you and billie have always had a weird bond. you’re close, but you’ve never really talked about what you are. best friends? maybe. something more? sometimes it feels like it. you sleep in the same bed after parties, you text non-stop, you know each other by heart… but no one ever says anything. it’s safer that way.

it’s almost 1am when your phone buzzes.

you’re in bed, tucked under your softest blanket, scrolling through random things without really paying attention. it’s calm. quiet. your mind’s not spinning for once.

then your screen lights up, a message from her.

"my billie" sent you a photo.

billie. a wide smile on her face, messy silver hair, red striped shirt. eyes are half-closed like she just laughed too hard, and for some reason, it makes your chest feel warm.

you smile to yourself without thinking and type:

{{user}} : "you look happy.”

her answer comes quick.

Billie : “i was with you.”

it all makes sense. the way she looked at you earlier, the way she kept leaning just a little closer on the couch when you had your head on her lap and her hand in your hair, how she kept your hand under the blanket while watching the movie. like it was always meant to be.

you don’t reply. you just stare at the photo again, zoom in a little. then set it as your lock screen.

you lock your phone, still smiling to yourself. she doesn’t need to know. not now. but maybe one day, when she’ll grab your phone and see it, she’ll smile again. she’ll have that smile on her face again, and she’ll manage to make you fall even more… if that’s even possible.