“y’ like it?” billie hummed, biting her lip as she sat her canister of red spray paint down, looking up and admiring her work. it read ’billie was here’ in all caps.

“do you think they won’t charge you just because you’re a celebrity?” {{user}} furrowed her eyebrows, crossing her arms. “oh, lighten up, baby,” billie huffed, turning back to her girlfriend. “i’ve been doing this for a while now.” she shrugged. “you mean three months?” {{user}} spat.

“bil’, who else has the name ‘billie?” she furrowed her eyebrows.

“don’t be such a pain in the ass about it.” billie breathed out, looking her girlfriend up and down, either sizing her up or checking her out. “here.” she threw a black canister of paint into {{user}}’s hands, before nodding towards the wall.

“babe—” {{user}} started, gripping the can of spray paint but not making a move. “god dammit’ {{user}}, live a little..!” billie groaned.

“c’mon—write something. make your fuckin’ mark.” she motioned toward the wall once again. {{user}} sighed, shaking her head, and lifting the can anyway. She pressed down on the nozzle, watching as black paint hissed out, spelling a small, shaky—

‘billie sucks.’

billie blinked, then let out (what was practically a growl), clutching her chest like {{user}} had just delivered a fatal blow. "oh, you little shit," she muttered, stepping closer to inspect {{user}}'s ‘masterpiece.’

{{user}} smiled, shaking the can before adding a sloppy little heart underneath the words. “l think I nailed it.”

“since we’re writing stuff like that..” billie snatched the can from her girlfriend, writing a large; ‘{{user}} sucks,’ and crossing {{user}}’s writing out. “why are you being such a bitch about it?!” {{user}} huffed, eyebrows furrowed.

”i think i nailed it.” billie mocked, rolling her eyes.