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Dahlia's POV

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"Billie, please get your tongue out of my ear." I said in a funny voice before smacking the phone away from my face. I laughed at her funny laugh and shook my head as I walked away from her.

Billie and I decided we needed to spend this entire Saturday together as a do-over for the tragedy that was last Saturday. She came over bright and early this morning and we've been acting stupid with one another ever since.

We've been taking pictures of and with one another, snap chatting with one another and we even did a live stream earlier. She said she wanted to have fifty

million pictures and videos of us in her camera roll by the end of today and I think she might just reach that goal if we keep this up.

"Baby, come back!" She pouted, reaching her arms out for me. I shook my head, stuck my tongue out at her and walked into my closet, sitting down on the floor and yanking my shoes off. Earlier we'd been having another fashion show—our favorite pass time because apparently we're twelve-year-olds—and I hadn't taken off the last outfit I'd put on yet.

"I'm hungry!" I shouted after a few moments. We didn't even eat breakfast this morning. I gasped as I stood back up and ran over to my bed, jumping right on top of her. She grunted as I landed on her stomach and almost elbowed her in the face.

"We have the whole house to ourselves today, Bil!" I reminded her for the third time today.

"So what's up then? You tryna fuck in the living room?" I squealed and let out an embarrassing laugh as her fingers dug into my sides, tickling me.

"For the last time, absolutely not." I shook my head.

"Boring."

"I'm a fuck in the kitchen type of gal, but okay." I muttered. Her mouth fell open and her eyes got wide as she looked at me and I smirked.

She practically scrambled off the bed, me letting out a frightened shout as she did. I thought she was gonna drop me, but thankfully she didn't. She somehow managed to carry me out of the room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen without killing us both, and I've never been more proud of her.

"Well, we've arrived!" She grinned as she sat me down on the counter. I nodded happily. "I knew you'd bring me down here if I said that."

"Have I been tricked?" She tilted her head.

"You have. I wanna make something!"

"Love?"

"Ew." I cringed, hitting her chest. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter before pulling me in for a deep kiss.

I pushed her shirt up and put my hands under it as her hands gripped at my ass hungrily. She broke the kiss after a few minutes, and I whined, but that quickly turned into a moan once she bit my neck harshly and then licked it.

I pulled away from her and lifted her shirt up further, biting my lip as I stared at her stomach. She yanked the shirt over her head before attacking my neck again, one of her hands squeezing it tightly while the other trailed over my thigh and then into my pants.

I grabbed her arm and tried to move her hand closer to my center, but she didn't budge. "Tell me what you want, D." She whispered.

"Bitch, you know what the fuck I wan—" she squeezed my neck tighter and I quit talking, sending her a pleading look.

"Tell me what you want." She spoke slower this time, her voice sterner.

"You," I mumbled. "Please?"

I gasped as I felt her fingers inching closer and closer.

***

"That shit tasted so good, bro." She groaned.

I nodded, finishing the last bit of my omelet. "This food was fire! Who woulda thunk it? We're actually good cooks." I laughed.

"I wasn't talking about the food, but sure, yeah."

I ruffled her hair and then slapped her head before standing up and putting our plates in the sink.

"So, I've been thinking about what to get you for your birthday a lot. What do you want?" She questioned after a bit of silence. I thought about it for a moment before shrugging my shoulders.

"I have no idea. My birthday is two whole months away."

"No, no, no. Your birthday is only two months away. That's only two months for me to figure out something really bomb to get you."

"You don't have to get me anything spectacular. Buy me a card and be done with it." I laughed, sitting on her lap and wrapping my arms around her neck. She sighed as she rubbed my back.

"You're so damn annoying." She grumbled.

"Thanks. Your birthday is next month. What do you want?"

"Sex."

"And what else?"

"More sex."

"Billie, come on!" I huffed. This bitch is always horny I swear to god. "What do you want that I can buy you out of a store?"

"A strap on."

"Billie—"

"I don't want anything, okay?!" She chuckled. "I seriously can't think of a single thing that I want."

"Fine, I'll get you a frilly pink skirt just like Cora's then." I smirked.

"I'd much rather have the strap on—"

"The strap what?!"

I gasped and jumped out of Billie's lap, turning to look at my brother. He looked disgusted and honestly I'm disgusted he heard that too. Billie stayed in her seat, a smug look on her face.

"I said what I said." She winked.

"What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be spending the day with Julia?"

"I couldn't today," he shook his head. "I've been spending so much time with her and I needed a break."

"I thought you didn't like her anymore...Why're you with her again?" I tilted my head and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I do like her. She's great." He muttered, walking toward the fridge. I shot Billie a look and she shook her head at me, telling me not to say anything.

"Yeah? What's your favorite thing about her?" I ignored her. "The nasally voice, the beer breath, or the constant eyeliner goop in the corner of her eye?"

"Hop off it, will you twerp?" He rolled his eyes before slamming the fridge door closed again and speed walking past me. "I'm in my room. Don't bother me." He grumbled.

I waited until he was up the stairs and his room door slammed shut before I turned to look at Billie. "When was the last time he and Finneas hung out?"

"Ugh—I don't know, probably the day after the party."

I sighed. I think Denver is avoiding Finneas a little bit. They definitely haven't been hanging out as much lately.

"Hey, why don't you invite Finneas over? We can have, like, a double date!" I grinned. Billie chuckled and shook her head at me as she stood up. "Baby, that's sweet, but I don't think it's gonna work. I know you want Denver to admit to his gayness and shit, but even if he did, Finneas doesn't like him back. He's got a whole girlfriend! Just...Give Denny some time and I'm sure he'll come to terms with it." She rubbed my arms comfortingly and I smiled and nodded, though I hadn't been listening to her.

I don't know why Denver doesn't trust me enough to come out to me. It really bothers me because I thought he knew he could trust me with anything! I want to be there for him and I want him to know I love him and I don't give a shit what he is. I want him to know I'm not judging him.

"Come on, baby. Let's go back to your room and watch Phineas and Ferb." Billie said as she grabbed my hand.

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"It seems pretty easy, honestly. I just have to organize her insta feed and post once a day for her, like some of her fans' posts, do all that shit. Then for the editing part of it, she edits the video and gets it in order and shit, and all I do is add whatever effects and pop-ups she wants in there."

"Sounds pretty cool." Billie grinned, not looking away from my nails. "I'm proud of you, babe. Your first job is an awesome one."

"Thanks!" I smiled.

It got quiet again as Billie continued painting my nails, each one a different color, and I thought about how to ask her what I'd been wanting to ask her for the last few hours.

I'm fucking scared she's gonna say no, but I figure I should just come out and ask.

"Billie?" I mumbled.

"Yes, Darling Dahlia?" She smirked.

"Do you think that...Ugh—Um do you want to like...I mean is it okay if maybe...if your ugh—" Well, coming out and just asking the question wasn't as easy as I thought it'd be. I knew I was nervous but I didn't know I was this nervous.

"Baby, if you want me to go down on you again just come out and say it—"

"Billie fucking Eilish, stop being so dirty minded all the time!" I laughed, smacking her stomach. She sent me an annoyed look as she noticed some of the nail polish had smudged and then yanked my wrist closer to her so she could continue painting. "I was just gonna ask if...Like, What are you and your family doing on Thanksgiving?" I mumbled quickly.

"Dahlia Jane Delilah Doe, are you saying you want my family to come over for Thanksgiving?" She teased. I rolled my eyes and flipped her off.

"Well, you can stay your ass at your own house, but yeah everyone else is totally invited."

"I'll ask my parents, but I already know the answer is yes. My mom would rather eat at McDonald's than fix Thanksgiving dinner. She hates cooking big meals."

"Great!" I smiled. "Do you think your parents will like my house? What should we change about it before they come? I keep telling my dad we should rearrange the furniture in the living room but—"

"No, don't start that shit." She shook her head. "Don't overthink it, baby. I promise you they won't give a flying fuck about anything in this bitch except the food."

"Yeah, but...I mean, this house isn't anything fancy and I just—"

"Stop. It." She said sternly. "They're not gonna judge you. I already know my mom's gonna love this house and my dad will definitely be too busy trying to get to the food to notice anything. They don't like fancy shit anyway. You've seen how simple our house is."

I nodded, letting out a small sigh. I'm excited for them to come over, but I'm also really fucking nervous. This is the first time our families are gonna be together and shit.

I'm kinda scared Billie's gonna get freaked out and leave because we're moving too fast. I mean, Thanksgiving together? We've only been together a couple weeks.

It's not like I'm asking them to dinner to propose to her, though. I want them here because I wanna spend time with Billie and because I want Denny and Fin to spend time together.

"This isn't weird, right?" I wondered aloud. "You're okay with spending Thanksgiving with me? You don't have to."

"I want to! You told me your dad is a good cook. Trust me, I wanna be here."

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A/N: Short, Fluffy stuffs!!! These bitches need a break from drama lmaoo. I feel like this chapter is so boring but don't worry it's about to get hella interesting again real soon 😈😈