𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 • 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝

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𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲

I left the house to go meet some people interested in Ross after his ride last night and stopped on the way home to pick up coffee for my girl.

Except when I got home my girl was in shambles, sitting on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands as she faced the mirror.

I'm surprised I didn't just fling the coffee away to reach her.

Marley cries harder when I kneel before her and touch her face, turning away from me and burying her face in the bed.

"Sweetness..?" I mutter.

I don't want to push her but at the same time, what the fuck?

She lets out another strangled sob, shaking her head into the pillows. Her phone is gripped hard in her hand, like she's guarding it with her life.

She's already hungover and she told me before I left that her head was pounding and she just wanted to sleep all day so this isn't a good sign.

I go to place my hand on her back but before I can she's up and pacing around the room. She clearly wants to occupy herself because she walks, grips the end of her bed, walks, picks up a water bottle, walks, looks into the mirror of her vanity but her reflection just makes her cry more.

"Okay, Marley, baby." I stand up, having enough of this. "Look at me."

I cup her face and make her look into my eyes. Her mascara is smudged under her eyes and she's desperately trying to wipe it away.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I murmur, brushing her bangs back. They need to be cut again, growing out a tad too long now. "Did something happen?"

She cries out again and shrugs helplessly. "I just hate my hair, Billy, I really do."

I frown. Her hair? Her hair is not the cause of this.

"... What? Marley-"

"It's so puffy and frizzy and I hate it. I hate my thighs and those jeans I wore yesterday."

Those flares are her favorite jeans.

"Baby, what are you talking about? Why are you-"

"My height makes those jeans look awful. They don't suit my height and make me look fucking stubby. I don't even like them."

"Marley, why are you saying this? You love those jeans and you know- hey!"

I'm cut off by my own harsh yell when she goes to whack her forehead somewhat normally but seemingly forgets her phone is in her hand. Her phone harshly hits her head.

"Marley!"

She meets my eyes, looking like she's just snapped out of a trance suddenly. She blinks a few times before handing me her phone and mumbling the password.

"That hurt." She quietly says and I wrap my arm around her shoulders, kissing where she hit herself as I see what apparently started this whole meltdown.