Bonjour😌
Sorry for mistakes ion wanna check it rn
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*Zaidee's POV*
We walked into the building where the interview is going to happen. Billie and I held hands as we walked between her family just in case someone wanted to take a picture.
Billie got a run down about the interview and it was almost time to start filming. Maggie, Fin, and I stood behind the camera...and now we're rolling.
They do the intro and then go to the questions. "How exactly did you break your hand?" Sasha, the interviewer, asked Billie with a light chuckle.
"Well, I like to jump a lot on stage...so I was doing that and I twisted my ankle and fell on my hand." She explained. "No dude- the worst part is that I heard the crack." She widened her eyes.
"But I kept going with the show like nothing happened. Got rushed to the hospital right after." She motioned and finished her story with a sad sigh. "At least it was your left hand." Sasha joked. "At least." Billie shrugged.
The interview was going well until Sasha decided to ask an inappropriate question about her relationship. I noticed Billie get uncomfortable and shift in her chair. "Uhm no, but if I do that's my business and I will keep it that way until I please." Billie answered trying to compose herself.
Confrontation makes her slip. Thanks Sasha. I paid even more close attention to Billie's body language. She suppressed her tics well enough so to everybody who isn't with her 24/7 won't notice.
The interview ended shortly and Billie rushed outside, not waiting for anybody. Not even me. I tried to call her name but she never answered or even glanced at me.
The car ride was quiet and lonely for me. Billie decided to sit in the back of the suv. I decided to not push her and give her space. We arrived at the bus and Billie locked herself in the back room, not a word spoken.
After some thinking maybe she's just hungry. I went to the little kitchen and made her 2 burritos, cutting them each into 2 and plating them.
I went to the back and knocked on the door. "Baby it's me can you open the door please." I leaned against the wall waiting for a response. "Go 'way." I heard her little voice.
"Aww, princess you slipped. Can you let mommy inside so she can help you?" I asked softly. "No no see me." She sobbed.
"Mi amor please, I wanna see your adorable little face. Let me help you baby." I pleaded before grabbing the kleenex from her bunk and putting them in my pocket.
She slowly opened the door and let me in. Her face was soaked with tears and snot. "Your face is all snotty." I chuckled. She cried harder and rubbed her face causing more snot and tears to go everywhere. "Alright, stop doing that." I set the plate down and grabbed her hands.
I shut the door and sat us on the bed. "Can you let me clean your face?" She didn't answer me so I tried to anyway. Every time I tried to wipe her cheek she whined and pushed my hand away.
"Princess..." I sighed, frustrated. "You can continue to be yucky." I put the tissues away. "No mommyyyy." She sobbed harder, kicking and fussing. I took a deep breath before speaking again. "What do you need baby?" I rubbed her tears away.
"I wan' cuddles." She cried out. "I can give you that pero you have to cooperate with me amor." I took the tissues back out. "I sow'y." She hiccuped, climbing onto my lap slowly.
"Aww there's my precious little baby." I poked her stomach making her giggle. "Alright, mommy made you some burritos, you want them." "Yes p'ease." She extended her hands towards the plate eagerly.
