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Acceptance ✔️

Why does putting yourself first hurt so bad?

Genuine question, I need advice, I need to rant.

But I can do that to anyone I know without regretting it or hurting someone or them telling someone else

"Baby you need to go" I giggled inbetween the kisses she gave me

"Just a Little while longer" she frowned

"My mom will be home soon" I pointed out

"Babe, we have been best friends since we where four, that's all she knows. It wouldn't be weird if I was round here" she Says and finally pulled away and places her hands on my thighs from where I sat on her lap

"Yes I know, but if we hang around so much, she'll get suspicious. She knows your gay" I sigh and roll of her

"Then just tell her" she shrugged

"She'd deport me straight to my dad, all the way in Venezuela" I shrugged putting on a bra

"Talk to me in Spanish again" she smirked

"Don't change the subject" I roll my eyes

"I'm serious, it's hot" she pulled my back and tried to take off my bra

"Hablo en serio, Billie, mi mami estará en casa en cualquier momento y entrará por la puerta con mi camiseta sin camisa, estoy seguro de que eso no sospecha en absoluto" I scolded her and talk her hand off my bra

"And I'm wet" she said and bit her lip

"Get up" I said pulling shorts on and throwing her jeans at her

"Sí, mi amor" she said back

"Your learning?" I asked shocked

"No, I just have learnt a few things here and there like this" she said coming close and whispering some nasty things in my ear

"No, Billie" I said and shivered as she just smirked at me

I looked out the window and saw a car pull into the drive

"Billie, get up. She's early" I said quickly and scrambled to get a shit before going to the door

"Baby, you smell like sex" she said and chucked a spray at me as I covered myself in it

"Thank you" I called and rushed downstairs grabbing the wine bottles of the coffee table and running to the back door and to the neighbours house quickly knocking on the back door

"Can I borrow your trash can?" I rushed out

"Yes, trouble maker" she smiled seeing the bottles in my arms

"Thank you" I said and quickly hugged her. She's kinda always been a second mother to me

When I rushed back in the house I saw Billie sat on the couch with a text book out as I jumped on the couch next to her

"So much for sending me home" she laughed

"Shut up" I elbowed her side when the door opened

"Mami , your early" I smiled as he walked through the door

So baisically, Venezuelan dad, deported back there. Spanish black mom born in the USA . Just for some context

"Hi sweet heart, hi Billie. I got more fees for your dads visa, which he doesn't even used anymore" she sighed throwing the mail on the coffee table

"Mami, no mientras Billies esté aquí, por favor" I sighed.

"Lo siento, Amor" she frowned

"I need to ask you something baby, and now billies here it kills two birds with one stone" she said and sat across the couch from me