More than just billie?(Girlfriend of my brother)

The birthday

A few days had passed, and today my brother was celebrating his birthday with our family. The mood was festive, and the scent of grilled food filled the air. My parents had lovingly decorated the garden, with colorful balloons and streamers hanging everywhere.

I was helping my mother prepare the food when my brother arrived with Billie in tow. Billie appeared confident and relaxed, and her eyes immediately sought out mine. I tried to avert my gaze and focus on the food, but it was hard to ignore her presence.

After a while, my brother came over to me, grinning broadly. "Hey, little sister, how's it going?"

I forced a smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. Happy birthday, by the way."

"Thanks," he said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "By the way, Billie mentioned she wants to talk to you. Maybe you two can sort things out."

I nodded silently and looked over at Billie, who smiled confidently and walked over to me. My brother squeezed my shoulder and went back to the other guests.

I took a deep breath and approached Billie. "Hey," I said softly.

"Hey," she replied, taking my hand without hesitation. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," I said, leading her to a quieter corner of the garden, away from the curious eyes of the others. We sat on a bench, and Billie looked directly at me.

"I'm sorry about what happened the other day," she began, not breaking eye contact. "I know it hurt you, and that was never my intention."

"It really did hurt," I admitted. "I thought there was something between us, but then... I didn't know what to think."

Billie sighed and squeezed my hand tighter. "There is something between us. And I want to be honest with you. Your brother and I have a complicated relationship, but what I feel for you is real."

I looked at her, unsure of what to think. "What do you want, Billie? Do you really want to be with my brother? Or is there more between us?"

She smiled gently and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "I am with your brother, that's true. But I can't ignore my feelings for you. I really like you, and I want you to know that."

"That doesn't make it any easier," I said quietly.

"I know," she said seriously. "But I'm willing to figure it out if you are. I want to be honest with you and with myself."

At that moment, my mother came and called us for dinner. Billie and I returned to the others, and I tried to push aside my confusing feelings and focus on the celebration.

During dinner, Billie sat next to my brother, but her eyes kept wandering to me. Her confidence and honesty had impressed me, and it was clear that this story was far from over. We had a long way to go to figure out what we really wanted, but I was ready to walk that path with her.