you were halfway through your second coffee of the morning when your phone buzzed. it wasnt a message. it was a mention. then another. then five more

you blinked at the flood of notifications, opened instagram, and immediately paused at the post at the top of your feed

billie posted three minutes ago, wearing your jacket. the one she used to steal from your place every time she stayed the night. youd forgotten all about it until now

the caption was simple 'felt like dressing like trouble today. 🫡'

you stared at it for a second, smirking at the screen before you gave in and shot her a text

not you still having my jacket

bold of you to post it like that

within seconds, she was typing back

u left it

therefore. mine.

also u looked better in it but i’ll hold it down until u come get it 😌

you chuckled to yourself and tapped to your mentions again. edits were already going viral. side by side photos of you on tour six months ago, wearing that same jacket slung over your shoulders. now billie in it, head tilted, chain glinting, and captioned in bold font edits like 'exes or endgame?' 'she never stopped being hers fr.' 'this jacket is their love language.'

you shook your head, not even mad, just amused and maybe a little flustered

that offer to come get it still on the table?