y/n pov
"i never noticed that little scar on your forehead before. it's cute" billie says to me, tracing her finger over it.
we're layed in bed, my head on her chest facing her. this position is so confortable, i could stay here forever.
"haha thanks i guess. i kinda forgot about it"
"how'd you get it?" she asks, tilting her head to look at me.
"i was at the park when i was like 7 and i crashed head first into the corner of a sharp railing." i laugh, remembering the memory and how stupid it is.
"you're such a dumbass" she grinned.
"i swear if being clumsy was a currency, id be a bloody billionaire" i throw my hands up in the air.
"for once i can agree with what you said" billie agrees.
"don't be mean. i take that personally" i pout.
"anyways i've been meaning to talk to you" billie says while cracking her knuckles, something she only does when she's nervous.
"go on" i say in more of a questioning tone, curious to what she wants to say.
"i've been kinda confused lately. I've been admiring all the little things about you, and i feel safe in your presence. the way you look adorable when you sleep - i hope that's not creepy" she laughs then continues, "how you're kind to every person you meet whether you know them or not, gosh even the way you walk has me dying. you're so beautiful and i want to spend my whole life with you. so uh, i think i... i think i'm in love with you." she rambles.
my eyes widen, processing what she just said.
"wait, you- you love me?" i ask in shock. i have liked her for the longest time but i never thought she felt the same. i mean i knew she liked girls but how could anyone love someone like me?
"yes, y/n."
"like, you love me like how garfield loves lasagne or how thomas o'malley loves duchess?"
"yes, angel. just like that." she replies. " i love you"
"i love you too"
