you and billie had always been inseparable. two pieces of the same chaotic puzzle that somehow fit.

when you met, billie was impossible to miss: her sharp tongue, wild blue-teal hair that caught the light like waves crashing, and an attitude that meant she said exactly what was on her mind, no filter, no apologies.

she wasn’t the type to blend in or follow the rules, but somehow with you, she softened just a little — a crack in the armor.

you found comfort in her unfiltered honesty and the way she made the world feel a little less intimidating.

you could be yourself around her, no masks, no pretending.

your friendship was easy, effortless, and at the same time, something complicated — maybe even beautifully — simmered beneath the surface.

billie had always been sure about certain things, like how she loved women but convinced herself she was straight.

she’d often joke about wishing she could be one of those “hot men” that women admired instead of always the one craving their gaze.

boobs, she’d say with a wink, were her obsession— something she admired and teased you about, keeping the mood light even when she was feeling anything but.

but then, you happened.

slowly, the walls she built around herself started to tremble. her feelings for you were no longer just friendly — a realization that thrilled and terrified her in equal measure.

she caught herself watching the way your laugh bounced in the air or the way your eyes met hers just a moment too long.

it was confusing and exciting, like standing on the edge of something unknown.

one chilly night, not long after new year’s, the two of you sat on the rooftop of her apartment building, bundled in thick sweaters without care for how you looked.

the city’s glow stretched around you, a sea of flickering lights and distant sounds.

billie’s fingers absentmindedly played with a loose thread on her sleeve — a rare sign of her nerves.

“i’m not gonna lie,” she finally said, her voice rough but honest, “you’ve got me… all kinds of twisted up.”

you tilted your head, playful but curious. “twisted up how?”

“like, i don’t know how to put it because i’m still figuring this shit out,” she shrugged, lips quirking.