Once you fall in love with someone I don’t know if you can ever shake them.
(Source: expecto--patronum)
Once you fall in love with someone I don’t know if you can ever shake them.
(Source: expecto--patronum)
Billie’s brow knit together as she glanced over at the rum and then back to Rose’s tear stained face. How many times had she, herself, cried over the choices she’d made and what they’d caused? Billie had never been much of a crier, but those years separated from everyone, every little thing had set her off. She used to think that she was making up for a tearless lifetime in those seven years by becoming that mess. It was decided then. She was going to be Rose’s lifeline. No matter the consequences. If it strained things between her and others. Billie would help her. She would try her best.
“You know the Ross’s hot tub?” she asked? Of course the girl had to. The number of times everyone had broken into their property to use it while the older couple was asleep or vacationing. “Well, they left for their annual Florida vacation a couple days ago…” Drunk swimming wasn’t smart, but a hot tub was safer than a pool and Billie wasn’t too drunk to lose all of her senses. Yet. “Don’t bother with the bathing suit,” she added as she moved towards the door, her hand wrapped firmly around Rose’s. She just wished Jamie was there too for the fun.
“Mine? Oh, well….I only came back a couple days before you,” Billie admitted as she passed her car on the way to the sidewalk. “I’ve just been making the rounds. Seeing what damage my absence has done. Trying to atone for it.”
“Wait let me lock the door and get my keys at least,” Rose slipped her hand out of Billie’s and ran back to lock the door and get her keys then she was back with Billie. The smile on her face was big as they two of them walked to the Ross’s house. “I didn’t know you just got back too. Oh wow, that must look shady to some people that we show back up at the same time. Has everyone been taking you in well though?” Rose was curious how everyone was reacting to her return.
As they walked down the sidewalk to their destination Rose had to carefully watch her steps. She was still clumsy and she still had that band-aid on her knee from her trip to the shop. “At least we are back at the same time,” she said as they reached their destination and slipped around the back to the gate they would sneak in.
(Source: coltongaynes)
“Snails don’t move,” Billie lied. “They sit where they are forever until a bird eats them.” Moving so she was leaning with her back against the couch and her legs pulled up to her chest, the Medium watched Rose as she spoke, the piece of brownie that she’d ripped off still between her fingers. She’d expected the explanation. She just didn’t expect it all to come out in one big confusing jumble.
Maybe it was the practice Billie’d had with a drunk Rose, or maybe she was just really good at understanding those jumbles, but Billie properly pulled it apart and took in each of the pieces. It made so much more sense now. “Rose,” Billie started softly with a shake of her head. “He never would have thought that of you. He wouldn’t have judged you based on your family. He knew you.”
Billie understood, though. She knew why Rose had kept it in and she didn’t fully blame her. She also wasn’t going to punish her more than she’d already been punished by going on and on about how it was such a huge mistake. “You’re back now and that’s all that matters. Now I meant it when I said no more talk of boys. Let’s just….get drunk, fat, and then pass out.”
When Billie said that Lucian wouldn’t have left her, she let the tears come, “I know he wouldn’t have. That’s why I feel so stupid now.” She shook her head and quickly wiped them away as Billie mentioned getting drunk, fat, and passing out. “No more boys tonight. I missed nights like this.” Rose shoved the piece of brownie that was in her hand in her mouth and let it silence her as she chewed. “These are so good,” she said with her mouth still full. Her cheeks looked stuffed like a hamster and she didn’t even care how it looked, it was too delicious.
She swallowed her brownie down and grabbed the bottle from Billie to wash it all down. Surprisingly, it tasted really good paired with the flavour of the rum. “We should go swimming. Actually no, swimming drunk no. But soon we need to go swimming.” For some reason she couldn’t get her mind off swimming now. The last time she went swimming around this area was with Lucian. “Fill me in on everything I’ve missed. I gave you my bit. Your turn,” she smiled big and turned to Billie, sitting cross legged on the floor.
(Source: tonguetied21)
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“Twice too many!” Billie insisted, gently grabbing Rose’s arm to wheel here back around and towards the nearest couch. Trying to get her to sit on it properly was another ordeal entirely, and the two ended up on the floor in front of it. “He doesn’t wish you were dead. It’s just….he’s had so much to deal with and a lot of it involves a lot of pain. So you have to move slowly.” She wasn’t going to take liberties in explaining the details. They weren’t hers to give. They were his, and as he’d promised to protect her secrets, she would protect his. “Your phone’ll be fine. Now what the hell are you drinking?” she demanded, looking around for the source of Rose’s state.
Her grin was the response to being missed and when Billie had properly navigated her way to the booze, she took the bottle and sat back down on the floor with Rose. “I missed you too. Take the plastic off those brownies.” There was no need for knives to cut them or glasses for the alcohol. Instead of cutting Rose off either, she just drank from it as well. There was no sense in delaying the inevitable. They could speak freely like this together. “So,” Billie started, pulling apart pieces of the brownies. “Why’d you come back?”
“I’ll move like a snail,” she told Billie as she ended up on the floor. She was about to point out where the rum was but Billie found it first. Rose took the plastic wrap off the brownies and dived in immediately. They were delicious.
Rose froze for a moment when Billie asked why she came back, “Well my Unc died and left me the place and my mom wasn’t sick anymore and all I could think about still was Lucian. LucianLucianLucian. I didn’t even know if he was in town anymore. I just knew I needed to come back. This place was more my home than with my parents. And I know before you say I thought your parents were dead, I made it like they were because they pretty much were to me. They are rich fucking snobs and it’s disgusting how they throw money around. And before you ask why I left Lucian, I left because my mom was sick and I had to rush down there to be with her, she’s still my mom. And if I told him that he would have followed me. He would have followed me and seen that I was born to monsters and he’d think I’m a monster and he’d leave me. So I left him before he could leave me. And I regret it and jesus christ. Why am I so fucking dumb?” Rose stopped talking as her eyes welled up with tears. She had just pretty much dumped everything on Billie right there. She felt better just getting it out to someone that wasn’t a piece of paper.
The crash of her phone being tossed across the room was telling enough. Billie didn’t even have to ask when the door finally opened and revealed the girl who’d been on the other side of it. “You’re not going to beee,” Billie sang out with a slight smirk. She didn’t wait for the official invite but moved past Rose with a purpose. It took less then five seconds to locate the phone and she plucked it up off the floor, waving it in the air. “Aha! Now, let’s see how many times you texted him after I told you to freeze this sonuvabitch.” With others, it would have been an invasion of privacy. With old girlfriends (and that’s meant in strictly girls who are friends sense,) it was a common act. “Bottle of bourbon? Oh, honey. Oh, sweetie. No.”
Taking the liberty to send Lucian one more text, Billie pushed the brownies and her keys into Rose’s arms and read aloud as she typed. “‘Busy tonight. Won’t….be….texting.’ There!” Hitting send, she turned on her heel and tossed the phone into the freezer. “No more Lucian tonight. No boys. Just you, me, and some Adele to cry to.” Making herself useful with the sound system, she put the vocalist on and finally turned back to Rose to get a good look at her. She’d changed. Was it a good thing? Billie would find out. “Now that wasn’t so horrible, was it?”
“I only texted him twice. Come on now!” Rose said as she held the brownies and Billie’s keys. “He is going to think I’m screwing someone I bet. Oh my god.” She still couldn’t help but laugh. “Wait that isn’t going to break my phone is it?!” Rose set the brownies on the coffee table and started towards the fridge. She was already too tossed and could barely even stagger in a straight line and Billie was bound to intercept her before she got there. “What if he texts me back something good though? I mean I doubt it I’m sure he’d rather I’m dead. But still.” Rose’s mind was running all over the place again and all that was filled in it was LucianLucianLucianLucian. She tried to shake the thoughts out and once Adele was turned on they were gone and she was smiling at Billie. “Fuck, I missed you.”
