A/N: I'm changing up how I did the texting from the last book, jsyk.
iMessages
Bils❤️
I'm at the house.
Bitch locked me in a room lmao
What?
Do I need to come break a door down?
Thanks for the offer but I'll be okay
I'm deadass
I know you are
Seriously I'm fine
I miss you
I miss you too baby
Can I call you?
I don't know
I'm not sure how this chick reacts to things. I'd rather wait it out.
Okay
You gonna be able to sleep?
No
Me neither
Why?
Because I need you beside me
Fuck it. I'm calling you.
Less than a second passed before I was calling Billie and she picked up before the first ring ended.
She answered, but she was silent.
"Billie?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah I'm here," she said in a whisper. "I'm sorry"
"No, you have nothing to be sorry for"
"Yes I do, I should have figured some shit out so you didn't have to be locked up tonight" she sighed.
"You make it sound like I'm in prison" I chuckled.
"Well you kinda are"
"Yeah, except I don't get fed here" I jocked.
"Baby" she mumbled with a sniffle.
"I'm sorry, bad joke I'm fine baby girl"
"Look I have a plan," she said.
"It better not be running away to some foreign country"
"No, it's not, although that would work" she chuckles lightly.
"What is your brilliant plan?"
"I can't tell you right now but I know it will work"
"Why can't you tell me?"
"Because I don't want it to get ruined before it happens"
"detective ass"
"ARE YOU TALKING TO SOMEONE?" I heard Olga shout from the hallway.
"Shit baby I gotta go I love you" I whispered quickly, hearing the jingling of the keys.
"I love you" I heard Billie whisper before I had to abruptly hang up.
"I'm just on the phone," I said to Olga, sitting up from the bed.
"I'm gonna need to take that" she held out a palm for me to put it into.
I quickly placed it in her hand.
Trust me, I would put up a fight but the last house I did that in...let's just say it didn't go well and there were bruises on my face for weeks.
"Now go to sleep and shut the fuck up" she huffed before slamming the door and locking it.
I walked over to my duffel bag and grabbed out my journal, reading back on the past. I didn't journal a lot except when things were either really really good or extremely bad.
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FanfictionSpencer is a seventeen year old girl who's been in the foster care system since she was young. She's used to being moved around from home to home but didn't expect to fall in love with her foster sister who just so happens to be Billie Eilish. How...
