“talking to me like m’ stupid nd’ shit.” billie grumbled to herself as she took off her shoes at the front door. “who the fuck does he think he is?” she spat.

{{user}} perked up at the sound of her girlfriend, billie’s footsteps, rushing to see her sitting on the couch, tense. “hi bils’.” {{user}} hummed. ”hey.” billie deadpanned, eyebrows furrowed in focus as she stared at the fireplace.

hey? fucking hey??

“what’s wrong with you?” {{user}} asked, crossing her arms and striding over to stand infront of billie. blocking the fireplace. “what the hell? can’t you see i’m—“ billie began.

“staring at flames intently?” {{user}} cut her off. “concerning.”

billie mumbled something incoherent, shaking her head, closing her eyes and running a hand through her hair, obviously meaning she wasn’t about to take any bullshit. “what.” she huffed, looking up at {{user}} now.

{{user}} didn’t react emotionally. just gave an unimpressed tilt of her head. “you’re acting weird, billie.”

“i’m pissed,” billie snapped, tossing her phone onto the couch beside her with enough force to make a thud. “m’ tired of getting bossed around and talked to like i don’t have a brain in my fuckin’ skull.”