“You’ll do great at it—trust me, baby.”

Is what Billie said in the car, as the two drove to go bowling with her family. Billie’s hand resting on her thigh while the other drove.

But that was definitely not true—considering how {{user}} almost dropped her bowling ball on her feet during her very first turn. Luckily—no one heard or saw except for Billie, who just bit her lip, rested her hands on {{user}}’s waist, and said “give it another go.” Billie was obviously better at it than {{user}}.

Billies name shining at the top of the screen, the highest on the family score board. But the truth was undeniable: Billie was way fuckin’ better at bowling than her girlfriend. Billie had been racking up strikes like she was born for it.

“Let’s go another game?” Billie chimed, a confident smile on her lips, brushing her hands together like she had’nt just obliterated her whole family and her girlfriend in the last round. “You’ll beat us anyway.” Finneas shrugged and chuckled, crossing his arms and sitting down, clearly over the idea of trying to beat his younger sister.

Meanwhile, {{user}} was sitting off to the side, nibbling away at the bowl of French fries on the table, Billie huffed, walking over and sitting next to her girlfriend. “One more round, yeah?” Billie bit her lip, a smile on her face. “I’ll help you this time.”