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THREE

WILLOW POV:

Billie.

Her name was so..pretty. It fit her, really. My heart warmed so much when she was talking to Ashton, and I hated that. Was the person I made her to be in my head unrealistic?

I viewed her as an asshole, yet, she was true to her word. I could hardly hear any music tonight. I'm sure Ashton will be happy. Plus, up close, she was really fucking pretty. I wish I had the guts to tell her that.

I couldn't help but wonder if she was even into girls. I mean, she seemed to be flirting with me earlier, or maybe she's just nice. Either way, i was already started to grow a crush on her.

Its not like I'm head over heels for her already. It's like that one hallway crush you have in school, that you never talk to but you still look out for them in the lunchroom and the hallway.

I found myself checking my window throughout the day, hoping I'd see a glimpse of her. Sadly, her curtains were closed. I wonder what she was doing.

I shrugged it off, turning my fairy lights on and beginning to get ready to settle down for the night. I changed into some sweatpants and a crop top, and I'll shamelessly admit i changed in front of my window. I hoped Billie would see. Was that bad?

Maybe it was, but strangely, I didn't care. Instead, I plopped onto my bed, climbing under the heated blanket. I sighed contently, letting my eyes close.

Even though tomorrow was Saturday, I didn't care that I was sleeping pretty early. I'm tired.

BILLIE POV:

Holy shit.

I sent whoever is up there in the clouds a thankful prayer. What could have been a better time to open my curtains? Of course when Willow was changing.

I wasn't really thinking of the fact that this is a huge invasion of privacy, only focusing on her ass and covered breasts.

I quickly moved out of sight when she had slipped her top on, walking away. I puffed out a sigh, turning my LED lights on. I fucking love them.

Now I'm going to have to think about what I had just saw for the rest of the night, I'll be restless with all of the scenarios running through my head.

Maybe I'll talk to her tomorrow, or ask her on a date. I layed down on my bed, letting out a sigh. I pulled out my phone, decided to try and find this girl's socials.

After a good ten minutes of searching, I didn't find anything. All I know was her name, so that didn't really help much.

I thought back to earlier, what I had seen. God, she's hot. I've been with my fair share of girls but Willow made me fucking horny.

I've never wanted anything more than her.

I sighed, looking up at my ceiling. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm acting like a pervert.

I felt restless, so I sat back up and slid off of my bed, on the floor. My back rested on the side of my bed, and I stared straight ahead, at my guitar that was lonelessly leaning against the wall.

Finn and I have been trying to work on an album, but he's the only one that has been writing so far. I've been stuck, but now I'm feeling encouraged.

I pushed myself up and grabbed my guitar, sitting down at my desk infront of the open window. I opened it, feeling my skin get a little warm even though I was freezing earlier. The midnight breeze felt good.

I opened my notebook, going to a fresh lage and setting my pencil down.

My fingers softly strummed the strings, trying to create a sound. I hummed softly to the random sounds I was making on the guitar, racking my brain for lyrics.