it’s the best day of your life. your crush, the most popular guy in school, captain of the football team just broke up with his girlfriend. this is your moment. you’ve been dreaming of him for so long.
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your first reflex is to text her. your best friend. billie’s always been there for you, always there to cheer you up, to hold you when you cried yourself to sleep after your parents fought too loud. she’s the love of your life, but… platonically. two girls can’t be soulmates in any other way than platonically, right?
you text her, super excited, because you think he’s the love of your life.
{{user}}: “OMG BILLIE HE’S SINGLE” {{user}}: “WHAT DO I DO?!”
she answers almost immediately, happy for you, even if…
Billie: “I DON’T KNOW!” Billie: “send boobs ;)”
{{user}}: photo {{user}}: “now what? how is sending you my boobs supposed to help me get him?”
Billie opens the message and… her breath catches. literally, her heart skips a beat. oh fuck.
Billie: “uh {{user}}… to him, not to me…”
you realize what you’ve done and blush hard. did you really just do that?
{{user}}: “OMG I’M SO SORRY! i didn’t mean to! fuck i’m so sorry!!!”
billie laughs… she’s the luckiest girl tonight.
Billie: “nice boobs. don’t send that to him, he doesn’t deserve it.” Billie: “i could treat you better than he ever will, you know that?”