chapter 11

                                    

                                          
Chapter Song: Pretty Girl - Clairo
polaroid of you dancin' in my room
i want to remember, 
i think it was about noon
it's getting harder to understand
how you felt in my hands 

"Billie, can you NOT eat like a pig in my ear?"
The smacking got louder as she leaned her face closer to mine, chewing even more rudely, her mouth fully open. 
"Bil, let her eat," Lucy laughed, flipping pancakes. 
The younger girl beside me cackled, and moved back over in her seat, shoveling more pancakes into her mouth. 
"Just showing my appreciation for the fine ass cook who made these delicious pancakes."
Lucy just rolled her eyes, and so did I. 
"What are you guys doing today?" Lucy asked, piling more pancakes onto the platter next to the stove. Billie and I sat at the island across from her, plates full of food. 
"Rehearsal shit," Billie shrugged. "And I have a meeting."
"Claire?"
I looked up from where I'd been pushing food around. It really was delicious; Lucy was an excellent cook. But I was tired and feeling shaken from what I'd witnessed the day before. My body buzzed with desire for them both, my brain full of all the things I wanted to do to them. 
Even when Billie was smacking her food the way she was directly beside my ear. 
"Um, rehearsal. Yeah."
Lucy sighed. "Guess I'll read again..."
She finished cooking and began piling her own plate with food. I watched her; it wasn't fair how pretty she was. It wasn't just that I wanted to fuck her, that she had so much sexual energy radiating off of her that I got wet when she walked in the room. It was made worse by her pretty features, her tiny hands, the delicateness of her frame. I stared, watching her slender neck as she bent over her plate, her long hair slung over her shoulder. 
Billie let out a quiet, breathy laugh beside me. I whipped my head to look at her. 
She smirked at me; I'd been caught looking. I glared at her and she laughed again, then slowly got up to get more pancakes, shaking her head. 
"Great pancakes, huh, Claire?" She said quietly as she added another to her plate from the pile. "Lucy really is the best, isn't she?" 
"Baby," Lucy said with a blush. "Stop..."
Billie just sat back down and kissed her lovers cheek. 
"Oh, hey, I found that video," Lucy said, still pink, holding up YouTube on her phone. "This is what I was talking about."
"What is it?" I asked, wanting desperately to have just one conversation where I wasn't the butt of the joke. 
Then Lucy tilted the phone so I could see, too, and I recognized Billie, wearing the craziest orange puffer jacket I'd ever seen. 
Lucy pressed play. It was a lyric association game. She'd been given the word "Polaroid," and started singing my song. 
Billie laughed out loud and sang over top of herself on the video, "Polaroid of you dancing in my rooooom."
I shook my head. "Why?"
Lucy giggled along with her girlfriend. "I knew I'd seen Billie talk about you in an interview and I couldn't remember which one. Finally remembered this morning."
I glowered at Billie. "Why was I a 'cute lil baby'? I'm older than you."
She grinned at me. "Because you're just a sweet lil baby, I dunno." She shrugged and flipped her hair back.