The girl sits quietly on the living room floor; cross-legged as she stares down at the pictures sprawled across the carpet.
Billie meets her within the warm room, glancing around in the darkness that surrounded her entire house. The tv illuminates as the only light source around them.
"Are my parents not home yet?"
Her head shakes silently, eyes still on the good memories.
The blue-haired girl sits down next to her; leaning over Elizabeth's shoulder, taking in her honey scent. "What are these?"
"Pictures," She whispers, "From our last tour."
"How come I've never seen these?" She smiles, holding the film between her fingers.
"I just got them developed yesterday."
"Are you okay, Liz?" Billie looks over at her, her finger pulling her chin to look at her gently.
