2 | some company

- billie's pov -

saylor?? that's so beautiful.

i kinda felt bad after hearing about her and her ex. but i'm glad she has someone like tatum to let her in like that.

and yes i was staring at her ass but she was literally in underwear!!! don't judge me. she also has this big beautiful ass tiger surrounded by flowers tattooed on her thigh.

but anyway, I'm stopping to get myself some breakfast. and i think i'm going to get her some too.

i think it'd be very nice considering what she's been through last night. and i mean, she was pretty hungry. i honestly still feel bad for her. i'll literally just drop it off to her and go.

i have no idea what she likes though.

-

i drove out to panera and got the goods. i just ordered her the same thing i usually get for myself. hopefully she's not picky.

it took me a minute to get back to tatum's due to cali's traffic but i made it eventually.

hopefully saylor didn't already leave to find food.

once i made it back to the house, i saw the nissan which i assume to be hers still out there, letting me know she's still here. i entered the code into the keypad on the door to get in. i walked in and set the panera on the kitchen island.

i walked towards the guest bedroom to get saylor because the door was closed. as i was about to knock on it, i heard something coming from inside.

i put my ear closer to the door to hear.. and it was moans.

soft, quiet moans..

my eyes got wide as i was in shock. even more shock because there was no car in the driveway besides hers.

which means..

oh wow.

part of me said walk away and leave but the other part said stay and listen.

guess which part i listened to.

in the most non-weird way, i stood by the door and listened to her moan. i'm sorry, she just sounded really good. i couldn't even see her, yet i was so intrigued.

i stood against the wall next to the door, biting my lip as i listened. and i was doing that until my phone started ringing loud as fuck in my pocket, causing me to panic and pull it out so fast that i dropped it. which sent me into more panic.

i quickly picked it up and sped away from the door but not fast enough because the bedroom door soon opened with saylor peeking her head out.

"billie?!" she furrowed her eyebrows as she saw me. she then came out the room with a bath robe on. "what are you doing?!"

"i- i was just um-"

but it was so hard for me to talk with her staring at me like i was crazy.

"i- i um b- brought you food," i managed to get out. "that's why i came back."

"but you were standing by the door?" she pointed.

"look not like that," i quickly said. "i just heard something coming from in there and i wanted to-"

"wanted tooooo?" she furrowed her eyebrows as she waited for my bullshit response.

"i know you were right by the door billie, i heard how close the phone was when it went off," she said. "god, that's so embarrassing. how long were you standing right there?"

i couldn't say anything though. all i could do was twiddle my fingers as i was trying not to shit myself.

she rose her eyebrows and bucked her eyes.

"i'm sorry," i shook my head. "i'll just go," i said as i quickly walked off.

"wait!" saylor exclaimed.

i turned around and she rolled her eyes with a sigh. "i'm not saying i'm mad at the shit, i just want you to tell me why you stood there and listened."

"i- i can't," i shook my head.

"why?" she tilted her head. "cause you liked it?"

my mouth slightly dropped as i was shocked.

"you don't have to answer that," she shook her head as she walked towards the island where the panera was. "so this.. is for me? why? tatum told you to get me food?"

"um no no it just wouldn't have felt right if i got myself something to eat and didn't get you any," i said, still trying to shake off my nerves. "but i don't know what you like so i just got you the same thing i get."

"aw that's really sweet of you," she smiled as she looked in the bag.

i just chuckled nervously as i was still trying to shake off what just happened.

"well uh how much do i owe you-"

"oh no no no," i shook my head. "don't."

"cmon i can't just accep-"

"yes you can," i cut her off. "now eat."

i started to walk out when saylor said "so wait, where's your food?"

i turned around to face her. "oh uh it's in my car. i just left it in there cause my initial plan was to just come drop this off and leave."

"oh," she said. "okay then."

"what's wrong?" i furrowed my eyebrows.

she just caught you listening to her masturbate, dumbass.

"nothing," she quickly shook her head. "thank you so much, again."

"y- you sure everything is okay?" i asked. "i really am sorry."

"it's fine," she shook her head. "i swear."

"okay," i grinned, looking down.

"um so are you doing anything today? i mean, i could use some company," she asked shyly.

i rose my eyebrows, not expecting to hear that. "oh um yeah no im not doing anything," i replied. "let me just go get my food out of the car."

i went and got my panera out my car and walked back into the house. saylor was back in her room, so i just went ahead and made myself comfy on the couch, pulling my meal out of the bag.

saylor then walked out of the room, no longer in the bathrobe. she had changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"thanks again for the breakfast," she grinned as she sat next to me. "seriously."

"no problem," i smiled. "and sorry for invading your privacy like that."

she just shook her head. "it's all good. at least now i know that you know the code to the house so i'll be more careful," she chuckled before starting to eat.

i chuckled too. but as she took a bite of her food, i glanced at her arms. there was a dark bruise on one of her forearms.

hmm..

i was so caught off guard, i quickly cleared my throat and started a conversation.

"so," i paused, not knowing what im about to say. "how long did you plan on staying here?"

"oh i don't know," saylor shook her head. "i guess until i have the courage to go get the rest of my stuff from the apartment."

"right," i looked down, taking a bite of my food.

"don't do that," she squinted at me.

"what?"

"that sympathy look," she answered. "im fine, breakups happen."

right, just breakups.

"yeah," i started. "i guess i just hate that you have to be so far from your home right now."

"honestly that's not a bad thing because im gonna go volunteer at the ice rink tomorrow to teach," she shrugged. "so it's good that im already in LA."

"ice rink? what, you play hockey or some shit?" i furrowed my eyebrows.

"no," she laughed. "im a professional figure skater."

"oh people still do that as an actual sport?" i rose my eyebrows.

she cackled. "yes miss eilish, they do. and i am they."

"oh that's so cool," i said. "so you currently do that in palm springs?"

"yeah i compete," she nodded. "but im looking to join a new team out here."

"d- do you plan on moving out here?" i rose my eyebrows.

"yeah," i nodded. "it's time i leave palm springs."

"oh okay, well are there try-outs going on?" i asked.

"not exactly," she shook her head in disappointment. "which is why i probably won't have much luck. i was thinking about reaching out to teams and begging," she joked.

"oh god," i laughed. "no, don't beg."

"you don't understand," saylor laughed. "figure skating means everything to me. i've been doing it since i was a child. and as i got older, whenever i would go through troubles with paige, i'd go to a rink to skate. it really helps me clear my mind."

i poked my lip out as i saw how passionate she was about this. it was so sweet, yet so sad to hear.

"any team out here would be lucky to have you," i grinned. "i hope it all works out for you."

"thanks," she smiled as she continued to eat. "it shouldn't be too hard. im already friends with some girls who figure skate out here so."

"oh really?" i looked at her.

"yeah. besides always competing here, i also just visit all the time," i shrugged. "i love los angeles. it's like another home to me."

"i love that for you," i nodded with a genuine grin. "that's so good."

-

after awhile of talking to saylor, i went to finneas' house so we could try and write some songs and record.

we sat there in his studio, uninspired as ever. we had literally been there for hours at this point so i just laid out on his couch, scrolling through instagram.

then i decided to look up saylor to see if i could find her instagram profile. and sure enough, i did. i clicked on her profile icon to watch her story and saw a flyer.

im assuming this is the thing she was talking about volunteering at tomorrow.

"fin, you know anything about ice skating lessons around here?" i looked at him.

"um yeah if you're talking about the ones that they have at that same rink we were at for your 17th birthday," he said, still looking at his keyboard.

"ohhhhh," i expressed. "i remember that place."

"why do you ask?" he looked back at me. "you wanna go take a lesson?"

"something like that," i mumbled.