You knew me already?//Billie Eilish

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-Lisa's pov-

Max and I woke up slightly hungover from our drinks by the campfire the last day. Whenever he wakes up feeling dizzy, his first word in the morning is a loud "Fuuuuuck." 

He got up and showered while I decided to hop on a FaceTime call with my best friend, Hannah. We've been friends for a little over four years now, and she's the only friend of mine who knows I'm bisexual, except for like my family. It's not that I was ashamed of it; I never really cared to share that I like men and women since I only had one three-year relationship with my ex-boyfriend and never really dated anyone else. 

I quickly filled her in on what happened in the past 24 hours. At first, she didn't believe me when I told her I met and made out with Billie. She just told me to stop being delulu. I sent her a selfie that Zoe, Billie, and I took, and only then did she start to believe somewhat that I was telling the truth. Honestly, I wouldn't have thought myself either.

When Max exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, Hannah asked him again to reassure I wasn't lying.

"Tbh, I wouldn't have recognized her if Lisa hadn't pointed it out to me, but Billie was on that trip with us, yes," Max confirmed.

Hannah also had a minor freak-out because she liked her music, too. She wasn't as obsessed as me because she thought idolizing celebrities was stupid.

I continued telling Hannah about the DUB Festival we were going to tomorrow and the Surf Camp after that. I asked for her opinion on handling the situation since Billie believed that I didn't know or at least didn't recognize her. 

Hannah advised me to stop lying and tell her she seemed familiar because she would find out anyway. "Plus, bro, you can't act like you don't know her because everybody does. Plus, you listen to Paramore, Girl In R.E.D., and Frank Ocean and act like you don't know her. That's ridiculous. She will catch on to you eventually," she added.

Max and I made our way downstairs to have breakfast on the terrace. The owner of the B&B greeted us and asked about our tour from the previous day. We shared all the details with him. I then remembered that Billie mentioned she would create a group chat, which she probably forgot, so I quickly sent her a reminder.

Within minutes, I felt a vibration in my shorts and pulled out my phone.

'Bobby Portugal' added you to 'Surf Camp.' 

Then, another notification appeared on my screen. 

'Dante Portugal' changed the group name to 'Bamboo Lovers.'  That brought a smile to my face. 

I added Max to the group, and he uploaded a group picture of a stupid-looking close-up of Dante with a joint in his mouth, which he must have taken yesterday. 

The remainder of the day was spent exploring various landmarks, but we grew tired after a few hours due to the heat and the overwhelming crowds of tourists. 

We decided to rent a scooter and venture to a beach just 20 minutes away from the city center. There, we enjoyed reading books in the sun and occasionally taking swims. 

Max started talking to a group of guys jumping from a ten-meter-high cliff into the sea and joined them. It was scary as fuck to watch them. 

By around 5 o'clock, hunger struck, and we returned to town. As I sat on the back of the scooter, my hair air-dried as Max rode, perhaps recklessly. 

I still remember feeling very fucking happy in that moment. We returned the scooter to the rental and then looked for a place to have dinner. Our hamstrings burned as we climbed the hill to reach our B&B, which was a typical experience in hilly Lisbon.