it was weird how we met, never had i seen her before amongst the crowded campus courtyards. it seemed like some sort of higher power had sent her to me, reminding me that life still had some happiness within in. her eyes offered what i had craved fo...
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liked by bellababy and 32,567 others wherearetheavocados: still pretty bitch :) thank u to everyone who came to the show last night!
View all 400 comments decompgrl well that answers that ig.. jenna.eilish oh! okay!
i wake up the next morning in an empty bed, a text on my phone explaining her absence.
9:37 a m
billie>hi mama, i'm heading to the gym + running a few errands:) ur welcome to stay though, i wanna see you today. i left my old key card on the desk so you can get back in the room.
> oh and feel free to snoop around, make urself at home <3
i stretch out kicking the blanket off of myself before sitting up. my phone is exploding with instagram notifications as it seems the drama accounts have gotten ahold of my post. i regret airing out my business on instagram a bit, i guess in the moment i forgot i have enough pull on social media for this to be a big deal. i grab the spare key off of her desk, pulling the hood over my head and making my way to my smoking bench. i invite arabella who meets me at the door.
she's still in her pajamas too, hair in two braids that sit at her shoulders, she holds two cups of coffee, one black for me and one with way too much cream for her "good talk or bad talk first?" she asks as we make it to the bench sitting against the cold metal.
"bad first, then good will cheer us up?" i take the hoodie off draping it over the back of the bench then put the cigarette to my lips, bella lighting it for me.
"you are all over social media, everyone seems pretty desperate to figure out what exactly happened last night." she takes one for herself sparking it before shrugging her shoulders "syd's been texting me all morning, i guess she had to private her account."
"probably should have cooled down before i went public with everything." i flick the cigarette taking the phone from arabella which displays all of the hateful messages and comments syd was receiving. some of them were warranted but others were going way too far. i guess this forces me to make a second statement.
"probably. i don't know, she's not doing well with it at all. she feels pretty shit about the whole thing, as she should, but i wish people weren't being so cruel." she takes another long drag "not that any of it is your fault, not like you told them to do anything."
"yeah but then again i didn't tell them not to." i type at my phone, trying to find a way that sounds professional and i suppose in a way grateful but not accepting? i don't know why people expect me to be in anyway professional at my age but here we are.
