ECSTASY // B.E

t h i r t y - s i x

j e s s i e

"no, we've been hanging out still, but i dunno... she's just been kinda distant?" i frowned.

"what do you mean exactly?" matthew raised a brow.

"like, bil will come over, and we'll talk and hangout, but i can tell something's bothering her. she's not telling me something," i explained. "she's been like this since friday, so almost a week. she also just isn't talking as much as she usually does..? i don't know."

he let out a small hum. "maybe something happened at the bar?"

"well, she seemed kinda off even before her shift on friday; she brought me lunch, and she seemed kinda upset or something," i let out a small puff of air. "she said she was fine though."

"jj... everybody knows that when a girl says she's 'fine,' it means that she's not 'fine,'" he sent me a look.

my brows furrowed. "well, i asked her if she was sure, and she said she was," i stared at matt.

"jesus christ," he muttered with a sigh. "you're so dumb, bro."

i narrowed my eyes at him. "yo, i asked for relationship advise, not to be called dumb."

"maybe don't ask the guy who's single for relationship advise then?" he made a face.

i rolled my eyes as i skated down the half pipe. "you're my best friend; of course i'm gonna ask you for relationship advise."

"and as your best friend, i'm allowed to call you dumb," he defended.

i huffed. i went down the half pipe again, though i fell off my board. i groaned as i did.

"aren't you, like, thirty years old?" a kid asked as he looked over at where i was laying on the ground. "and you still fall off your board? loser."

"i'm twenty-five, thank you. isn't your name kyle though?" i narrowed my eyes at him. "you have no room to talk."

"yeah, but i don't fall off my board, so i do have room to talk," he stuck his tongue out at me.

"yo, you wanna go? these hands are rated 'e' for everyone," i sat up.

"jessie," matthew sighed. "you can't fight a damn twelve year old."

"i'm thirteen, actually," kyle pointed out.

"yeah, matt, he's thirteen!"

"but you still— you can't fight a kid!" he held his hands out.

"i wasn't going to, sheesh," i muttered. "it was a joke."

"you're still a loser though," kyle shrugged before walking away. i narrowed my eyes at him again.

"anyways," matt cleared his throat. "i think you should just try and talk to her about it."

"i've tried," i mumbled. "it's like she just keeps shutting me out though. i don't know what to do."

he sighed as he looked down at where i was still sitting on the ground. "well, shit. i don't know what to do either."

<~~~~~>

i opened the door to billie's apartment. i stopped for a moment as i heard her singing, from what sounded like her bedroom. i closed the door quietly.

i walked to her bedroom as i listened to her sing. i've never heard the song before, so i assumed it was one that she had written.

"you call me again, drunk in your benz, driving home under the influence. you scared me to death, but i'm wasting my breath, 'cause you only listen to your fucking friends. i don't relate to you. i don't relate to you, no, 'cause i'd never treat me this shitty. you made me hate this city."

i frowned as i listened to the lyrics. if this is a song that she wrote, i could only assume it was about sienna.

i don't know a lot about what their relationship was like, but i know enough that it makes me wanna beat sienna's ass. seriously, how could you treat someone, especially billie, the way sienna did?

i stepped into billie's room. she saw me, and her face flushed brightly as she stopped singing and stopped strumming her guitar. "oh, hi, baby; i didn't know you were coming over."

"hi, princess; i missed you, so i figured i'd stop by, maybe stay the night," i gave a small smile. "you sounded really good; did you write that?"

"please stay the night. and yeah, i did write it," she set her guitar to the side as i pulled my shoes off and walked over to the bed. "c'mere!"

i laughed as she pulled me into her arms. she gave me a kiss, then also kissed my forehead. "how was your day, lovebug?"

"it was okay," i answered. i sighed softly as she began to scratch my scalp with her nails. "after work, i hung out with matt at the skatepark. i then went to the gym, showered, and now i'm here."

"i'm glad it was okay," she murmured. "did you get hurt or anything while skating?"

"well... i fell once, and i scraped the fuck out of my knee," i showed her my scraped knee; i had changed into a t-shirt and shorts after my shower. "but other than that, i'm okay."

"baby," she frowned as she looked at it. she turned to me with deeply furrowed brows. "you've gotta be more careful! you're gonna break your arm again or something!" her frown deepened.

"to be fair, i only fractured it last time," i pointed out. i stopped when she glared at me. "princess, i'm fine, i promise. i'm okay; don't worry," i laughed as i kissed her cheek.

"i am going to worry though. i just want you safe, you know that. i don't wanna see you hurt," her frown came back.

i frowned a bit too. "i promise, i'll be more careful," i assured as i grabbed her hand and interlaced our fingers.

i moved to straddle her lap and lay my head on her chest. "how was your day though, shorty? did you have a good day?"

"it was okay, i guess. i didn't really do much. i went and visited my parents for a bit," she told me.

"did you have fun?" i quizzed.

"yeah, i've missed them recently," she said. "i love going to see them."

"i'm glad you had fun," i murmured, completely melting in her hold as she began to scratch my back.

she kissed the top of my head. we laid there for a few moments, just enjoying the other's presence.

she eventually moved so that we were both laying down. we laid facing each other. i wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her a bit closer.

i hesitated for a few seconds. "are you okay, angel? you've seemed... off since friday," i said slowly as my eyes scanned her's.

her brows furrowed briefly. "yeah, i'm fine. i'm okay."

"promise?"

"mhm," she hummed.

she turned the other way, pressing her back against my front. i sighed as i pulled her as close as possible. i buried my face into her neck as i held her.

<~~~~~>

a/n ayooo

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