Lillian

"Huh?" Lillian looked up from her Calculus homework. That's odd, she didn't think her parents were expecting company today. They were out at the moment, and Gary was out with Bernie. Lil had taken advantage of the freedom to just lounge around in a t-shirt and a pair of boy-shorts while she comfortably finished up her homework. "Well, better see who it is."

She threw on a pair of sweatpants and made her way into the hall. "One second!" She called. Just in case she grabbed the bat that the family kept in case of intruders. She went over to the door and looked through the peephole.

Wow, cute guy, she mused. Real cute. Still, doesn't mean he might not be some kind of creeper.

"Can I help you?" Lillian asked, not opening the door yet and keeping the bat close by.

"Oh, hello," he said kind of sheepishly. "My name's Billy, I'm a friend of Hank and Virginia Menard. I would have called, but I lost their phone number."

Billy? It was a common enough name, but when it was the first name of Lil's all-time favorite singer, and the subject of at least 75% of her masturbation fantasies, it made her look at him more closely through the peephole. He does kind of look like him, she mused. No way, that'd be impossible.

She slowly and carefully inched the door open a bit. For someone who was such a colossal fan as Lil, his makeshift disguise was easily penetrated when she got a good look at him.

"No..no, no, no way," she said in disbelief. She took a moment to look away and look back at him. She calmed a little bit. "That's..that's good. You really look like Billy Royce. Bet you make a ton of money as an impersonator."

Billy himself was quiet for a moment when he saw the young woman. Wow, she's really pretty. "Um..no, actually..I am Billy Royce. "

Lillian blinked once, twice, three times. She got a good look at him now. The boyish face, the long black hair, the lean physique, the hints of tattoos that his short sleeve shirt exposed...

"Oh..my...God!" Lillian exclaimed and promptly ducked her back inside and closed the door.

"Oh dear," Billy said quietly, a little bummed that he may have just freaked out the pretty girl. Maybe this wasn't the Menard house.

Lil on the other side was breathing heavily. "Billy Royce..is at my house..holy fucking shit! Snap out of it, girl! Don't leave him out there!" She fired herself up, took another steadying breath, and opened the door fully this time. "Ahem," she began, composing herself and trying not to think about how shabby she looked in front of the rock star sex god of her dreams. "Sorry about that, it's just..wow.." She knew she was blushing fiercely.

"It's okay, take your time," he said gently, with a smile to match.

Oh God, that smile. Lil knew that smile well. From concerts, music videos, interviews, photo shoots, and magazines, that smile that charmed women and men alike.

"Thank you.." she cleared her throat. "Yes, you got the right place. I'm their daughter, Lillian, but everyone calls me Lil," she said, managing a smile that she hoped didn't make her look like a super creepy fangirl. "So..uh..how do you know my parents?"

"Ah..well," it was Billy's turn to redden a bit, but he kept his cool. "We met on the cruise ship they were vacationing on. I was performing there."

"Oh?"