content warning: this imagine contains sexually explicit material. if you are under the age of eighteen, please refrain from reading.
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third person pov:
y/n had swirled in and out of billie's mind for the remainder of the day. no matter how hard billie endeavoured to think about anything else, y/n continued to dominate her thoughts.
what was she doing right now? or more like who was she doing right now? and why wasn't it her?
the sky was briskly losing it's light, becoming dimmer with every hour that passed by.
billie had doubts y/n would follow through with her promise, she didn't seem like the type to keep her word, especially considering billie had to coax it out of her.
if y/n was a no show she would be upset but not at all surprised.
billie glances at the time in the corner of her laptop screen, it's nearly 10pm.
she releases a loud discouraged sigh and closes the laptop, leaving her in complete darkness.
she sits for a moment before deciding to check her phone for a potential text, yielding nothing.
billie's stomach painfully twists with hunger, pangs of nausea consuming her body, filling the once quiet room with loud gurgles.
she was so infatuated with the thought of y/n's return that she had neglected dinner.
using the light from her phone, she stumbles out of bed, where she had resided for majority of the day.
vaguely dizzy from lack of food, she hobbles into the kitchen, beelining for the fridge.
she swings the fridge door open, the glare from the bright artificial light making her unadjusted eyes squint a little.
she grabs a leftover slice of vegan pizza and shoves it into her mouth, feeling too lazy to heat it up.
to accompany her snack, she decides upon a grape soda.
opening the cold can with an aggressive crack, she takes several large gulps, enjoying the fruity flavour running down her parched throat.
billie checks her phone again for what felt like the millionth time, her last glimmer of hope slipping away as there was still no contact from y/n.
"fuck you" she whispers aloud as if y/n could hear her.
billie dawdles into the bathroom, turning on the shower and allowing it to run until the steam had entirely devoured the room.
she ties her hair up into a scraggly bun as washing her hair felt like to much work tonight.
she sheds her clothing, her shirt now bearing a pizza sauce stain, and hops into the ongoing stream of water that was most definitely too hot.
as the water splashes upon her face, billie ponders on how long it would take until her head was completely vacant of the purple haired girl.
her inviting scent and the heavenly feel off her lips, fingers and tongue were deeply ingrained into her memory, always there to torment her.
she imagined the water was cleansing her of y/n but she knew forgetting her and the pleasure of her touch was close to impossible.
after her unnecessarily scalding shower, billie hangs up her damp towel and exits the bathroom prepared to dive back into bed and sleep away her troubling feelings.
she stops in her tracks when she is unexpectedly met with y/n who had made herself rather comfortable in her messy, unmade bed.
"miss me?" y/n's lips curl into a familiar smirk.
