Brighter Stars // Billie Eilish gxg

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Carmen's POV

"Okay, we're here." The uber driver says, parking the car.

"Thank you so much." I say, slipping out of the car and closing the door behind me.

I'm honestly so excited to see Zack. I miss him. He reminds me of what life was like before everything. Before Billie.

I approach his door and knock on it. After a few seconds, I hear the door unlock and it swings open.

"Oh my god. Carmen!" He says, pulling me into a tight hug.

I lean into him and feel myself tearing up.

We stood there for a minute in each other's arms. He clutches me so tight and I forget everything for a moment.

We pull away and Zack locks the door behind me. We sit down on his sofa next to one another.

"I was so worried about you. I don't think you even understand." Zack says, wiping some tears from his eyes.

"I really missed you Zack, I swear. I'm sorry for not reaching out sooner." I say.

Zack runs his hands through his hair.

"Don't apologize. I'm really grateful that you came by." He says, turning towards me.

"I promise I'll spill my guts about everything but first I have a question." I say.

"Shoot." Zack says, smiling at me.

"Do you have weed?" I ask.

Zack's jaw drops.

"Come again?" He asks.

"Seriously, Zack." I laugh.

"I mean yeah I do, but you don't do drugs." Zack says cautiously.

"I do now." I say.

I hope he can't tell that I'm lying.

"I mean, okay, yeah. Okay." He says nervously, jumping up from the couch, and walking to another room.

"Let me roll one for you!" He yells from the other side of the house.

I see a blanket folded on his couch and drape myself in it. Why did I just ask for drugs? I don't smoke? I never have?

Zack returns a few moments later with a grinder, a paper, and some weed, and he dumps everything on the coffee table. He sits on the floor next to the coffee table and gets to work on the joint.

"Damn you don't have your shit rolled up already?" I laugh.

"Only the freshest of joints for you. No stale shit." He smiles, packing the grinder.

"You're too good to me." I joke.

I feel my phone vibrate, and I glance down at it. I have a text from Billie.

Billie: "i'm sorry. i want to make things right. please come home, c."

I lock my phone and toss it on the coffee table.

"Who was that?" Zack asks.

"Billie." I respond.

"Okay, I want details on that. Now." Zack says, loading the paper.

"On what, Billie?" I ask.

"Y'all were fucking the whole time?" Zack says, surprised.

"Jesus, Zack!" I kick him with my foot and he laughs.

"I can't believe it honestly." Zack says, rolling the joint and sealing it.

Zack hands me the finished joint, then fishes a lighter out of his pocket.