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Dahlia's POV

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"Get your ass over here now, Cadence, I cannot go through this alone!" I stared up at the clothes hanging above my head as I whisper yelled at my friend through the phone. I'd scrambled to get off my bed after realizing that my brother had said that Billie would be coming over. After finding an outfit that wasn't trying too hard and that I didn't hate, I shut the door of my closet and sat on the floor as I changed and talked to Cadence.

"You're not going through anything alone. You're not going through anything at all. Billie's coming to hang out with your brother, not you, and we both know how he is about his siblings and his company being separated at all times."

"Yeah, but—just be over here in ten, Okay?" I hung up on her after that and slid my shirt over my head before cracking open my closet door and practically crawling out. I was wearing baggy neon green pants, a neon green bra and a white cropped shirt that barely covered my boobs so the green bra was noticeable. I glanced at myself in the mirror and grinned. If there was one thing I was proud of, it was my fashion sense. It was pretty unique if I do say so myself.

I moved my wavy, black hair around with my fingers, knowing that trying to brush it would only make it look messier. I contemplated putting some makeup on, maybe just some foundation if nothing else. Some days I liked the few light freckles that scattered around my nose and cheeks, some days I didn't.

I decided that I didn't feel like putting any makeup on and instead opted to sit on my bed and wait.

When I heard the doorbell ring a few minutes later, I ran to go get it, fully expecting to see cadence.

It was, in fact, very much not cadence. I wasn't all that disappointed with that.

"Oh, hi." I grinned widely.

Billie looked me up and down before smirking and stepping into the house, her quick movement almost startling me. She clearly wasn't one for personal space as she stood only inches away from me, looking down at me with those piercing blue eyes.

"Denver around?" She questioned, raising a brow when I didn't reply immediately.

My cheeks flushed quickly as the silence between us stretched on for longer and longer. I was half expecting Denny to pop up and interrupt us, or Cora to pop up and make a smart remark about me being a little slow, or Cadence to finally show the fuck up, but none of that happened. Instead, we stood in complete silence having a little staring contest, Billie wearing a smirk as her eyes pierced into mine, me trying desperately not to faint and die.

"I'll find him myself then." She finally broke the silence, placing one of her knuckles under my chin softly before walking off.

I stood there looking like an idiot for at least a few more minutes before glancing in the direction she'd gone off in.

I sighed.

So, I'd realized recently that I liked girls and was okay with that. What I didn't realize until this very moment was how shit I was at talking to them.

I thought I was better than this, I thought I was smooth and flirty and confident. Almost as soon as I'd figured out my sexuality, me and Kai started hooking up. She had approached me, but I still thought that I was good with girls.

Apparently not.

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"Why would she be here to visit him anyway? Are they dating?" I tried to piece it all together as I paced back and forth in front of a bored looking Cadence who was sat on my bed. "They can't be. He's got that girl—what's her name? Fucking...Jessica? Jessie?"

"Justine?" Cadence tried to remember too. "Julie? Julia. It's Julia."

"He's got fucking Julia, he can't be fucking with Billie too."

Cadence sent me a look. My brother was a whore and we all knew it. He had a new girlfriend almost every week. But still, he never cheated on the girls he was with, he always made sure to break up with them before moving on to some other poor girl, and he'd just been talking about Julia two days ago. I don't think they were over already. He seemed to like her more than he'd liked the other girls too.

"I don't think they're together. Billie doesn't seem like his type and he definitely doesn't seem like Billie's type."

My brother doesn't have a type. As long as they've got a vagina, he's happy. "What do you think Billie's type is?"

"Marilyn Manson."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at her as I quit pacing and walked toward the TV, turning the Wii on. She perked up at this and immediately started bouncing up and down in excitement.

Wii's had gone out of style a few years ago, but I still had my old one and all the games that went with it and in my humble ass opinion, it was still just as fun as it was when I'd first gotten it. Cadence seemed to think so too. She demanded we play it almost every time she came over.

"Do you think she's into girls?"

I sighed and shook my head. "It'd be too good to be true."

"She seems big gay."

I let out a small snort as I handed her a controller before putting in the Wii sports game. Our favorite. Tennis was always the first game we played.

"I don't know, a girl can dream."

We didn't talk about her anymore after that, and I practically forgot that she was even in our house as I continuously beat Cadence in tennis and then bowling and then baseball. I always beat her at the Wii sports games, but she always beat me at the Wii sports resort games.

We spent probably five hours in my room playing all the Wii games our little hearts desired and then when we got tired of that, we put YouTube on the tv and listened to all the latest music while we talked about all the latest celebrity gossip, our favorite past time other than playing the Wii.

After a while, I had to pee, though, so I slipped out of my room and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I was about to open the door when it swung open and I jumped as I noticed it was Billie who was standing in front of me.

The same smirk from earlier crawled onto her face as she stared at me once again, not saying anything or moving out of the way. She looked me up and down, her tongue gliding over her bottom lip a few times before retreating back into her mouth.

"You don't talk much do you, Dahlia?"

The way my name rolled off her tongue made me want to drop my panties right then and there.

"H-How do you know—"

"When Cora was introducing herself I asked what your name was. Cause you didn't mention it while you were staring at me when I came in." I was somewhat upset that she knew who Cora was too. I wished that she just knew me because she liked me and had asked Denver about me because she wanted to take me out on a date or something.

I've gotta stop reading so much fanfiction.

And obsessing over every attractive girl I happen upon.

Fat chance.

I blushed as she mentioned my staring earlier, and quickly cleared my throat and looked down at my shoes to avoid staring too long once again. "I'm not great with new people, sorry."

"You seem fine with everyone else. You're that girl who's in like fifty clubs aren't you?" She chuckled as my head snapped up and I looked at her once again. She knew who I was?

"Six," I shrugged dumbly. "You in any?"

"Creative writing. And key club. My mom made me join that one." She rolled her eyes.

"It's fun. Community service. And shit." I let out a small breath after the choppy sentence flew out of my mouth.

"Right...Is your name Dahlia because you look like her?"

The question caught me off guard and I stared at her for a moment before nodding a little. "Guess so. My parents thought they were funny. That's why my brother's name is Dahmer."

"I think I should be afraid, but honestly I fuck with this family." She laughed and it made me want to throw up. Why was everything she said and did so cute?

I let out a small laugh of my own before looking toward the ceiling. Staring into her eyes too long couldn't be healthy. They made me want to melt. "So...peeing...I need to do that." I mumbled.

"See you around, Doe."

I backed up to give her some space to get past me, but she placed her hands on my hips and let them hover there for a few moments before fully sliding past me. I practically ran into the bathroom when she turned the corner and slammed the door behind me.

What in the fucking hell was that? Was she flirting with me? Is that just who she fucking is as a person or was she into me?

Fucking Christ.

"Get in the bathroom, now!" I whisper yelled into my phone after yanking it out of my pants pocket and dialing cadence's number. I heard her sigh and shuffle around a little before she answered.

"What the fuck is up with you and giving me orders today? And why can't you just come back to your room like a normal—You know what, nevermind. You've never been normal."

She hung up after that and I sat on the toilet after letting the seat down, one leg crossing over the other as I bounced them up and down and bit at my thumb.

Only a few seconds later, she slid into the bathroom and leaned against the door, an unamused look on her face as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Do you need help wiping your asshole or something?"

"Billie's really hot and I don't fucking understand." I began my mini rant.

"I think she was flirting with me, but also I think that she's just naturally like that so like not really flirting but flirting?" I was never good at words. Everything I said was always so choppy and random and—and it was so much worse when I was anxious.

"What are you talking about?"

So I explained the whole two-minute conversation that me and Billie had had that felt like a ten-minute conversation at the time. When I finished explaining, Cadence nodded and grinned. "You should ask her if she's into girls."

"That's it? That's your reply? That's your contribution to the conversation?"

"Yes."

I stood up and began pacing again as she walked over and leaned up against the bathroom counter. "That helped exactly nothing." I mumbled.

"Why is this always a thing with you? Sixth grade, your first ever crush on a dude, you didn't ask his name for like five weeks and it was the end of the school year before you got around to asking if he wanted to go out sometime."

"And I'm lucky it did take me that long, seeing as he said no."

"He said no because his family was moving to fucking Sweden!"

"It was still a no."

Cadence groaned as she yanked my arm so that I'd be closer to her and then held me by the shoulders to keep me in front of her. "If you'd asked him sooner, I'm sure it would've been a yes. Beating around the bush never helps anything. It's better to just yank the bandaid off. It's not like you're asking her to date you, you're just asking if she's into girls. It can be casual. Gone are the days of being rejected because it's too little too late."

I sighed as I leaned into her, burying my face into her shoulder as I hugged her. Cadence was great at pep talks and I really appreciated her. I'm glad she's my friend.

"You're probably right."

"I'm always right. Stop being pussy."

She's one to talk. She never says anything to anyone.

Before I could tell her that, the bathroom door was swinging open again. I looked up and let out a small gasp as I noticed it was Billie, her facial expression unreadable. I jumped away from Cadence and sent the blue haired girl a smile which she didn't return.

"Think I left one of my tampons in here..." she drifted off as she walked farther into the bathroom and grabbed it off the counter. She held it up and nodded to herself before turning around and leaving again, closing the door behind her.

"Yeah, I don't think she's the type to beat around the bush anyway." Cadence mumbled before leaving the bathroom as well.

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A/N: I feel like this story is starting off really slow but I can't just jump into the action so idk lmao. This is my first time in like the longest time writing a story like this so I'm super rusty. I've been writing just one shots for the last two or so years and I haven't written an actual story in so long! And I also haven't written in first person in a long time either. I've been writing mostly in third person.

Idk, hopefully, it'll get interesting soon!