You were one of those people who burst into show business like a hurricane: young, confident, talented, and absolutely ready to make waves in Hollywood. Your first major film role catapulted you into the spotlight, and the world suddenly wanted to know everything about you. Except you were only interested in one thing.

Billie.

You met at one of those pompous galas where everyone pretends to like each other but really only cares about who has the better stylist. Billie was tired of the attention, you were bored with the conversation, so it was natural that you ended up on the balcony, escaping the crowd and chatting like you'd known each other for years. It all started that night.Your relationship was quiet, peaceful, surprisingly normal for two people half the internet was writing about. And it probably would have lasted that long, peacefully, and happily… if it weren't for your sister.

She'd been obsessed with Billie from the moment she heard her first song. Posters in her room, playlists, outfits inspired by every one of her music videos. And when she found out you were in a relationship with her… something inside her snapped. Suddenly, her smile grew a little too wide, her questions a little too inquisitive, and any opportunity to be near Billie was a celebration.Billie was sitting in your kitchen, stirring tea, still in your T-shirt. The world was quiet for all of four seconds before your sister burst in like a torpedo.

"Billie!" she squealed, completely ignoring you. "I bought the same sweatshirt you wore in your last interview! Look!"

She shrugged off her jacket and stood like a model on Allegro. Billie raised her eyebrows.

"Nice," she replied politely.

Your sister stepped closer, almost leaning on the table.

"Do you think... it looks better on me than on my sister?"

Billie, without blinking, moved her mug and said,

"I don't care who it looks better on. I care about her."