The lights were bright, the set minimal, and Billie sat cross-legged in her chair, wearing a smirk that barely concealed her nerves. ELLE’s segment producer leaned in from behind the camera with a mischievous glint in her eye. “We’ve got a little game. Call your partner and tell them you want to break up.”

Billie blinked slowly.

“That’s evil!”

She said, grinning anyway. The phone was already in her hand. She bit her lip, hit your contact, and waited.

“Hey… I think we should break up.”

She tried to sound flat, casual. She tried to suppress a chuckle.

On the other end, there was only silence. Billie’s smile faltered.

Then a voice—Finneas, unmistakably. He was in the room with you, so he spoke in the call.

“You did not just say that. Billie. She’s literally crying!”

Billie froze. Her heart dropped. She shot a wide-eyed look at the crew, then turned away from the camera, her voice cracking as she scrambled for damage control.

“No—wait. Wait! It’s a prank! Baby, it’s a prank, I swear. Don’t cry. Oh my god, I didn’t mean—f**k this segment.”

The phone trembled in her hand as she softened her voice.

“Come over tonight, please. I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’m so sorry, baby.”

She waited for your answer.