23 | we're okay

continued..

i locked myself in the bathroom of the guest room in case paige bussed down the door. i don't think she would but i know she's angry about me flushing her pills.

so i put some clothes on and called billie for help but she didn't answer. she probably thinks im calling her to apologize again and beg her to take me back or something.

so i sent her multiple texts saying that paige is angry and trying to kill me. it shows that she read the messages but she hasn't replied.

at one point, paige calmed down and said "im not worried, you have to come out at some point."

her calmness is just as bad.

but after about 7 minutes of being in the bathroom, afraid. my phone rings and it was billie.

"hello?" i answered in a shaky tone.

"where're you at?" billie asked me.

"the bathroom," i told her.

"come out," she said. "and grab what's important."

i got up and walked out of the bathroom to see billie outside the bedroom window.

my savior.

she was waving her hand for me to come hurry and open it. so i limped over and opened the window as quickly but quietly as i could.

all while doing this, paige was back to banging on the door.

i slid the window up and billie whispered "give me your crutches."

i quickly grabbed each crutch and passed it to her and she just let them fall to the ground. after that, i grabbed my handy dandy tote bag with my necessities and gave that to her as well. she then held her arms out for me to grab onto.

i grabbed her arms and came out of the window with the top of my body first. billie then reached in and placed her arm under my legs so she could carefully get me out without hurting my ankle.

she quickly ran me to her car while carrying me and placed me on the passenger seat.

she then went and grabbed the rest of my shit and brought it to the car before throwing it in her back seat.

as she closed the car door, paige suddenly came out the front door of the house. and she was absolutely gagged at the sight in front of her.

billie froze as her and paige made eye contact.

i rolled my window down, scared of what's next.

"just let me take her," billie said calmly to paige, clearly on edge.

"fuck that," paige said as she walked closer.

"you're not gonna get her paige," billie said as she stood in front of the passenger side door to guard me. "just let it go."

"girl fuck you," paige said. "i'll kill you too."

"yeah im sure you will," billie rolled her eyes. "just leave."

"lemme talk to moony-"

"no!" b exclaimed.

then paige just kept yelling and yelling and billie just stood there, still against my door.

"saylor," b said. "lock your door."

"okay," i breathed as i quickly did so.

billie then took off and hurried to the drivers side of the car, hopping in and slamming the door. paige then hurried after her.

"i will run you over!" billie yelled. "move!"

then she quickly put her car in reverse and we were gone.

"what are we gonna do?" i looked at b. "she's still at tatum's."

"she won't be once she sees the cops pull up," billie said, looking straight ahead. "she'll be out the back window quicker than you were."

-

the rest of the ride was silent. i knew billie was still upset, which is completely valid. she may have saved me but still, she literally just found out paige had been staying with me.

we arrived to billie's house and she helped me inside. i went and sat on her bed and she just sighed as she looked at me and then began to walk out.

"billie please," i begged. "it wasn't what you think."

"you were naked!" she exclaimed. "and she was in there with you," she said. "you think im dumb?"

"we didn't have sex! i fell!" i exclaimed. "she was just helping me!"

billie shook her head. "i just wish you would've done anything else besides let her back in saylor."

"i thought i had nothing else to lose," i shrugged.

"besides you life?!" she rose her eyebrows.

i just looked down, i knew she was right.

"this is so fucking stupid," she said under her breath.

i was offended at this point. "okay i get it you don't have to keep saying that."

"saylor what?" she tilted her head. "you literally just called me to come save you! like are you even listening to me? you'd probably be dead right about now!"

well.. she shut me down with that one.

"you're so afraid of her but quick to retaliate against me," she scoffed.

oh.. that glass.

i sighed. "billie im really sorry i- i don't know why-"

"of course you don't," b shook her head.

"i swear!" i said, now sad. "that wasn't me. i don't know what happened."

"you could've really hurt me!" she exclaimed in a really sad tone. "do you understand that?"

"yes," i began to tear up. "i didn't mean to- i didn't mean it. i don't know i-"

she began to walk out.

"no please," i quickly stood up to stop her but kinda whimpered as i hurt my ankle.

billie turned around and sighed, looking anywhere but at me.

"billie," tears streamed down my eyes. "can you look at me please?"

her head still slightly down, her eyes glanced up at me. they were filled with sadness.

"baby im sorry," i told her. "you didn't deserve that and i'll do whatever to make it up to you. you mean the world and the moon and the stars to me."

she just looked at me.

and i looked at her.

billie just nodded her head, turned around and walked out of the room.

-

it was now night time and billie came in the room to lay down and go to bed. we haven't really talked since earlier. she's been in her little studio room all day and i just let her have her space.

when she walked in the room, she looked at me and quickly looked away. she went into the bathroom and closed the door. i could hear her run the shower.

about 20 minutes later, she came out in a towel with her hair in a low bun. i looked at her for a second then quickly looked away.

i don't wanna make things awkward.

billie then came over to me, leaned down, grabbed my chin, and kissed my lips over and over and over again.

"fix your face," she told me.

she then walked over to her side of the bed and joined me under the covers. i laid completely flat and turned to face her. and she did the same thing, facing me.

"are we okay?" i asked in a saddest tone as i look in her eyes.

she nodded her head. "we're okay baby."

- billie's pov -

it's the next morning and i woke up in bed alone. but i immediately smelt food being made. saylor's early bird ass is always up and going.

i got dressed and ready for the day. then i walked in the kitchen to see her making us breakfast while balancing on her one good leg.

i rose my eyebrows. "just couldn't wait for me could you?" i chuckled.

she giggled. "i spent the last week sitting on my ass all day and night. i couldn't stand it."

"well at least be a little more careful," i walked over to her.

"says the girl who's broken her shit literally-"

"blah blah blah this isn't about meeee," i dragged.

"this shit isn't fun at all," saylor shook her head. "i don't know how you managed all those times."

"just call me the injury pro at this point," i shrugged with a grin.

"more like injury prone," she snickered.

i glanced at her before laughing.

"but hey i guess you know all about the recovery process so you can give me tips," she added.

"true," i nodded. "hey, speaking of which. what happened at the competition anyway? i know you fell but like you seemed so distracted."

she just looked down.

"oh," i realized. "it was cause of our fight?"

"um," she started. "no, it wasn't that."

i furrowed my eyebrows. "oh. then what was it?"

"paige," she sighed. "i saw paige."

"huh? she was there?"

"yup," saylor nodded. "she showed up and i spotted her. after that, i literally clocked out. and then i fell."

"so she's the reason your ankle is broken right now," i sighed as wiped my hand down my face in distress.

"funny right," saylor looked at me. "even from afar, she still manages to ruin shit for me."

i just looked away for a second in thought, feeling bad for my baby. "im sorry saylor," i told her.

she just shrugged. "it is what it is, im here now. at least you can give me those recovery tips for real."

"you're right," i told her. "but i'll have to do it when i get back."

"where're you going?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"tour rehearsals," i told her.

"oh fuck," she said. "i forgot that fast."

"yeahhhh this shit is right around the corner," i reminded her. "but the show set up is so perfect, im so excited."

"oh my god me toooo," she cheesed. "you're gonna look so good on stage."

i rose my eyebrows.

"oh," she paused. "i meant sound. you're gonna sound so good on stage."

"mhm sure," i chuckled as i began to walk towards the door.

then i paused.

i turned and looked back at saylor. "you wanna come with me?"

her face kinda lit up. "to the rehearsal? i can?"

"yeah," i smiled. "cmon. i don't want you here by yourself bored all day."

"okay," she smiled in excitement as she got up and quickly limped to my bedroom to get dressed.

"stop doing that!" i exclaimed as i quickly followed behind her with her crutches.

we got to the stadium and walked in. "can we get a wheelchair or something for my girlfriend?!" i yelled out.

i could see saylor glance at me with a blush as we walked through.

someone from my team then rolled a wheelchair over for her to sit in.

"oh thank you," she told the man as she sat down.

"okay," i started to her. "so right now you obviously have the view of the fans who're gonna be on the floor. so im gonna need you to tell me how shit looks from right here, and if there's something i should change."

"got it," she nodded.

"cool," i kissed my forehead.

i then went on and performed the show for her, of course stopping at certain points to correct the lighting and visuals.

saylor's eyes were locked on me the entire time though. and i would come to the edge of the stage at some points and lock eyes with her, making her blush... or bite her lip.

-

after hours of rehearsal was over, i went up to saylor and asked "so?" with my eyebrows raised, awaiting her approval.

"that was the sexiest thing i have ever seen," she told me with a smirk.