More Than Just A Pretty Face, 6
Title:More Than Just A Pretty Face
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating:Probably only R, i'll warn if more.
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Treckett-sorta (William is a trans-woman), Peterick
Summary:(Transgender!au)Billie Beckett is a young waitress at a diner... with a big secret. When an interesting man comes in for breakfast on her shift, they both find themselves in a situation neither know how to handle. Will Billie's biggest secret (and a smaller one that isn't so secret) scare away love, or will she get exactly what she never dreamed she could ever have?
Disclaimer: ...i'm almost certain William Beckett is, indeed, a man. I dont KNOW, i've never SEEN whats in his pants, but i'd bet its a penis.
Author's Note: here we goes, have a surprising chapter (only not really)
“I’m really sorry about this,” Travis said, holding the door for Billie and Genevieve. “God, I’m taking a baby to a bar,” he said, cringing.
Billie smiled. “Travis, you basically saved her life, even if you didn’t know it. I’m not going to get pissed we had to take a side-trip when you were nice enough to drive us home,” she said.
Genevieve had been discharged with a doctor’s appointment scheduled to have allergy tests done to figure out what she was allergic too. Travis had been driving them home when Patrick called, reminding him he had to be in for closing. Billie had already called into work, so she told Travis it was fine if they walked, but he insisted she just wait for him to get done and take them home.
Travis put his hand on Billie’s back as she edged between two tables that were moved out of place, barely fitting with Genevieve on her hip. “Hey, where’s Patrick?” he called, startling Genevieve. “Oh, I’m sorry, sugar,” he said, putting a hand on her back comfortingly.
Those at the counter and stacking chairs all looked up. “Where did you disappear to?” Patrick asked, walking from around behind the counter.
Billie smiled. “Our fault,” she said, smiling as she set Genevieve on the counter.
Travis cringed. “Genevieve got real bad sick and Billie called me and while she was on the phone she decided to take the bus to the hospital with her, and that’s why I ran out like I did, I wasn’t going to let her take a sick baby on the bus,” he said.
“Hey, I’m not a baby!” Genevieve said, glaring at Travis.
Travis snickered. “Sick little girl?” he tried, and she nodded, smiling.
Billie cringed. “Then she had an asthma attack on the way to the hospital,” she said, then looked at Genevieve then at Patrick. “Bad things would have happened if Travis hadn’t come and got us,” she said, nodding at Genevieve pointedly. “I didn’t have her inhaler,” she said, brushing her fingers absently through the child’s blond curls.
Travis nodded. “I’m really sorry I kept you guys, but the doctor didn’t give her the go to be released until nearly seven and then Billie had to sign all the papers and shit,” he said. He looked at his watch and cringed. “Damn, you guys are really here late, thank you for not just leaving,” he said.
Patrick huffed, while Marcel and the new guy, Gerard, just shrugged. “Pete’s sleeping in your office,” Patrick said, and Travis sighed.
Billie smiled bashfully. “I’m really sorry, you guys,” she said, and they all just waved away her apology.
“I don’t know you, but your kid was sick,” Gerard said. “I freak out when my brother is sick and he’s not even a child!” he said. “Nobody can blame you for that,” he said.
Travis smiled. “Gerard, I like you. If you don’t suck, I may just keep you around forever,” he said, and Gerard rolled his eyes.
“Can you go look over my work so I can leave now?” he asked. “The sun is up, dude. The SUN!” he hissed.
“Are you a vampire?” Everybody looked at Genevieve, who was looking at Gerard with wide, curious eyes. “You look like a vampire. And Grandma says vampires don’t like the sun either,” she said.
Gerard smiled. “Nah, I ain’t, but that would be really awesome,” he said. Travis just shot him a look, because he sounded sort of serious.
Patrick looked between Billie and Travis. “Travis, let me come with you and Gerard. I’ve got something to ask,” he said, and they all disappeared.
Travis looked at Billie who just shooed him away. “We’ll be fine for while,” she said, and Travis smiled before heading to his office. “Won’t we baby?” she said, turning back to Genevieve.
“Mommy, I like him,” she said, and Billie smiled and hugged her.
“I like him too, baby,” she said, ruffling her curls. She started to stop Genevieve when she climbed down, but decided it was okay to let Genevieve go looking around. She could see her anywhere in the floor, but to the small girl, the tables and chairs were like a maze to be explored. Billie was a bit worried, since Genevieve had been tired in the car, but she figured it couldn’t hurt to let her play a little bit.
“When did you adopt her?”
Billie turned around, frowning at Marcel, who was still standing behind the counter. “What do you mean? I had her,” she said.
Marcel shot her a pointed look. “I can tell,” he said, and Billie paled. “You did not give birth to a child,” he said with a smile. “It’s okay, I know she’s your baby no matter how you got her,” he said. “And I won’t tell anybody,” he said in a softer voice.
Billie’s mouth hung open for a moment before she shook her head. “What do you mean you can tell?!” she hissed, looking around furtively.
Marcel smiled and bit his lip. “I thought about it once,” he said, and Billie blinked. Marcel rolled his eyes, then came walking around to sit beside Billie. It was only then that Billie noticed he was wearing a skirt and heels. “I do the full set sometimes. Skin pulling, gel cups, push-up bras, everything.” He sat down beside Billie. “I can tell even the best passers,” he said softly. “So don’t think it’s something anybody else can tell, your secret is safe.”
Billie just shook her head. “How? What gives me away?” she asked, not bothering to deny it.
Marcel crossed his legs. “Well, honestly it’s your hands and arms,” he said. “No matter what you do, you can’t make your elbows bend the same as a natural-female.” He held out his arms and showed them to Billie. “I have pretty feminine arms naturally. I could probably pass if I wanted, even without any hormones or surgery,” he said. “I really considered it when I was a teenager,” he said.
Billie looked at him. “What changed your mind?” she asked.
Marcel shrugged. “I’m not transgender. I mean… I love being a woman, its more natural feeling to dress and act like a girl… but I don’t identify as female. It’s weird, because I want to live like a woman, and it would be nice to have real breasts, not faked cleavage, but at the end of the day I know I’m a man and I’m not sure I could be a woman all the time.” He looked at Billie. “When did you decide?” he asked curiously.
Billie sighed. “Just before Genevieve was born, actually,” she said. Marcel raised an eyebrow. “It’s pretty fucked up, but she is mine,” she said. “I was seventeen and I was dating a girl and she got pregnant one of the few times I could stomach having sex with her. While she was pregnant, everybody kept talking about how I had to grow up and all because ‘you have to be a father’ and ‘you’re a family man now’ and it made me sick,” she shuddered. “I started taking hormones I bought online when I turned eighteen. Genevieve was born just before I turned eighteen, but I’d decided while I was being pressured about being a father that I was never going to be her father,” she said. “The hormones were a bad idea, I didn’t get them safely and I was fine, but I learned later how it was a good way to screw yourself up,” she said softly. “I contacted a therapist about having sexual reassignment surgery, and she told me I had to transition first. As soon as I graduated high school I started dressing as a woman and I told everybody that I was going to become a woman,” she said. She sighed. “Genevieve’s mother ran away and I had a baby and I was just starting a proper hormone regimen, and my parents disowned me. I hired a lawyer to keep Genevieve and have my records changed to who I am now and then ran away to New York, since my ex’s parents live here and they love me and Genevieve, even if they’ll probably never hear from their daughter again,” she said.
Marcel shook his head. “It’s so terrible what we have to suffer for being different. At least I have the option of giving it up, but you ARE a woman,” he said, and Billie smiled.
“Thank you so much for saying that,” she said. “Because I am. I always should have been. I don’t know why God made me suffer like this, but I am happier now than I ever have been,” she said. “I’m a mom,” she said, smiling widely. “Nothing could ever be too much to suffer in exchange for having my daughter,” she said, looking over at where Genevieve was running up and down the steps.
Marcel hugged Billie, who sighed and hugged him back. “You just remember that, Billie. You have a daughter and now you know you have someone you can talk to,” he said pointedly.
Billie sighed. “You’re the only person other than my daughter’s grandparents and my sister who knows,” she said.
Marcel smiled. “You should think about telling Travis,” he said, and Billie shuddered.
“God no. It’s so nice having him around,” she said with a sad smile.
Marcel shrugged. “He’ll be your friend still. He may not want you to date him anymore, but I doubt you want that anyways,” he said.
Billie bit her lip and crossed her arms. “Honestly, I’m not so sure,” she said. “He’s just… amazing,” she said softly, then shook her head. “But I’m pretty sure he’d figure something out if we did,” she said sadly.
Marcel just smiled. “Aww, you like him,” he teased, earning a laugh from Billie.
“Well, it’s pretty hard not to,” she said. “Even if he wasn’t gorgeous, he’s so kind and we can talk for hours without ever getting bored,” she said, smiling. “He’s everything you could want in a man and for some crazy reason he cares about me.” She just sighed. “It breaks my heart to know eventually I won’t be able to keep the truth from him,” she whispered, and Marcel just rubbed her back comfortingly.
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Genevieve had fallen asleep in the car, so Travis carried her upstairs. Billie offered, but Travis just took her with a pointed look. Billie was falling down tired, yawning and swaying as they went up the stairs. When Billie let them into the apartment, Travis followed her to Genevieve’s room.
“Here you go, sugar,” he said softly, laying her on her bed. Billie quickly pulled her shoes and jacket off gently, then covered her up. She kissed her face, then stood and smiled at Travis as they walked out.
“Thank you so much, again,” Billie said softly as they walked back down the hall. “I don’t know what I’d do without her,” she said, shaking her head. She yawned and walked into the kitchen with Travis following her. “God, I’m hungry,” she said, going to turn on the coffee maker and open the cabinet.
Travis smiled. “Want help?” he asked, walking over.
She hummed and nodded, ruffling her hair as she leaned against the counter. “You know, I’m the waitress, you should make breakfast for me,” she teased, and Travis smiled.
“I can, you know?” he said, leaning against the counter beside her. “I can totally scramble the hell out of some eggs,” he said, and she laughed.
“Sure, go at it,” she said, going to sit at the table and lay her head in her arms on the tabletop. “I’ll nap,” she mumbled, and Travis smiled. “Eggs are in the fridge,” she said, voice muffled by Travis’s jacket, which she was still wearing.
Travis went to the refrigerator and got out the eggs and some butter. “Where are pans?” he asked, and Billie just grumbled and flung an arm out, pointing to the other side of the sink. Travis quickly began to whip up some scrambled eggs for them. He saw a loaf of bread and the toaster, then went to make toast.
When he got to the food done, he smiled when he found Billie snoring softly. He put the plates on the table, then knelt down beside her. “Billie?” He shook her and she sat up, whining. “Eat something then you can go to bed,” he said, putting the plate in front of her.
She tossed her hair back and sat up, pouting down at the food. She grabbed a fork and started wordlessly stuffing her face. Travis chuckled. She looked up. “Wha?” she asked, mouth full of eggs.
Travis smiled. “Hungry?” he asked. Billie looked down, then flushed, sitting straight.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Starving,” she grunted, then ate another large bite. Travis just laughed and started eating his own eggs and his piece of toast.
Billie finished and pushed her plate away, laying back down on the table. Travis smiled and finished his own. When he finished he put the plates in the sink, then walked over to Billie. “Billie?” he asked then smiled. He shook her, kneeling down. She lifted her head and looked at him through sleepy eyes. “Come on, go brush your teeth and change for bed,” he said, pulling her to her feet. She whined and slumped against him, but stood straight.
“Fine,” she said, heading down the hall. He followed her and she turned to face him at the door to the bathroom. “Excuse me?” she snapped, raising an eyebrow.
Travis smiled. “I’m just making sure you make it to bed,” he said, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom. She rolled her eyes and shut the door.
A few minutes later, Billie came out and stared at Travis, who stood up. “What?! Going to tuck me in?” she asked, obviously cranky.
He snickered. “Just making sure you get IN bed,” he said.
She sighed. “You have to leave, I can’t get in bed until you’re gone,” she said.
Travis smiled. “I’ll let myself out,” he said and she rolled her eyes.
“Well if you’re going there too, carry me,” she said, suddenly draping herself over Travis’s shoulder. Travis rolled his eyes, but quickly knelt down and swept Billie’s feet out from under her.
She screamed quickly, only to claw at his neck. “I wasn’t SERIOUS!” she said, flushing. She held onto Travis tightly, giggling as he carried her down the hall. “Dude, I’m heavy,” she said, blushing.
Travis rolled his eyes. “Have you seen you? You’re a tree!” he said.
She scoffed. “I weigh almost one-forty,” she said pointedly.
Travis nodded. “You’re also six foot tall, woman,” he said, only for her to scream again as he dropped her onto her bed. She giggled shaking her head.
“I like being tall,” she said, sighing and stretching. “I used to hate myself but I really, really love the way I look now,” she laughed in her throat cutely. “I must sound so narcissistic but even if I’ll never be perfect and probably never feel completely right in my skin, I’m still prettier now than I’ve ever been,” she said.
Travis flopped down beside her and smiled. “I’d imagine you were a beautiful teenager too,” he said, and she groaned.
“I was so disgusting,” she said vehemently. “I burned all of the photographs of me as a child that my parents didn’t hide,” she said.
Travis pouted. “Aww, and I was hoping I’d get to compare you and Genevieve,” he said, smiling.
Billie just sighed and groaned. “I’m not moving, bye-bye,” she said, and Travis rolled his eyes.
“No way, woman. Get up and put on your pajamas then go to bed,” he said, but didn’t make a move.
“What, you’re gonna just lay here while I’m changing? Psh, oh yes,” she said, rolling her eyes at her own sarcasm. “Leave and I’ll change,” she said.
Travis lazily grabbed the pillow and put it over his head. “Here, I can’t see,” he said.
Billie grabbed it off of him and sat up. “I’m not changing with you in the room,” she said softly, and Travis sighed but sat up.
“You are so mean, making me get up just to let you change,” he teased, and she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, off MY bed. Besides, you have to leave,” she said, and he nodded.
Travis walked out and waited for her to come open the door again. When she opened up he smiled, looking down at her as he leaned against the door frame. “You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” he said, smiling down at her.
She rolled her eyes and walked back to her bed. She was still wearing Travis’s jacket but she now had on a pair of baggy pink and purple heart covered pajama pants. Travis smiled at her silver toenails. “Alright, I’m in bed,” she pulled the covers up and flopped down against her pillow, looking up at him from her halo of brown curls. “Leave now,” she said, blinking up at him through sleepy brown eyes.
Travis smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. “Need me to get anything on my way out?” he asked, smiling at the way her eyelids drooped.
Billie shook her head, smiling. “Thank you,” she said softly.
Travis raised an eyebrow, brushing his fingertips across her pale cheek. “For what?” he asked.
Billie smiled, catching him somewhat off guard. “For being wonderful,” she whispered tiredly.
Travis leaned down, watching as Billie’s eyes widened. He shifted however and pressed a kiss to Billie’s forehead, just between her eyebrows. “You look like Genevieve when you’re sleepy,” he said, then stroked his thumb across her cheek before standing and walked out. “Sleep, Billie,” he called, then shut the door behind him.
Billie stared at the ceiling, only to bite her lip and smile, curling on her side as she closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating:Probably only R, i'll warn if more.
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Treckett-sorta (William is a trans-woman), Peterick
Summary:(Transgender!au)Billie Beckett is a young waitress at a diner... with a big secret. When an interesting man comes in for breakfast on her shift, they both find themselves in a situation neither know how to handle. Will Billie's biggest secret (and a smaller one that isn't so secret) scare away love, or will she get exactly what she never dreamed she could ever have?
Disclaimer: ...i'm almost certain William Beckett is, indeed, a man. I dont KNOW, i've never SEEN whats in his pants, but i'd bet its a penis.
Author's Note: here we goes, have a surprising chapter (only not really)
“I’m really sorry about this,” Travis said, holding the door for Billie and Genevieve. “God, I’m taking a baby to a bar,” he said, cringing.
Billie smiled. “Travis, you basically saved her life, even if you didn’t know it. I’m not going to get pissed we had to take a side-trip when you were nice enough to drive us home,” she said.
Genevieve had been discharged with a doctor’s appointment scheduled to have allergy tests done to figure out what she was allergic too. Travis had been driving them home when Patrick called, reminding him he had to be in for closing. Billie had already called into work, so she told Travis it was fine if they walked, but he insisted she just wait for him to get done and take them home.
Travis put his hand on Billie’s back as she edged between two tables that were moved out of place, barely fitting with Genevieve on her hip. “Hey, where’s Patrick?” he called, startling Genevieve. “Oh, I’m sorry, sugar,” he said, putting a hand on her back comfortingly.
Those at the counter and stacking chairs all looked up. “Where did you disappear to?” Patrick asked, walking from around behind the counter.
Billie smiled. “Our fault,” she said, smiling as she set Genevieve on the counter.
Travis cringed. “Genevieve got real bad sick and Billie called me and while she was on the phone she decided to take the bus to the hospital with her, and that’s why I ran out like I did, I wasn’t going to let her take a sick baby on the bus,” he said.
“Hey, I’m not a baby!” Genevieve said, glaring at Travis.
Travis snickered. “Sick little girl?” he tried, and she nodded, smiling.
Billie cringed. “Then she had an asthma attack on the way to the hospital,” she said, then looked at Genevieve then at Patrick. “Bad things would have happened if Travis hadn’t come and got us,” she said, nodding at Genevieve pointedly. “I didn’t have her inhaler,” she said, brushing her fingers absently through the child’s blond curls.
Travis nodded. “I’m really sorry I kept you guys, but the doctor didn’t give her the go to be released until nearly seven and then Billie had to sign all the papers and shit,” he said. He looked at his watch and cringed. “Damn, you guys are really here late, thank you for not just leaving,” he said.
Patrick huffed, while Marcel and the new guy, Gerard, just shrugged. “Pete’s sleeping in your office,” Patrick said, and Travis sighed.
Billie smiled bashfully. “I’m really sorry, you guys,” she said, and they all just waved away her apology.
“I don’t know you, but your kid was sick,” Gerard said. “I freak out when my brother is sick and he’s not even a child!” he said. “Nobody can blame you for that,” he said.
Travis smiled. “Gerard, I like you. If you don’t suck, I may just keep you around forever,” he said, and Gerard rolled his eyes.
“Can you go look over my work so I can leave now?” he asked. “The sun is up, dude. The SUN!” he hissed.
“Are you a vampire?” Everybody looked at Genevieve, who was looking at Gerard with wide, curious eyes. “You look like a vampire. And Grandma says vampires don’t like the sun either,” she said.
Gerard smiled. “Nah, I ain’t, but that would be really awesome,” he said. Travis just shot him a look, because he sounded sort of serious.
Patrick looked between Billie and Travis. “Travis, let me come with you and Gerard. I’ve got something to ask,” he said, and they all disappeared.
Travis looked at Billie who just shooed him away. “We’ll be fine for while,” she said, and Travis smiled before heading to his office. “Won’t we baby?” she said, turning back to Genevieve.
“Mommy, I like him,” she said, and Billie smiled and hugged her.
“I like him too, baby,” she said, ruffling her curls. She started to stop Genevieve when she climbed down, but decided it was okay to let Genevieve go looking around. She could see her anywhere in the floor, but to the small girl, the tables and chairs were like a maze to be explored. Billie was a bit worried, since Genevieve had been tired in the car, but she figured it couldn’t hurt to let her play a little bit.
“When did you adopt her?”
Billie turned around, frowning at Marcel, who was still standing behind the counter. “What do you mean? I had her,” she said.
Marcel shot her a pointed look. “I can tell,” he said, and Billie paled. “You did not give birth to a child,” he said with a smile. “It’s okay, I know she’s your baby no matter how you got her,” he said. “And I won’t tell anybody,” he said in a softer voice.
Billie’s mouth hung open for a moment before she shook her head. “What do you mean you can tell?!” she hissed, looking around furtively.
Marcel smiled and bit his lip. “I thought about it once,” he said, and Billie blinked. Marcel rolled his eyes, then came walking around to sit beside Billie. It was only then that Billie noticed he was wearing a skirt and heels. “I do the full set sometimes. Skin pulling, gel cups, push-up bras, everything.” He sat down beside Billie. “I can tell even the best passers,” he said softly. “So don’t think it’s something anybody else can tell, your secret is safe.”
Billie just shook her head. “How? What gives me away?” she asked, not bothering to deny it.
Marcel crossed his legs. “Well, honestly it’s your hands and arms,” he said. “No matter what you do, you can’t make your elbows bend the same as a natural-female.” He held out his arms and showed them to Billie. “I have pretty feminine arms naturally. I could probably pass if I wanted, even without any hormones or surgery,” he said. “I really considered it when I was a teenager,” he said.
Billie looked at him. “What changed your mind?” she asked.
Marcel shrugged. “I’m not transgender. I mean… I love being a woman, its more natural feeling to dress and act like a girl… but I don’t identify as female. It’s weird, because I want to live like a woman, and it would be nice to have real breasts, not faked cleavage, but at the end of the day I know I’m a man and I’m not sure I could be a woman all the time.” He looked at Billie. “When did you decide?” he asked curiously.
Billie sighed. “Just before Genevieve was born, actually,” she said. Marcel raised an eyebrow. “It’s pretty fucked up, but she is mine,” she said. “I was seventeen and I was dating a girl and she got pregnant one of the few times I could stomach having sex with her. While she was pregnant, everybody kept talking about how I had to grow up and all because ‘you have to be a father’ and ‘you’re a family man now’ and it made me sick,” she shuddered. “I started taking hormones I bought online when I turned eighteen. Genevieve was born just before I turned eighteen, but I’d decided while I was being pressured about being a father that I was never going to be her father,” she said. “The hormones were a bad idea, I didn’t get them safely and I was fine, but I learned later how it was a good way to screw yourself up,” she said softly. “I contacted a therapist about having sexual reassignment surgery, and she told me I had to transition first. As soon as I graduated high school I started dressing as a woman and I told everybody that I was going to become a woman,” she said. She sighed. “Genevieve’s mother ran away and I had a baby and I was just starting a proper hormone regimen, and my parents disowned me. I hired a lawyer to keep Genevieve and have my records changed to who I am now and then ran away to New York, since my ex’s parents live here and they love me and Genevieve, even if they’ll probably never hear from their daughter again,” she said.
Marcel shook his head. “It’s so terrible what we have to suffer for being different. At least I have the option of giving it up, but you ARE a woman,” he said, and Billie smiled.
“Thank you so much for saying that,” she said. “Because I am. I always should have been. I don’t know why God made me suffer like this, but I am happier now than I ever have been,” she said. “I’m a mom,” she said, smiling widely. “Nothing could ever be too much to suffer in exchange for having my daughter,” she said, looking over at where Genevieve was running up and down the steps.
Marcel hugged Billie, who sighed and hugged him back. “You just remember that, Billie. You have a daughter and now you know you have someone you can talk to,” he said pointedly.
Billie sighed. “You’re the only person other than my daughter’s grandparents and my sister who knows,” she said.
Marcel smiled. “You should think about telling Travis,” he said, and Billie shuddered.
“God no. It’s so nice having him around,” she said with a sad smile.
Marcel shrugged. “He’ll be your friend still. He may not want you to date him anymore, but I doubt you want that anyways,” he said.
Billie bit her lip and crossed her arms. “Honestly, I’m not so sure,” she said. “He’s just… amazing,” she said softly, then shook her head. “But I’m pretty sure he’d figure something out if we did,” she said sadly.
Marcel just smiled. “Aww, you like him,” he teased, earning a laugh from Billie.
“Well, it’s pretty hard not to,” she said. “Even if he wasn’t gorgeous, he’s so kind and we can talk for hours without ever getting bored,” she said, smiling. “He’s everything you could want in a man and for some crazy reason he cares about me.” She just sighed. “It breaks my heart to know eventually I won’t be able to keep the truth from him,” she whispered, and Marcel just rubbed her back comfortingly.
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Genevieve had fallen asleep in the car, so Travis carried her upstairs. Billie offered, but Travis just took her with a pointed look. Billie was falling down tired, yawning and swaying as they went up the stairs. When Billie let them into the apartment, Travis followed her to Genevieve’s room.
“Here you go, sugar,” he said softly, laying her on her bed. Billie quickly pulled her shoes and jacket off gently, then covered her up. She kissed her face, then stood and smiled at Travis as they walked out.
“Thank you so much, again,” Billie said softly as they walked back down the hall. “I don’t know what I’d do without her,” she said, shaking her head. She yawned and walked into the kitchen with Travis following her. “God, I’m hungry,” she said, going to turn on the coffee maker and open the cabinet.
Travis smiled. “Want help?” he asked, walking over.
She hummed and nodded, ruffling her hair as she leaned against the counter. “You know, I’m the waitress, you should make breakfast for me,” she teased, and Travis smiled.
“I can, you know?” he said, leaning against the counter beside her. “I can totally scramble the hell out of some eggs,” he said, and she laughed.
“Sure, go at it,” she said, going to sit at the table and lay her head in her arms on the tabletop. “I’ll nap,” she mumbled, and Travis smiled. “Eggs are in the fridge,” she said, voice muffled by Travis’s jacket, which she was still wearing.
Travis went to the refrigerator and got out the eggs and some butter. “Where are pans?” he asked, and Billie just grumbled and flung an arm out, pointing to the other side of the sink. Travis quickly began to whip up some scrambled eggs for them. He saw a loaf of bread and the toaster, then went to make toast.
When he got to the food done, he smiled when he found Billie snoring softly. He put the plates on the table, then knelt down beside her. “Billie?” He shook her and she sat up, whining. “Eat something then you can go to bed,” he said, putting the plate in front of her.
She tossed her hair back and sat up, pouting down at the food. She grabbed a fork and started wordlessly stuffing her face. Travis chuckled. She looked up. “Wha?” she asked, mouth full of eggs.
Travis smiled. “Hungry?” he asked. Billie looked down, then flushed, sitting straight.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Starving,” she grunted, then ate another large bite. Travis just laughed and started eating his own eggs and his piece of toast.
Billie finished and pushed her plate away, laying back down on the table. Travis smiled and finished his own. When he finished he put the plates in the sink, then walked over to Billie. “Billie?” he asked then smiled. He shook her, kneeling down. She lifted her head and looked at him through sleepy eyes. “Come on, go brush your teeth and change for bed,” he said, pulling her to her feet. She whined and slumped against him, but stood straight.
“Fine,” she said, heading down the hall. He followed her and she turned to face him at the door to the bathroom. “Excuse me?” she snapped, raising an eyebrow.
Travis smiled. “I’m just making sure you make it to bed,” he said, leaning against the wall outside the bathroom. She rolled her eyes and shut the door.
A few minutes later, Billie came out and stared at Travis, who stood up. “What?! Going to tuck me in?” she asked, obviously cranky.
He snickered. “Just making sure you get IN bed,” he said.
She sighed. “You have to leave, I can’t get in bed until you’re gone,” she said.
Travis smiled. “I’ll let myself out,” he said and she rolled her eyes.
“Well if you’re going there too, carry me,” she said, suddenly draping herself over Travis’s shoulder. Travis rolled his eyes, but quickly knelt down and swept Billie’s feet out from under her.
She screamed quickly, only to claw at his neck. “I wasn’t SERIOUS!” she said, flushing. She held onto Travis tightly, giggling as he carried her down the hall. “Dude, I’m heavy,” she said, blushing.
Travis rolled his eyes. “Have you seen you? You’re a tree!” he said.
She scoffed. “I weigh almost one-forty,” she said pointedly.
Travis nodded. “You’re also six foot tall, woman,” he said, only for her to scream again as he dropped her onto her bed. She giggled shaking her head.
“I like being tall,” she said, sighing and stretching. “I used to hate myself but I really, really love the way I look now,” she laughed in her throat cutely. “I must sound so narcissistic but even if I’ll never be perfect and probably never feel completely right in my skin, I’m still prettier now than I’ve ever been,” she said.
Travis flopped down beside her and smiled. “I’d imagine you were a beautiful teenager too,” he said, and she groaned.
“I was so disgusting,” she said vehemently. “I burned all of the photographs of me as a child that my parents didn’t hide,” she said.
Travis pouted. “Aww, and I was hoping I’d get to compare you and Genevieve,” he said, smiling.
Billie just sighed and groaned. “I’m not moving, bye-bye,” she said, and Travis rolled his eyes.
“No way, woman. Get up and put on your pajamas then go to bed,” he said, but didn’t make a move.
“What, you’re gonna just lay here while I’m changing? Psh, oh yes,” she said, rolling her eyes at her own sarcasm. “Leave and I’ll change,” she said.
Travis lazily grabbed the pillow and put it over his head. “Here, I can’t see,” he said.
Billie grabbed it off of him and sat up. “I’m not changing with you in the room,” she said softly, and Travis sighed but sat up.
“You are so mean, making me get up just to let you change,” he teased, and she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, off MY bed. Besides, you have to leave,” she said, and he nodded.
Travis walked out and waited for her to come open the door again. When she opened up he smiled, looking down at her as he leaned against the door frame. “You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” he said, smiling down at her.
She rolled her eyes and walked back to her bed. She was still wearing Travis’s jacket but she now had on a pair of baggy pink and purple heart covered pajama pants. Travis smiled at her silver toenails. “Alright, I’m in bed,” she pulled the covers up and flopped down against her pillow, looking up at him from her halo of brown curls. “Leave now,” she said, blinking up at him through sleepy brown eyes.
Travis smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. “Need me to get anything on my way out?” he asked, smiling at the way her eyelids drooped.
Billie shook her head, smiling. “Thank you,” she said softly.
Travis raised an eyebrow, brushing his fingertips across her pale cheek. “For what?” he asked.
Billie smiled, catching him somewhat off guard. “For being wonderful,” she whispered tiredly.
Travis leaned down, watching as Billie’s eyes widened. He shifted however and pressed a kiss to Billie’s forehead, just between her eyebrows. “You look like Genevieve when you’re sleepy,” he said, then stroked his thumb across her cheek before standing and walked out. “Sleep, Billie,” he called, then shut the door behind him.
Billie stared at the ceiling, only to bite her lip and smile, curling on her side as she closed her eyes and went to sleep.