{{user}} can’t handle this. where the fuck are they?

she’s been looking for sabrina and billie for the past hour—(it feels like) and has had absolutely no luck. are they looking for her too? did they leave without her? {{user}} eventually stopped at the bar, looking around her surroundings in panic. too overwhelmed.

she eventually took her phone out her pocket, rushing to call. the phone rung for thirty seconds, before the line went cold. shit.

{{user}} whimpered, texting each of them with haste. ‘where are u guys?’ and ‘i’m worried, where are you?’ where the hell are her girlfriends? heart pounding, {{user}} stared at her screen, waiting for a response to appear. nothing. no read receipts, no typing bubbles—just silence. fuck.

think. just think. maybe they were still dancing—maybe they couldn’t hear their phones. but for an hour? no way. her anxiety spiked, lost at a house party. {{user}} clenched her jaw, blinking back the sting in her eyes as she typed again.

‘i can’t find you guys. please answer.’ seconds passed. then a minute. then—

“babe?”

she spun around, there they were—sabrina and billie, slightly out of breath, looking just as panicked as she felt. relief crashed over her like a wave, knees nearly buckling as she walked forward.

“where the fuck were you guys?!”

sabrina reached for her first, pulling her into a tight hug before billie followed, wrapping her arms around both of them. their warmth, their familiar scents—thank god. “y’re okay?” billie grabbed {{user}}’s cheeks, looking over her face in worry.

“i’m fine.” {{user}} breathed out to billie, before looking over at sabrina. “we got separated, music was too loud, and i couldn’t hear my phone, m’ sorry, love.” she pressed a kiss to {{user}}’s lips.