forty-five minutes later - july 25, 2020

"billie you can't just test out every brand of lubricant in the store." i say as i follow her through the adult toy store.

"watch me," she says lowly, turning her head just slightly to look at me. "i'm gonna find the perfect lube."

"literally just grab a bottle and let's go," i mutter as i grab her arm gently. "i don't want to be in here."

billie raises her eyebrows at my words and huffs, grabbing onto my hands firmly. "you choose one, and then we can go."

"i don't even know why you need it." i grumble, looking into her crystal blue eyes.

she moves closer to me, her hands moving from mine, down to my hips. "maybe you'll find out soon," she whispers lowly into my ear, her plump lips brushing against my earlobe. "you never know what could happen."

goosebumps ride on my arms at the warm breaths on my neck. my eyes flutter closed as my body melts into hers, my lip catching between my teeth.

"i think the smell of the plastic dildos is getting to your head," i breathe, my hands gripping into her hips tightly as i pry my tingling body away from hers. grabbing a random sixteen ounce bottle of self warming lubricant, i make my way to the counter, leaving billie standing in the empty aisle.

on the way to the counter, i discretely grab a small box containing a bullet vibrator shaped like a tube of lipstick.

(yes they do exist no i don't want to find the photo of it so just use your imagination)

i place both items in the counter and pay for them quickly, watching as the cashier shoves the bullet and lubricant into a reusable bag with a naked Betty Boop printed on it.

soon after i grab the bag off of the counter, i see billie walking up beside me.

"how much was it?" she asks me with a raised eyebrow, shoving her hands into her pockets as we walk out of the sex store.

"lube was only 7.99," i tell her with a shrug, holding the bad by my side. "tax and shit was high though.

"how much was that?" she mutters as we walk slowly to my car, our shoulders brushing as we sway with each step.

"almost six dollars," i lie easily, watching the busy street become nearly vacant. "a day in the life of los angeles, i guess."

"doesn't highland park only have, like, a 0.75% tax rate?" she mumbles under her breath. "it would only be, like, 8.50 with tax - how much did you spend over all?"

i raise my eyebrows at her sudden mathematics. wasn't this girl home schooled?

i hesitate for a moment as i chew on my bottom lip, staring at my shoes as we approach my chevy. "twelve something, i think — i didn't get a receipt."

"maybe we should go back," she says lowly, crossing her arms over her chest as i unlock the doors. "it sounds like she overcharged you for something."

"it's honestly no big deal," i say, opening the door to the blue car. "it's not like i need that extra four dollars anyway."

"i'm going back," she grumbles as she walks away from my car. "stay here."

i groan inwardly and get into the car, slouching in my seat. pulling my phone out of my jacket pocket, i quickly call the store clerk.

"condom sense of highland park, what can i do for you?"

"i was just in there with my girlfriend," i say softly, putting on my most fake customer service type voice. "i bought a bottle of lubricant and a bullet vibrator-"

"yes, ma'am, i remember you," the girl says, her voice lowering slightly as she talks to someone else. "i'll be with you in just one moment, miss - was there a problem with your purchase?"

"no ma'am," i say quickly, my heart rate increasing slightly as i continue to look at the store. "my girlfriend doesn't know i just bought the vibrator, she she just went back into the store to ask you about it — if there's any way possible you could make something up about the price being so high, that would be perfect."

"i can definitely do that," she says with a slight laugh, and i can hear billie in the background saying bro, i don't have all day.

"i appreciate that so much," i gush, relief washing over my nerves. "she has green hair — you'll know it when you see her."

"yes ma'am," the girl says in a chipper tone. "is there anything else i can help you with today?"

"no, that's it," i tell her with a soft sigh. "thank you again."

"no problem," she says softly. "enjoy your products and come back and see us soon."

"will do," i say shortly before pressing the red button on the screen.

whew.

i start the car and roll the windows down, connecting the bluetooth to my phone. i press shuffle on my random playlist and and hum along to the tune of the beginning piano.

"when i was older," turning the volume up, i sing softly and close my eyes as the soothing voice fills my ears. "i was a sailor on an open sea,"

when the monotonous chorus befins, the passenger door opens and billie sits down with a stupid grin covering her face.

"what's that smile for?" i ask with a raised eyebrow, a smile of my own crossing my lips.

"you stan me," she says with a soft giggle, pulling the door shut. "you're a billie stan!"

"stan?" i ask, my eyebrows furrowing over my shes. i don't understand the term — is it like.. stan, like the name? like a guy named stan? "what does that mean?"

"you don't know what stan means?" she asks with a laugh, pulling the seatbelt over her shoulder as i shift the car into reverse. "do you live under a rock?"

"i'm a doctor," i remind her,  backing out of the parking space. "i don't understand the kid's slang anymore."

"have you heard the song called stan?" she asks me, her eyes trained on me. "you know, the one by eminem."

"who hasn't?" i retort, flicking my turn signal on as i switch lanes.

"that's where the term stan comes from, i think," she says, pulling her hair out of the ponytail and shoving her hand through it. "it basically means obsessed fan."

i nod slightly, looking in the rear view mirror as i speed up. "i guess that makes sense, but i don't stan you."

"how often do you listen to my music?" billie asks me with a hum, pulling her hoodie sleeves over her hands.

"only when it comes on shuffle." i reply, glancing over at her as i stop at a stoplight.

"and how often do you think about me?" i can see her raise her eyebrows in the corner of my eye, and my cheeks warm.

"not often," i lie, taking my foot off of the brake as i turn right onto a main road. "really, only when you come into my ER with some kind of injury."

"that's a lie." she says lowly, placing her hand on my thigh.

i play it off as if it doesn't make me want to jump her then and there, accelerating a bit more. "and how would you know that?"

"because you crinkle you're nose when you lie." she murmurs. shifting in her seat to look at me better.

slowly, her hand loves up my thigh, her eyes gauging my reactions.

"do you want me to crash the car?" i ask as i look over at her, pressing on the brake lightly. "because i definitely will."

"i live for danger," she mutters with a slight smirk, unbuckling her seatbelt as i turn into an access road. "let's have some fun, gwen."

i press my foot against the gas pedal and hum lowly, feeling her lips press against my neck. "billie, you don't want to do this."

billie smirks against my skin, nipping lightly as the slight hollow of my collarbones as she speaks. "oh, but i do."

i haven't written smut since august so reading the next chapter over made me cringe but i'm gonna post it anyway

hopefully tomorrow.

love y'all x