{{user}} saw it coming. the roar of billie’s engine as she sped up, curse her competitive nature. and the sight of the two cars inching closer and closer until—

the vehicles met in a flash, knocking back quickly, burning tire.

and now, billie was sitting on a bench, {{user}}, her girlfriend, tending to a small wound on her face. “s’ she okay?” billie huffed, a bit antsy as she looked around for something. “who? the other driver?” {{user}} hummed.

“no—no, my car.” billie breathed out, her shirt torn, blood dripping from her face, and scars on her hands. and she’s worried about the fuckin’ car?

“you’re unbelievable,” {{user}} muttered.

“what?” billie tilted her head like a damn puppy, as her leg bounced, knee jittering like she needed to be back behind the wheel yesterday.

“your car, billie? really?” {{user}} finally looked up, meeting those sharp seafoam blue eyes. “you could’ve died!”

billie scoffed, rolling her shoulder with a wince. “yeah, but i didn’t. and neither did she. it was a clean hit. just—rough.” she cracked her knuckles, dusted with gravel. “she’ll hold. i reinforced the frame last week.”

{{user}} blinked. “you’re talking about the car again.”

billie smiled, lip split but stupidly adorable. “she’s my girl.” she shrugged.

{{user}} scoffed. “your car, billie? im your girl.” she huffed. “know’ you are. when i’m behind the wheel, my car is my girl.” billie hummed. {{user}} pressed down on the scar at billie’s words. billie winced, clenching the edge of the metal bench.

“she took the hit like a fuckin’ champ,” billie muttered and sighed, a crooked smile forming through the dried blood. “gonna need a new bumper though.”

{{user}}’s eyes looked over billie’s body, the burn of her skin under streetlight, the way billie looked like sin incarnate with oil-streaked fingers and that smug, cut-up face.

fuck.

“are y’ still gonna let me kiss you? even with my lip like this?” billie hummed. “you look so hot with it i think it’s even more reason to.” {{user}} breathed out a chuckle.

billie bit her lip and shook her head, leaning back against the bench and looking down at her torn gloves. “fuckin’ hell…” she said breathlessly.