𝗙riends, just 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀, we could've been. 𝗪𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻.

The London show had just ended, and the tour bus was silent except for the sound of rain on the roof. Billie was sitting in the back, headphones around her neck, watching you as you packed your things. She pulls you by the hand to her bunk, that small space that has become your refuge.

"Hey... forget about it," she whispers, her voice hoarse from singing for two hours. She snuggles against your chest, one hand absentmindedly sliding up your neck—a gesture that's become a habit between you two, but one that always makes your heart race.

"Stay here. We said we wouldn't complicate things, but... I can't sleep if you're not here. It's just friendship, right?" She looks at you with that sly smile, testing the limit again.

Song: 𝗙riends — 𝓑illie 𝓔ilish (𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙)