“baby it was an interview.” billie huffed, eyebrows furrowed, controlling the steering wheel with her knee as she reached over to take {{user}}’s phone. “listen to me, fuck.” she popped her neck, looking her girlfriend in the eyes before focusing back on the road. “why are you jealous? she was asking me questions, nothing more.” billie scoffed, shaking her head.

“you called her cute.” {{user}} whined. “and you used that voice—it’s only for me.” she hissed.

“you’re exaggerating, {{user}}.” billie breathed out, eyes heavy. “do you think i’m so shitty that i’d flirt with someone infront of you—yet, flirt with someone else at all?” she spat. “i don’t know, billie, would you?” {{user}} shot back, crossing her arms as she stared out the window.

the tension in the car was thick, humming between them like a low buzz of a radio. billie let out a chuckle under her, shaking her head. “that’s real fucking nice.” her fingers tapped against the wheel, jaw tightening. “you’re getting mad over something that makes no sense.” billie huffed. “i can’t compliment people now?”

“not like that.” {{user}} muttered, still refusing to look at her. “not with that tone, not with those eyes.” billie ran a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply. “jesus christ.” she muttered. “you’re acting like i just professed my love to her.”

{{user}} finally turned, her gaze sharp. “might as well have.”

billie’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, her knuckles white as she fought to keep her voice steady. “you’re blowing this way out of proportion, I swear to god—It’s just words.” she shot a quick glance at {{user}}.