《The Black Phone X Reader.》Chapter 17.
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I finished making Gwen and Finn something to eat, sense dad was gonna be working all night again. I went to my room, and began to get ready to hang out with Billy for a bit!
I grabbed an outfit that I thought looked nice, and changed.
I finished getting ready, and walk back to the living room. Finney, and Gwen still watching movies together on the TV.
"Hey, Finney?" I yell,
"Ya?" He yells back.
"I'm gonna go out, to hang out with Billy for a bit. Is it okay with you to watch Gwen by yourself, tonight?"
"Ya, of course."
"Th-"
"Wait, Billy? As in Paper Boy? You're gonna hang out with him, again? I'm telling you, you definitely have a crush on him!! Bet you two are gonna be together, smoochinggg~!" Gwen say's, Finn laughing.
"STAWP!! We literally just met! And I DONT have a crush on him. And, kissing? Gross!!" I spat,
"You're saying it's gross, now. But when it comes to the one, kissing suddenly isn't gross anymore." Gwen state's, shrugging.
"Whatever...." I say,
"Anyways, have fun N/N. Be safe!! And, no. Kissing." Finn say's, pointing his finger at me. I laugh, and nod. Walking to my room, to wait.
"She's gonna get her first kiss, today!!"
"STOPP!!" I yell, sitting on my bed. I hear the door bell ring, and run straight to the living room. I see Billy at the door, Gwen talking to him. Wait, I run towards Gwen, immediately!
"Remember, take good care of my sister. Or else....and rule number 10 is if you get Y/N gift's, you have to also get me a gift. It's only fair."
"G-got it....I'll write that down."
"Good."
"Gwen, please go over there!! Stop scaring him!" I yell, shoving her. She sticks out her tongue, and continues to watch TV.
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"So sorry about that!! Ready to go?"
"Y-yes, Miss." Still processing everything that just happened.
"Be safe, you two." Finney says. I nod, and walk out out closing the door.
"Sorryy, again." I apologize,
"It's okay, Miss. It's nice to know there your sister cares, and wants the best for you." Billy replies, I nod. I see Rover, and run up to him. Petting him, while Billy picks up his bike.
"So, what're we going to do?" I ask,
"Well, we have to drop my dog off first at my place. Then I was thinking of going to his restaurant that's near by that sell's smoothie's, and all that."
"Ohh, okay!! And the restaurant, what about having to-"
"My treat. I'll be paying, with my money."
"YOUR MONEY??"
"Yes. The money I get for delivering newspaper's?"
This man is already making his own money!!
I nod, and get in the back of his bike. He smile's, and begins to pedal to his place.
We make it to his place, and walk to the front door. Billy sighs, and knocks on the door. The door then opens, only to reveal his mom.
"Ohh, hii!! Hey, you must be Y/N? Right?" I nod, smiling.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Billy's mother. He's told me so much about you!!"
"I-O-Okay, mom. Please. No. We're gonna drop Rover off, then leave." Billy say's, dragging me upstairs.
"Don't have to be shy, Billy!!"
"Ignore her, please. Here boy, stay here. I'll be back, soon." Billy say's, closing the door.
"Alright, let's go." He say's, embarrassed.
😭
We finished eating at the restaurant. And just started waking together through the neighborhood.
"That was fun!!"
"Ya, it was fun!" Billy agreed.
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"So, what else do you want to do? Or do you have to go back home?"
"No, not yet. And, hm...."
Wait, Finney and Gwen are watching movies at home. We can watch movie's, together!
I grab Billy's arm, and drag him to my place.
"What're we doing?"
"Going to watch movie's, at my place!" We make it back home, and I see Gwen and Finn sleeping on the floor. I smile, and grab the TV. Taking it to my room.
"Wanna watch a horror movie?"
"No!! I mean, if you want to. Then, ya...." He say's, shaking.
"You're scared of horror movie's? It's okay, we'll just watch something else."
"Sorry...."
"Its's fine!" I say, putting on another movie. I sit on my bed, signaling Billy to sit down too. He hesitantly sits on the bed, and watches the movie. I grab his hand, trying to calm him down.
"It's alright. Don't have to be shy, I won't do anything!" I laugh. He smile's, and nod's.
"Thank you,"
I wake up, and look around. I see a note on my desk, and pick it up.
Hi! I wrote this note to let you know I went back home, sense it was getting late. You fell asleep, so I tucked you in. I had fun! Sleep, well Y/N. -Billy :)
I smiled, and got out of bed. Picking up the paper Griffin gave me. Alright, time to go get the books. I put my shoes, and ran out of the house. Getting on my bike, pedaling to the book store.
I made it, and got out. I quickly went searching for each book on the list, and found them. I smiled, and walked to the cashier.
"Good morning, Y/N. Found everything you needed?"
"Yes, thank you."
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