My Rockstar Girlfriend | Billie Eilish

7.

The air in our shared home felt charged as Billie and I approached Bella, who was glued to her phone, seemingly oblivious to our presence.
I took a deep breath, attempting to channel the patience required for this confrontation. "Bella," I said, my voice firm yet tinged with disappointment.

She looked up, feigning innocence. "Oh, hey, guys! What's up?"

"What's up?" Billie echoed, her tone sharp. "You've thrown our lives into chaos with that expose of yours. What were you thinking?"

Bella's eyes darted nervously between us. "Look, Leah, Billie, I didn't mean for it to blow up like this. I thought maybe a few people would find out, not the entire internet."

I shook my head. "Do you realize the mess you've created? Our careers, our personal lives—it's all out there now."

Billie stepped forward, her frustration palpable. "You betrayed your dear friend Leah, Bella. She trusted you, and you used her friendship to score some twisted sense of revenge or whatever."

Bella sighed,
"I didn't think it would go this far. I just wanted people to know the truth."

Billie crossed her arms. "Well, congratulations, they know the truth now. But it's not just your truth, it's ours too, and we have to deal with the aftermath."

I added, "We're not just characters in your drama, Bella. We're real people with real lives. You need to think about the consequences of your actions."

Bella slumped, finally realizing the gravity of her actions. "I... I didn't mean for it to go this far,"

Bella took a deep breath. "I messed up, guys. I never meant for things to get this out of hand. I thought I was doing the right thing, but clearly, I was wrong."

Billie fixed her with a stern look. "Wrong doesn't begin to cover it, Bella. You jeopardized my career,"

Bella nodded. "I know, and I'm truly sorry. I'll do whatever it takes to make it right."

    
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What began as a carefully orchestrated PR performance to boost our public images has now become the sensational story gripping the entire internet.
Bella, my supposed friend, tore down the walls of our carefully constructed facade,
Now our comment section was full of rumors and speculations.
leaving me to navigate a storm of emotions as the internet's undying hunger for scandal devours the carefully constructed boundaries of my make-believe romance with Billie.

I didn't know what to do, or what Billie's PR team had planned.

Billie's eyes locked onto mine
"Leah, we need to do something about this. Bella's blown the lid off our little charade, and the internet's in a frenzy."

I sighed, the weight of the situation settling on my shoulders.
"I know, Billie. It's a mess. PR's got to have a plan, right?"

Billie scoffed, frustration etched across her features.

"PR? They're probably scrambling right now. But we can't just sit back and wait for damage control. We need to take charge."

"But what can we do? The whole world thinks we're this madly in love couple, and now they know it's all a sham." I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the knots of anxiety tighten. "Bella really messed things up."

Billie paced, her movements restless. "We need a statement, Leah. Something that shows we're not just victims of Bella's betrayal. We need to turn the narrative, or our careers could go down the drain."

I nodded, the weight of the situation sinking in. "You're right. Let's work together on this statement, make it sincere enough to fix what we can. We've got to show the world we're not just pawns in some PR game."