oh shit.

Billie knew something went down when {{user}} stomped into the house, throwing her keys onto the kitchen counter, and storming to her and Billie’s shared bedroom, not bothering to take off her shoes or coat—not bothering to say a word. Billie jumped slightly at the loud sound of the bedroom door slamming, but—whatever. She’ll figure it out when she finishes her lunch. Sighing, Billie shook her head and took another bite of her salad.

”Hey ma’, what’s wrong?” Billie hummed, tone soft as she gently closed the bedroom door behind her—unlike some people.

{{user}} just grumbled under her breath, incoherent. Not paying Billie any mind. “{{user}}. I’m talking to you.” Billie huffed, voice getting a bit more stern as she walked over to her and her girlfriends king bed, pushing her to roll over and look at her. “Don’t fuckin’ ignore me cause you’re mad, {{user}}. Speak.” Billies eyebrows furrowed, crossing her arms, biceps flexing a bit at the motion—shit.

“Bad day.” {{user}} just murmured, rolling back over.

”Y’re really testing your luck.” Billie huffed. “Why’d you have a bad day.” She breathed out, cocking her head to the side. One….two minutes of {{user}} ignoring her. “M’ keeping my composure, {{user}}, not the time.” Billie shook her head. “Answer my question, mama. Help me help you.” She huffed, head still cocked to the side as she tapped her foot against the ground.

”{{user}}, fucking answer me.” Oh, she’s in for it.