delicate | b.e.

eight.

BILLIE

Fallon's been gone all day and I'm bored as hell.

I'm at this house, alone, with nothing to do.

And it's deafeningly quiet.

I know it's weird to say, but I kind of miss Fallon.

I miss my fucking captor.

What is wrong with me? Fallon's not even a good person.

The door opens and Fallon comes in. "Hi, love." She sighs and takes off the tie she's wearing.

Hot.

No, Billie, shut up.

"Hi." I reply. "You okay?"

"Fine." She nods. "I'm gonna go shower."

"Okay." I respond. She walks out of the room and I lay back on the bed.

The door opens again and James comes in. "Hey."

"Hi?"

"Figured you could use some company." He shrugs. "What happened to 'don't expect a friendship here?'" I ask. "Just shut up." He rolls his eyes. "Fine." I mumble.

"So, you doing good here?" He asks. "I guess." I shrug my shoulders. "Fallon hasn't threatened to stab me in a while, so I'm cool." I chuckle.

"She told you her name?"

"Yeah, why?" I ask. "Damn, she must really like you." He laughs. "Fallon? She does not like me." I shake my head. "She's not as hard on you as she usually is. She's been different since we took you in."

"She has?"

"Yeah. She's s-"

The door opens and Fallon comes in in a towel. "James, out."

"Yes, ma'am." He nods and walks out of the room.

When the door shuts, Fallon drops her towel on the floor and I cover my eyes. "Uh, hello? I'm right here."

"I know and I don't care. It's my room too." She shrugs.

Don't stare, Billie, don't stare.

"You can look."

"Huh?" My eyes widen. "Don't be shy, love. We're both girls." She laughs.

She's so confident and that's something I like about her.

I don't even care if it's weird.

She finishes getting changed and gets into bed with me. "Want something to eat? I'm sure you're starving."

"Yeah, I am." I nod my head. She furrows her eyebrows and stares at me. "Why is your face so red?"

I'm still nervous from seeing.. everything.

"Uh... it's hot in here?" I say almost like a question. "Oh." She says. "Anyways, what do you want to eat?"