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A/N: Yo, I deadass didn't want this book to be a hundred chapters but guess what? Fat fucking chance it's not! I'm excited to keep writing tho, and I have a few ideas for a sequel but I'm not making any promises because I'm trash and I change my mind too much.

Also, I may or may not update tomorrow. IDK yet. I need to write more and also I'm tryna give some of my new readers time to catch up lmaoo.

Soo many pictures in this chapter bro.

Dahlia's outfit:

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Dahlia's POV

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"Ooh, Mami, you look so sexy," Billie smirked as she looked me up and down and then went back to brushing my straightened hair. I rolled my eyes and bumped my butt into her. "Stop it." I giggled.

"You know I love when you wear these sexy little skirts of yours." She grinned, her hand traveling down my back and onto my ass, grabbing me.

"What did dad tell you two about having foreplay in the kitchen?" Denver groaned as he opened the fridge.

"It's only allowed if no ones around." Billie sighed, sounding defeated. I hit her shoulder and then stepped away from her, running my fingers through my dark hair.

"Are you almost ready?" Denver questioned impatiently. "I'm ready for you to unwrap your damn presents so we can get to the venue before we end up being late to our own party."

"Mom should've swallowed you," I grumbled before pushing past him and out of the kitchen. It's my birthday today and Denver and I are having a joint birthday party later. I'm really excited for it, honestly. "We're not even leaving for another couple of hours. Chill."

"Eighteen years old," My dad cried as soon as I stepped into the living room. "I can't believe you've been lollygagging around the planet for eighteen whole years."

"I can't believe you just chose to use those words in particular." I cringed.

"When you were six years old you had your very first birthday party—"

"Dad, please. Not today. No stories. You can tell them on Denver's birthday." I shook my head before going to give him a hug.

"Okay, okay, fine. You sit on the couch and I'll bring your presents in. Cora, go outside and get the other presents ready."

He patted her shoulder and she nodded before running off. "What? What other presents?" What the hell did they have for me outside? Oh my god, I bet it's a fucking raccoon.

See, my favorite wild animals are raccoons. I just happen to think they're adorable, and I've been asking for one since I was like five. I bet they finally cracked and got me one!

Dad brought in three gifts and smiled sadly at me.

"Sorry, kiddo, but money is pretty tight these days. We each got you one gift. Plus the ones outside."

I looked at him as if he was stupid. "Dad, you know I love anything y'all get me. You didn't even have to get me these!" I reached up to hug him once again before he sat a gift in my lap.

I opened their gifts and absolutely loved them. Cora got me a makeup palette, Denver got me three Wii games and my dad gave me a $100.

"I love you guys!" I cheered, standing up quickly to hug them all. Billie smiled once I got to her and whispered in my ear. "My gift is outside too."

I nodded. They must've got her in on the whole buying me a raccoon thing.

Cora ran back in about five minutes later and yelled that my gifts were ready. I jumped up and down a few times, clapping before I allowed them to put a blindfold on me and walk me outside.

"Okay, we're gonna take the blindfold off on the count of three, alright?" Cora said. I nodded quickly.

"1...2...3!" The blindfold was pulled off of me and I felt something being put in my hand. I gasped loudly as I saw a nice 2018 Chevrolet Impala in front of me, and car keys in my hands.

"Holy crap, I know y'all lying!" I screamed.

"Damn, why'd the neighbors park their car right there?" Denny joked. I screamed loudly and jumped up and down once again. I didn't give a shit about the fact that I was being so loud the neighbors could hear me. I didn't care how damn stupid I must've looked either. I was too excited!

I know an Impala isn't the fanciest car on the planet, but I've been wanting one for a while now and I honestly couldn't ask for anything better! I would've been appreciative if they'd just gotten me a scooter, but a fucking Impala!? Wow!

"My gift is inside. Go on!" Billie grinned as she gently pushed me closer to the car. I unlocked the doors with the little keypad and then slid into the driver's seat, taking a moment to just sit there and feel how it felt to sit in my very own car. The car had leather seats and oh my god, it smelled so fucking new. I could literally combust because of all the happiness filling my body.

I screamed again and let out a crazy laugh before growing silent once again, shocked at what I'd heard coming from behind me. A loud meow.

I gasped as I swung my head around, looking at the back seat. There was a cat sitting there in a little carrier, staring right back at me.

I calmly climbed out of the car, not wanting to scare it more than I probably had, and gently closed the door behind me.

"You guys," I said calmly. "THERE'S A WHOLE FUCKING ADORABLE ASS CAT IN THE BACKSEAT OF MY CAR! MY CAR! A CAT! IN MY CAR! A CAT AND A CAR!" I screamed.

They all laughed at me as I hurriedly jogged around to open the door and get it out. The air had been left on so it was safe in there, but I'm sure it was still happy to be out of the vehicle.

"How old is it!? Is it a boy or a girl?!" I whisper yelled. Billie chuckled as she stepped toward us.

"He's three months, and he's a he." She answered. "Happy birthday, baby girl. Do you like it?"

"I love it! I love him!" I squealed. "Thank you so fucking much!"

"You're welcome!" She grinned.

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After I finished gawking at my new car and thanking my family for the huge gift, I brought Prince Styles into the house. That's what I chose to name him. Prince Styles.

What can I say? I'm a Harry Styles stan and if I didn't name my cat that I would've named my car that.

He explored for about an hour before I took him into my room. He seemed to love my bed, immediately curling up near my pillow. I stared at him for like ten minutes as he slept before starting to get all his stuff situated. Along with getting the cat, Billie also got me a crate full of cat supplies. Cat food, litter, a litter box, treats, a treat jar, a brush, food bowls, lots of toys, etc. The only thing I'd have to get soon is a collar and a name tag.

I put most of his stuff in my bathroom. My room is attached to a half bathroom that I don't ever use because the toilet doesn't actually work. It'll be perfect for keeping all his stuff in.

"Holy fuck." I whispered to myself. My family and my girlfriend are amazing.

Billie had gone home to get ready for the party later, but she promised to come over a little before we got ready to leave so she could see Prince Styles again.

I took who knows how many pictures of him sleeping and decided I needed to start a scrapbook for him right then and there. I printed out the pictures I took and quickly grabbed one of my spare books.

That killed quite a bit of time, and soon Billie was knocking on my door.

"Look at that absolutely adorable little specimen!" She said in her baby voice. I laughed and nodded. "I know right?! I can't believe how cute he is!"

"I wasn't talking about the cat," She winked. "Happy birthday again, baby."

"Thank you, angel." I grinned as I patted the bed. She took a seat and smiled softly as she looked at Prince Styles. "I really wanted to keep him after I got him. I was this close to just saying fuck it and getting you a different gift. He's a real cutie."

"Softie." I teased. She flipped me off. "We can, like...Raise him together though." I giggled.

"You get weekdays, I get weekends and holidays?"

"Deal."

I stood up slowly, trying not to bother Prince Styles while he rested, and walked toward my closet.

"So, what do you think I should wear to the party?" I asked. She furrowed her brows. "You're not wearing that? Why not? It's sexy."

"I wanna wear a dress." I shrugged. She smirked. "Well, I don't have any complaints about that. Why don't you let me pick it out?" She stood up too and slowly walked toward me.

"My dad will be around, Billie. My siblings will too. And children."

"Oh, calm down, I'm not gonna make you wear a damn g-string or something." She rolled her eyes before playfully bumping me out of the way.

I waited to see what she'd pull out, and after a few minutes she took out a dress I hadn't worn in like three years.

"I don't really like that dress," I sighed. "Makes me look fat, but what the fuck is new?"

"Bitch, shut up before we fight. Damn, I just wish I could punch you in the face with my love." She grumbled. I laughed and shook my head at her before starting to take off my belt. She bit her lip as she stared at me getting undressed, and I made sure to tease her as I turned around and slowly slid my skirt off.

"Don't tease me." She warned.

"Or what?"

I jumped and let out a loud laugh as she hit my ass with the palm of her hand. I turned around to face her and raised my eyebrows. "Is that what we're doing now? Spanking?"

She simply shrugged and put her hands on my waist, leaning down to kiss my neck. I moaned softly as she started to nibble on my soft spot.

She backed me up until we both fell on the bed and pulled me in for a kiss, her hands trailing all over my body. First my arms, then my boobs, then my stomach, then further down.

I gasped and pushed her away after hearing Prince Styles let out a little meow. He walked over and sat right on top of my chest and I cooed. "We can't fuck in front of him, Bil. He's too innocent."

"Cock block." She grumbled. "We should take him back."

I glared at her. "Don't play like that, Billie. I love him more than you."

"I wish I could act surprised, but I'm not."

***

A few hours later we were at the old arcade twenty minutes away from my house. Since the closest Chuck E Cheese is an hour's drive away, I suggested to Denver that we have our birthday party at this arcade. Dad brought us here a lot when we were younger. Every weekend that he was off, actually, and it was really special because he wasn't off a whole lot of weekends. Denver, Cora and I love it here, but we haven't visited in almost three years.

Denver and I decided it'd be cool to have our birthday party here. Arcades are supposed to be for kids, I guess, and I just wanted to do something that I'd do if I was still twelve. I'm technically an adult now, but I'm in no hurry to grow all the way up just yet.

My childhood wasn't the greatest because of everything with my mom, but my dad made every second we spent with him amazing and all my good childhood memories come from him. I wanted this party to be here for a lot of reasons. To let loose and have fun without having to worry about all the 'adult' problems I'll be stuck dealing with soon. To come back and relive some of my best memories. To be unique, because let's be absolutely honest, no other eighteen years old is having their birthday party at a kid's arcade. And to show my dad I'm still his little girl and Denver is still his little boy and even though we're growing up, we'll always still need him and want him in our lives

When we told dad we wanted our birthday party to be here he cried for two hours. A new record.

Leaving the house was hard because I hated having to leave Prince Styles all by himself, but I know he's safe there. I made sure to cat-proof the whole house before I left. Not an easy task, but I did it.

"I can't believe I'm gonna be nineteen in two days," Denver mumbled before shoving another piece of cake into his mouth. "Seems like just yesterday I was turning sixteen, getting my first car, fucking my first—"

"Okay, bro, thanks for the info." I cringed.

"Remember the first time we ever came here?" He grinned. I laughed and nodded. "I thought we'd never get to see the inside of this place again after that!"

"What happened?" Billie asked curiously, a soft smile on her face as she stared at me from across the table.

"Everything that could've." I chuckled. "I was seven and he was eight when we first came. Dad brought us to celebrate us doing so well in school. It was in July and it was hot as hell because the air conditioning wasn't working. We were not on our best behavior. We acted a fool the whole time we were here."

"We were stealing quarters from people so we could play more games and buy ourselves these little ice cream cups that they sold for a quarter each. Dad told us to stay in his eyesight but we kept running around where we knew he couldn't see us. We were basically bullying the other kids that were here, forcing them to let us cut in line like we were some little gangsters. At one point, I ended up getting fed up with how hot it was and took off all my clothes—" Denver cut himself off with a loud laugh and I picked up where he left off.

"I was not happy to see my brother running around naked so I had a whole breakdown. I crawled inside one of the little arcade games and hid in there for who knows how long until dad found me. He told us we had to go home because we were causing too much trouble and we threw the biggest temper tantrums of our lives and I can't even begin to explain how embarrassed he was. I was only seven and I still knew how much we'd embarrassed that poor man. We figured he'd never bring us back here, but he did. Every time he got the chance. I don't even know why."

"You guys were wild!" Billie giggled. "How'd you not get kicked out of here?"

"We were angels compared to some of the kids who came in here. At least that's what the owner, Mr. Martin said to my dad...I kinda miss Mr. Martin." Denver frowned.

"I don't!" Caden cut in. "I mean, Rest In Peace and all that, but that guy was a jerk."

"Billie, you would've hated him if you'd met him." Cora laughed. "He was a really grumpy old man, seemed to hate kids. Nothing ever seemed to make that man smile. I don't have any idea why he chose to own an arcade. All the kids were terrified of him."

"Yeah, he was this really huge guy, must've been like 6'7 or something. He was bald, wrinkly, and he acted like a military sergeant. Dressed like one too, except he always wore all black like it was a funeral." Cadence sighed as she leaned back in her seat. "He'd stand in the middle of the arcade just staring at everyone. All the kids would be running around and he'd just stand there, stiff as a pole, and stare with this look of pure disgust on his face."

"He wasn't so bad, though." Denver smiled. "He took a liking to me."

"Denver thinks they were like, best friends or something because the man picked up an ice cream cone he'd dropped and gave it back to him." I rolled my eyes.

"He patted my head too! He never did that to other kids! And I swear he cracked a smile!" Denver defended. We all laughed at him.

"Well, I'm done with my cake so...Who wants me to beat them in some games?" I questioned.

"I could stand to kick your ass at some arcade games." Billie nodded, holding out her hand to help me up.

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"You look so adorable!" I squealed as I looked at the picture I'd taken of her.

"You look sexy," She grinned as she showed me the picture she'd taken of me. "This is going in my spank bank."

"Alright, Carl Gallagher, calm down." I rolled my eyes and shoved her shoulder. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Duh!" She poked my side before leaning against one of the machines. "I should be asking you that! It's your birthday."

"It's been one of the best days of my life," I mumbled tiredly, resting my head on her shoulder. "I don't wanna leave."

"We've still got a couple hours. We haven't played Pac man yet. What do you say?"

"I've been avoiding Pac man this whole time because I don't wanna hurt your ego when I beat you. I know how much you like that game and I don't want you to be heartbroken when you realize you're a loser compared to me."

"Big talk from a small girl. I like it. If you still wanna be with me after I beat you, I'm gonna have to show you just how sexy I think you are when you're overly confident."

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A/N: Hi, hello. Who asked for more shameless self-promo? No one? Too bad.

Follow my insta if you'd like because I want more ppl to talk to about my obsession w Billie and ofc all my other obsessions. I don't dm ppl first bc I'm annoying but feel free to dm me anytime bc everyone else in existence is,,,,,,,,,not at all annoying. XX

P.S

Yes I did, in fact, write this entire chapter solely because of that picture of Billie in the arcade. And I'm not ashamed either. What about it?