A/N: Sorry this is so late, things are spiralling out of control. This is a short chapter and kinda shitty but the end has a fun surprise so you should probably still read it.

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A throbbing headache wakes me up and it takes a few moments before I'm even able to open my eyes. I feel a hand draped over my stomach, seeing Billie sleeping next to me. Over on my nightstand is painkillers as well as a bottle of water. Slowly removing Billie's arm I take two pills, before making my way to the kitchen.

To be honest, I can't remember everything that happened last night. I remember doing a line of coke and drinking too much for my own good, but I don't remember Billie coming over. I don't know what we did or didn't do. Reaching into the black backpack I grab a bag filled with green, a grinder and rolling papers. Hiding the backpack I step onto the balcony, placing the items on the table. The cool morning breeze bringing goosebumps to my arms but the air feeling nice on my throbbing head.

I carefully grind up the weed, place it on the rolling paper, licking it before rolling it up and grabbing the lighter. Placing it to my lights I flick the lighter, taking in a deep hit, holding it for a moment before exhaling.

I can't believe Hazelee isn't here anymore. When did I become so reliant on having her here?

As I continue to hit the joint, the headache slowly disappears, though I can't help the few tears from shedding. Before I finish it, I hear the door slide open. I don't bother to look who it is, already knowing. Billie walks past me, sitting on the chair next to me.

"I-I was sober for a long time," I start, wiping the tears away, "but last week... I don't know," I admit, staring forward at the bustling city.

"I think you need something to focus on," Billie advises softly.

"Like what?" I turn my head towards her. The way her hair falls so perfectly, her bangs a little messy but somehow adorable at the same time. Her cute little nose slightly crooked, the few tiny freckles dusting it. Her eyes piercing into me almost as if she can read my mind. I can't look away.

"Music," she smiles softly, "you're really talented."

I looked forward for a moment, taking a few breaths, "You've never met my parents, have you?"

"No," she shook her head, confusion on her face.

"You should," I change the subject, taking another hit.

"Why?" She questioned.

I pressed the last bit of the joint into the ashtray, putting it out until it stopped smoking. "I really like you, Billie," I admitted, turning to look in her eyes. "You're more than just a casual fuck to me."

Luckily I'm a little high so my nerves aren't running wild. My eyes glance down to her lips, seeing them pull into a small smile, "I like you too."

I couldn't help but smile back at her response. "Come meet my parents then? I'm forced to have dinner with them tomorrow."

"Yeah sure," she nods. "I'm gonna go take a shower," she announces before making her way inside.

I soon walk inside as well. I wonder what actually happened last night, I think to myself as I begin to get ready for the day. I want to make her mine...I'm gonna make her mine.

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Billie walks into my room, one of my large t-shirts falling just above her knee. Her beautiful blonde hair slightly damp as she uses my comb to brush through it.

"Hey Bil," I capture her attention as she sets the brush down.

"Yeah?"

"Come here," I pat my lap as I'm sitting on the edge of my bed.

She smiles, straddling my lap as I wrap my arms around her. "So, two questions. One: Did I do anything horrible last night?"

"No," she shrugged, a small smirk adorning her lips. "You did really wanna fuck but we didn't."

"Oh my god," I chuckled with annoyance at myself. "I'm sorry."

"You're fine," she chuckled along. "What was your second question?"

"Right," I nodded, trying to suppress the blush I feel coming on.

"What is it?" She urges, placing her hands on my shoulders for a moment before wrapping them around the back of my neck.

"Do you want to be-Will you be my girlfriend?" I look down at my lap, starting to feel self-conscious. She could literally say 'no,' what the fuck do I do then? This girl is the only person that ever makes me this nervous, is that a good thing or a bad thing?

"I-I just want to know you aren't like fucking other people and maybe that's selfish and it's not just that but also I really like you and I want to be able to take you on dates without fee-"

I stop my long-winded speech when I feel Billie's fingertips reach under my chin, making me look up at her. A breathe hitching in my throat. "Relax," she whispers, inching closer and closer to my lips.

"I will be your girlfriend," she whispers before attaching her lips to mine.

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I don't even want to put a word count because this is sucks and its sad but...905