"Wake up baby" here a voice that makes me smile "mm mm,what time is it" I say just above a whisper "1pm, so get your lazy fucking ass up now I'm leaving to go hang out with my boys" my boyfriend says in an annoyed tone "ok have fun baby."
I slowly reach over to my nightstand picking up my phone turning it on to the bright screen blinding my eyes "fuckkk" I groan out rubbing my eyes sluggish, I open Instagram going through my notifications and to my surprise billie still hasn't posted making me pout softly I wonder what she's doing I wonder if she's ok.
("Ding") an idea popped into my head I'll just letter her a letter I jumped out of bed before walking into my marble Bathroom turning in the lights and washing my face and getting ready for the day.
~Time skip~
I slightly jumped as the toaster went off and my toast popped up a little so I can grab it "shit" I say looking over at my slightly brunt toast (" fuck it I don't care") I think to my self as I put the burnt toast on a white plate and pouring my orange juice (apple juice is better)
~Time skip~
I sat down at my marble kitchen table with pen and paper in hand thinking of what to write for the letter I will be mailing Billie fucking eilish.
A/N sorry this is really short I promise it gets better though.
