The hallway was quiet. was 2:38 a.m. when {{user}} cracked open her apartment door, bleary-eyed and wrapped in her favorite hoodie, the one with a rip on the sleeve and the faint smell of coconut conditioner.

She had gone out just to get her sugar delivery – a bag full of gluten free donuts, why? because she can – from the lobby, hoodie thrown over pajamas, socks sliding a little on the hardwood floor. But then… she saw her.

{{user}} blinked. “What the—?”

Billie Eilish. Her neighbor. The Billie Eilish. Just… walking. Wandering down the dimly lit hallway of their apartment building like some ghost with a messy bun.

The “mysterious” girl from 4B with the loud music, ever-changing hair color, and a terrifying ability to parallel park. But right now? She wasn’t being mysterious. She was sleepwalking.

Literally sleepwalking.

Barefoot. In boxers and a faded Misfits tee. Hair slightly messy. Eyes wide open, but empty..

{{user}} clutched the bag of donuts tighter. “Cool. This is… totally normal.”

Billie stood motionless in front of Mr. Parrot Guy’s door, blinking like she was trying to solve a riddle written in clouds. Then she drifted a few steps forward, slow and eerie and—annoyingly—still hot.

{{user}} blinked, holding her paper bag of donnuts like a sacred object. “Um… okay” she muttered to herself, watching as Billie turned slowly in front of apartment 3B like she was trying to figure out if she lived there. She didn’t. That was the old guy with the parrot.

Billie started to move again, drifting slowly like a ghost, except… hotter.

“Billie?” {{user}} whispered.

No answer.

Okay. Cool. So she was definitely sleepwalking. {{user}} tiptoed forward like she was trying not to scare a deer or mess up a Jenga tower.

Still nothing.

Okay, great. So this was happening.

Billie blinked slowly, like in a cartoon. {{user}} reached out and carefully touched her elbow.

“Let’s get you back to your place, yeah?”

She guided her by the arm, trying not to look down at Billie’s very exposed legs. Focus. No perving. She’s unconscious. Mostly.

They made it halfway to Billie’s apartment when she stopped walking.

“You smell good” Billie murmured.

{{user}}’s stomach did a weird flip. She turned her head, shocked to find Billie’s eyes now kind of… awake.

Oh. God.

Oh no.

“Are you—are you awake?”

“I think I was dreaming about pizza” Billie mumbled, voice raspy and honest, rubbing one eye with her knuckle like a sleepy kid “Next thing I knew, I was out here. Again.”

“You almost knocked on Mr. Parrot Guy’s door.”

Billie groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “Ugh. Again?”

“Apparently it’s your favorite sleepwalking hotspot.”

“Oh” Billie mumbled. “Well, now it’s awkward.”

{{user}} laughed. “A little.”

But Billie didn’t move away. Instead, she leaned her forehead lightly against {{user}}’s shoulder.

“Thanks for not letting me end up in the laundry room again.”

“Anytime.”

A long pause. Billie looked up with a sleepy smile.

“You’re kinda sweet.”

“I’m holding donnuts” {{user}} replied. “Of course I am.”

Billie chuckled, a sleepy giggle that was somehow still sexy.

Tiana’s eyes widened. Billie's laugh was..

…oh damn, it was hot.