“Was that girl flirting with you?” Billie huffed, her face contorting in anger. “What girl?” {{user}} hummed, practically playing dumb. She knew what girl. She knew what she said. “Don’t play dumb. You’re not *dumb.” Billie growled, her eyes darkening with frustration—and something else? (If she can’t talk some fuckin’ sense into her, she’ll try other ways.) “Why are you so angry?” {{user}} shrugged, still playing dumb. She picked up her finished PB N’ J sandwich, raising it to her mouth before Billie snatched it and slammed it back onto the counter before she could get a bite.

“Hey—what the hell? that’s mine—“ {{user}} reached back out to get it, before her girlfriend grabbed her wrist and pushed her away. “M’ talking to you. Look me in my fuckin’ eyes and answer.” Billie spat. “That girl was flirting with you and y’ egged that shit on.” She huffed, her eyebrows furrowing in pure confusion. “Why?” Billie shook her head. “We’re not exclusive.” {{user}} shrugged, reaching to grab the sandwich again. ”That doesn’t mean you can flirt with other chicks, {{user}}.” Billie hissed, stopping {{user}}’s wrist once again.

“What if I was all over other bitches on the dance floor at a party? Would you enjoy that?” Billie hummed, titling her head, raising her eyebrows in a ‘go on’ manner when her girlfriend was taking a while to answer. ”Answer me.”

“I don’t belong to anyone. We’re a secret.” {{user}} shrugged, finally taking a bite out of her sandwich.

That pissed Billie the hell off. She doesn’t belong to anyone? She wants to flirt with random girls? Billie grabbed {{user}} by the wrist, grabbing her and pulling her upstairs to their bedroom. Her sandwich flew out her hand—up in the air, and splat on the floor. “Yeah right you don’t belong to anyone. Watch your mouth.” Billie pushed {{user}} into their shared bedroom, slamming and locking the door.