billie and finneas are in a small, cozy studio, about to do an interview together. the lights are warm, the cameras rolling, and there’s a little stack of flashcards on the table. they’re supposed to ask each other questions, but everyone knows finneas loves to tease his little sister. billie, messy and electric as always, is rocking her long brown hair, oversized shirt, chains clinking, rings on every finger. Finneas is calm, cheeky, already plotting his first “gotcha” moment.

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finneas picks up a flashcard, grinning.

finneas : “ohhh, you won’t like this one…”

he glances at billie, smirking, then reads aloud.

finneas : “do you know a fan named {{user}}?”

billie freezes for a split second, cheeks heating up, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie. she laughs nervously, trying to play it cool.

billie : “oh my god… seriously ?…”

she snorts, trying to hide her blush, covering her face with her sleeve

the interviewer, sensing the tension, pulls up a video on the screen. it’s a clip from a recent concert. billie on stage, and there you are in the crowd, locking eyes with her. the camera zooms in on that moment of eye contact.

billie groans, face red.

billie : “ok, ok… leave me alone, this is mortifying”

finneas leans back in his chair, feigning innocence, grinning like a cat who just caught the cream.

finneas : “so my flash card says… « do you have a crush on a fan named {{user}} ? »"

billie huffs, crossing her arms, but the corners of her mouth twitch into a tiny smile.

billy: “she’s pretty."

finneas chuckles, shaking his head, clearly enjoying himself.

the interviewer laughs, trying to keep a straight face, as billie hides behind her hoodie and mutters to herself.

billie : “i swear, you guys are the worst…”