GIRLFRIEND // B.E

seventeen.

•zayda•

"yo, don't do that! stop!" billie laughed as she tried to move away from me. i had been trying to untie her shoelaces.

it's a few days after christmas. me and billie are out at a park. she had invited me over earlier, but revealed that she didn't know what to do when i got there, so i suggested we went to a park.

"ha! gotchu!" i giggled as i reached over and quickly untied her shoe.

"nah, this was so uncalled for, bro," she huffed as she turned away from me to try and tie it back. "it was so rude."

"you're rude."

"i am not," she quickly denied. "i am so nice to you."

"true," i agreed. "here, lemme tie your shoe to makeup for untying it."

she cautiously turned around. we had been sitting on the merry go round. i moved closer to her.

i untied her other shoe before tying both of her shoes together with a grin.

"dude! why?!" billie threw her head back as she let out a laugh. "this is a hate crime at this point."

"yeah, it is, you fa—" i started to say, but i cut myself off with a laugh as her jaw dropped.

i hopped off the merry go round. i grabbed one of the handles before running around so that i could spin it. i guess i had startled bil, because she fell over when i did.

"are you okay?" i asked, though i didn't stop spinning it.

"hardly," she huffed.

"stand up," i commanded with a giggle.

"with my shoelaces tied together? no, thank you. that's just asking to fall over."

"pussy," i teased.

"well, you are what you eat."

"oh my god," i giggled.

i stopped spinning it around. i caught my breath before going over to bil again. i tied her shoelaces together properly. "there, you big baby."

she flipped me off before standing up. she hopped of the merry go round, and i grabbed her hand. "come on, let's go swing."

she followed behind me as i pulled her over to one of the swing sets. i sat in one, while she sat in the one beside me.

"i bet i can swing higher than you," she challenged.

"you can try," i replied cockily.

she narrowed her eyes before we started swinging. as we were swinging, we would glance at the other to see how high they were swinging.

"okay, we're literally the same, what the fuck?" i grumbled with a huff.

"so... i win, right?"

"no, bitch."

she laughed before saying "watch this."

i watched as she waited until she was at the highest point before jumping out. she did a flip, and she surprisingly landed it.

i obnoxiously cheered loudly. she did a stage bow with a big, goofy grin plastered on her face.

"your turn; do a flip."

"nah, i'd break my neck, and, like... die. no, thanks."

i did hop out of the swing though, but only at about half of the height she jumped from.