the music bumped through the floor like a heartbeat with the bass vibrating up through your shoes. billie stood next to you with her fingers laced with yours, swaying to the music but stretching her neck every few seconds

“im too short” she muttered with a laugh, standing on her toes to get a better look at the stage “i cant see anything except the back of that guys head”

you looked down at her with a teasing look “thats because youre short”

she rolled her eyes but a grin was tugging at her face “not my fault you got lucky with a few extra inches. your whole life is just front row seats.”

you laughed, tilting your head to kiss the top of hers “the want the vip view?”

she looked up at you with a confused expression “what does that mean?”

you crouched down slightly and tapped your shoulder “get on. come on ill lift you.”

her eyes widened “are you serious?”

“dead serious. come on.”

she hesitated for a second but then laughed, bracing her hands on your shoulders as she awkwardly started trying to climb up “this is gonna be the least graceful thing ive ever done”

"youre dating me” you muttered “grace is not a requirement”

it took a minute of struggle, laughter, and a soft groan when her knee dug into your shoulder but she finally got up there, wiggling until she was steady. you wrapped your hands around her thighs to hold her in place and straightened up fully

“woah” billie muttered with her arms resting on top of your head “okay this is actually insane”

“now we both get the view” you said, tilting your head back to glance at her

“youre the best girlfriend ever”

“say it louder” you teased “i need the crowd to hear”