ran my fingers through my hair. "Um...While we're being completely honest, I think I should probably mention the fact that I...Didn't really ever mention to you--I don't think--That I...One time I was um...Held at gunpoint by bowl cut dude in the school parking lot." I rushed out.

Her eyes widened and she let out a loud gasp. "What?! That was you?!"

"Yeah, remember that movie night that we had? It was on that night. Before I went to your house." I mumbled.

"You've gotta be fucking joking! You mean to tell me that your day that day consisted of you going to a drama club meeting, getting held at gunpoint, and then coming over to my house and recreating that one scene in 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' where they fight and then fuck--"

"Shut the fuck up!" I hissed, as she grew louder and louder. I looked around quickly to make sure nobody was listening before scooting closer to her. "We said we weren't gonna talk about that ever again!"

It was embarrassing and not as sexy as we thought it'd be.

"Look, I know I'm supposed to tell you when shit like this happens to me, but the thing is...I just couldn't! If I'd told you that I was held at gunpoint then it would've turned into this huge thing--"

"Fucking obviously--"

"And--You would've been all worried and shit and it just--I couldn't! I mean, the guy literally held me at gunpoint with an empty gun that he didn't know how to aim. Even if I'd wanted to try to tell you what happened, I wouldn't have been able to quit laughing long enough to get the words out!" I whisper yelled.

She sighed and put her face in her hands. "We gotta quit this shit. We have to stop being absolute idiots all the fucking time or we're never going to work out--And I want us to work out."

"I want us to work out too." I mumbled before sliding over to her couch. "I promise the next time I get held at gunpoint I'll tell you about it as soon as I can."

"I promise the next time Luna threatens to kill herself if I don't talk to her, I'll send her the 'Y'all hear sum?' meme and move on."

"So..." I let out a small laugh, not really sure what to say.

"So, let's start over. Again. And do it right this time. We're gonna be nothing but honest with each other, we're gonna work on our communication skills, and if worst comes to worst we'll take Finneas up on his offer to give us a couple's therapy session."

"...Let's make sure we don't ever get to that point."

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A/N: Well.............Y'all been asking for smut.