A/N: Sorry this is gonna be a sorta boring chapter. Gotta get a filler chapter in before shit starts happening

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As I'm sitting on the outdoor couches, Shark and Peaches running around the yard I scroll through my phone waiting for Finneas to be done a meeting. We are supposed to finalize a few songs for the album today and decide what the next single will be. A smile pulls on my lips when I receive a video text from Carter.

I hit play, only seeing a black screen. Nothing happens for a few seconds until I hear her voice coming through the speakers. "Yesterday is over, it's the first day of my life. You look so fuckin' pretty, and I know it's not the wine." I listen to raspy yet angelic voice, the smile not leaving my lips. "You spin me 'round in circles underneath your starry eyes. And now, I feel alright. And now, I feel alright." She lets out an adorable laugh before the video is over.

CARTER YOU AMAZE ME

did you write that?!

Guilty

"Billie, I'm done," Finneas calls out.

"Dude, come here," I shout with enthusiasm. He sits next to me and I hold up my phone so he can hear properly, "listen," I say before starting the video.

Once it's over he looks at me with a face I can't quite read. "What are you thinking?" I ask.

"Who is this and why have I never heard of them?

"It's Carter!"

"That girl you've been spending all your time with?" He questions with a raised brow.

"Yeah, that one."

"We need to get her in the studio. She's got some huge potential."

"Damn right. Anyway, are you ready?"

"Yup."

As we walk into the basement I send Carter a quick text.

you need to come over and record with us. i showed it to finneas

Noooo

what

That recording is shit

well Finn and i don't think so

i swear you need to get back into music

also wanna stay the night tn?

As long as Hazelee is invited

always :)

Perfect

But delete the recording

never

I hate you

yeah right

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are you on your way?

Ikr, such an awful kid

stuff that shit back in the bag and hurry up

The disrespect

Be there in 10

can't wait

"Okay bubba, let's go to Billies," I sigh, picking up her bag so she won't throw everything out of it for the third time today.

"Bil-Bil," she claps before holding onto my hand and walking with me to the car.

I play some of her favourite songs on the way to Billie's. I can't believe I only have 3 more nights with her and then who knows how long it will be until I see her again. I'm trying to make the most of our last couple of days but at the same time, I can't help being sad. It feels like my own child is being ripped out of my hands and put into a less qualified caretaker's home. I took care of her because James couldn't and now the judge thinks just because he's a few months clean that he's capable now. It doesn't make any sense.

After Billie and Hazelee messed around on the piano and the guitar Hazelee ran over to me, sitting in my lap. "What do you want to do bubba?" I asked Hazey.

"Cuddle," she smiled.

"Cuddle? With me or Billie?"

"Boff," she said.

"It's kinda hard to do that," I laughed. She hopped off my lap, grabbing my hand in one and Billie's in the other before walking down the hallway.

"Where are we going little one?" Billie chuckled.

"Bil-Bils woom," she announced before walking straight into Billie's room and climbing onto the bed.

"Bil-Bil," she patted the mattress to her left, "Carcar," she patted the mattress to her right. Billie and I looked at each other for a second before bursting into a small fit of laughter and obliging to Hazelee's demands.

Both of us laid down on each side of her, watching her as we curled up close and she smiled contently. "So, your voice recording," Billie started with a smirk on her face.

"No," I whined, covering my face with my hands as it turned red. Billie definitely makes me feel things that no one else does.

"Oh, c'mon, it was so good," she dragged out the last word.

"You actually think that or are you just saying that?" I asked, peeking out from behind my fingers.

"I'm serious. I want you to come to Finneas' house and mess around in the studio with us."

"When?"

"I don't care, tomorrow?"

"I guess," I shrugged, "I keep missing work anyway," I chuckled softly. She's a horrible influence.

"Sweet, I'll let Finn know," she smiled before picking up her phone.

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A/N: I'm literally ending the chapter here because I don't have any more words omg I struggled with this chapter.

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