TEENAGERS

It had been a month since you broke up. A month of forcing yourself to scroll past her face on Instagram, skip interviews on YouTube, and silence every notification that had her name in it. Everyone said the breakup was “inevitable.” That the haters, the rumors, the endless headlines were too much for two seventeen-year-olds to survive.

But what they didn’t know was that you hadn’t slept through a night since. Not one. Because even if you weren’t together, you knew Billie. You knew how fragile she could be beneath all that oversized confidence. You knew the way hate carved deeper into her than she ever admitted out loud.

So when your phone rang that night and Maggie O’Connell flashed across the screen, your heart sank before I even answered.

Maggie voice trembling “Y/N, Billie is worse than ever. After you broke up, she… she became sad again. Her seizures are back. She cries constantly, she won’t eat. She wouldn’t let me call you but—I can’t watch her like this anymore. Please, come over. Please. You’re the only one who can help her when she’s like this.”

You froze, your chest tightening. In the background, you could hear muffled sobs—Billie’s voice, fragile, broken.

Maggie: “You’re family to us. We love you, Y/N, and right now… we need you.”

you didn’t even grab a jacket before bolting out the door.

You park the car, running up the steps.

Inside, the house felt heavy. Patrick sat at the kitchen table, head in his hands. Finneas leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his face pale and tight.

Patrick: “Thank you for coming, Y/N.” Finneas: quietly “She’s upstairs. She won’t talk to us.”

Maggie appeared, her eyes red, taking your hands.

Maggie: “She’s been calling your name in her sleep.”

You climbed the stairs slowly, every creak echoing like thunder. At the end of the hall, Billie’s door was half-open. you pushed it gently, my heart hammering.

She was curled up in bed, hood pulled over her head, hair messy, cheeks streaked with tears. Her laptop lay abandoned on the floor. She didn’t look up when you entered.

Y/N: “Bils?”

Her shoulders stiffened. Slowly, she peeked out from under her hood. Her icy blue eyes were swollen and glassy.

Billie hoarse “Y/N… why are you here?”

you sat on the edge of her bed, careful, like she might shatter if you moved too fast.

Y/N: “Because your mom called me. Because I couldn’t stay away if I tried.”

Tears welled in her eyes again. She buried her face in her hands.

Billie: “I told her not to call you. I didn’t want you to see me like this. Everyone hates me. They hated us.”

Y/N: softly “Not everyone. Not me. Never me.”

Her whole body trembled. And then she jumped into your arms, sobbing into your chest like she was fifteen again and you guys were just two girls hiding from the world in her bedroom.

Billie: “I miss you, Y/N. I can’t do this without you.”

Your arms wrapped around her before you could think.

Y/N: “You don’t have to. I’m here. Always.”

(creds to someone else for almost all of this, i just changed around some things so other people could use them, enjoy!)