GIRLFRIEND // B.E

fifteen.

•billie•

it's been a few days since zayda initially came over to "take care of me" while i was sick. ever since zay came back from that dinner with leila and her parents, she practically hasn't left my house.

when she came back from the dinner, i knew before i even asked that she was upset. i've been doing my best to comfort her and cheer her up.

she didn't talk the whole night. she had eventually fell asleep in my arms; she stayed there the rest of the night.

the next day, a while after we had woke up, she had eventually told me how awkward the dinner had been and how much she hated it. she then told me that she and leila had gotten into an argument.

usually, she tells me what the argument was about. this time, she won't tell me.

i have a feeling that the argument was about me in one way or another.

currently, we're laying in my bed. z is laying on my chest while she scrolls through her phone. i'm holding her closely with my chin resting on the top of her head. i'm watching the office as it plays lowly through my tv.

"what's the very, very worst thing about prison?" dwight asked as he raised his hand.

"don't encourage him, dwight," angela muttered.

"the worst thing about prison was the— was the dementors! they were flying all over the place, and they were scary, and they come down, and they suck the soul outta your body, and it hurt!" michael ranted.

zayda set her phone to the side. she cuddled closer to me. i watched as her hand slowly ran down my arm before reaching my own hand. she interlaced our fingers.

"your birthday is coming up soonnn," she dragged out with a smile.

"i know. that's crazy as fuck."

"you're gonna be a whole ass adult!" she pointed out. "well... legally speaking, at least. you still act like a child."

"hey!" my eyes widened.

she laughed loudly before turning to bury her head completely in my chest. i couldn't help but smile as she did. "it's true, and you know it," she mumbled with another laugh.

"maybe a little, but damn," i chuckled.

her thumb rubbed against the back of my hand before she gave it a gentle squeeze. "what are you gonna do for your birthday?"

"i'ma go to a strip club," i answered jokingly with a lazy smirk.

she moved her face from my chest to look up at me. she narrowed her eyes a bit before bursting into a little fit of laughter. "you're so stupid," she teased.

"i'm being serious!" i dragged it on with wide eyes, though i started laughing too.

i watched as she moved out of my embrace. she stood up and stretched. "for real, bil; what are you doing for your birthday?"

"i dunno," i moved so that i was laying across my bed. i propped my chin in my hand as i watched her. "i'll probably throw a party or some shit."

"that'd be fun," she nodded before sitting on the floor to play with pepper.

"yeah," i agreed before rolling over to lay on my back. i sprawled out in a starfish position as i looked up at the ceiling. i let out a few coughs after i did.

it was silent for a moment. it was pretty comforting though. i love that me and zay don't have to always talk. it's nice for it to be silent every now and again.

"i'm thinking about dyeing my hair," i blurted.

she immediately sat up to look at me with furrowed brows. "what? why? i love the teal."

"my hair color is ass, and i hate it," i shook my head as i turned on my side to look at her.

she pouted. "it's not," she argued, though she then raised a brow. "what color are you thinking?"

"hmm," i thought for a moment. "black, maybe?"

"ouu," she hummed. "you know, i think black hair would suit you really well, 'cause, like, you're so pale and then your eyes are such a light blue, you know?"

i made an unamused face as she mentioned that i'm pale. her eyes widened. "it's not a bad thing! like— you make it look good, you know? it suits you."

"yeah, whatever," i playfully rolled my eyes.

it was silent again. only a few short moments passed before zay asked "what's one of the most embarrassing things that's happened to you?"

"uhh..." i dragged out. "oh, okay, so ninth grade fucking algebra, right? i took a nap before class started, and i woke up to the teacher announcing to the entire class that i 'always look so depressed.' like, bro, what?"

she wasn't wrong, but damn!

"what? seriously?" z made a face.

"yeah! like, what the fuck?"

"i would've cried," she let out a puff of air after a moment.

"honestly, if i wouldn't have just woke up from and a nap, i probably would've," i snickered. "what about you? what's one of your most embarrassing moments?"

"i dunno. i embarrass myself all the time, so it's hard to pick a certain one."

"c'mon," i sent her a look. "there has to be at least one that stands out."

she pursed her lips as she thought for a few moments. "oh! this one time in middle school, i was letting this girl write on my hand, and arms, and shit, right? well, as soon as she pressed the marker to my skin, i said 'oh, it's, like... wet.'"

i let out a loud laugh at that. i fell back onto my back, and i lifted my hands to cover my mouth as i continued to laugh loud as hell.

"stop!" z laughed too. "yo, to be fair, that marker was fuckin' wet. it had no business being wet like that."

that only made me laugh harder, which soon turned into a fit of coughing. that made zay laugh pretty loudly too.

"god damn," i muttered as i stopped coughing. i laughed a little as i did.

"are you good?" she asked.

"i think so," i giggled.

i turned on my side so that i could look at her. it was silent again.

after a few minutes, zayda coughed a bit too. it was followed by a sneeze.

"yo, i told you that you were gonna get sick too!" i pointed at her. i pouted as she coughed again.

"shut up," she mumbled as she shook her head. "i don't care, it was worth it."

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