I was about to get out of my car, but a loud noise at my window made me jump. I saw two hands pressed against the glass.
What the fuck?
The person took off their glasses and raised slightly their hat.
Is that.... Billie Eilish?
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well hell...
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Anne's pov...!
It's six in the morning, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
We made it to the van successfully, without any interruptions like last time.
While I'm almost passed out on my girlfriend's shoulder, she seems to have more energy than ever.
"Hey, can we stop at a drugstore if there's one open?" Her voice pulled me out of my half-sleep, and I lifted my head from her shoulder.
"Why? You need a pregnancy test?" I mumbled "you know my fingers can't make that happen yet" I added with a sleepy smirk, letting my head fall back onto her shoulder. The familiar vanilla scent filling my nose.
She burst out laughing, her movements making my head bounce a little, I couldn't help but smile, her laugh always infectious.
"Nah, I've been thinking about doing something crazy for a while" she said, placing her hand over mine, her thumb gently rubbing the back of it in slow, lazy circles. There was a softness in the way she touched me that always made everything else fade into the background.
I hummed, urging her to keep talking. Her energy was already pulling me out of my half-asleep state, and I could tell she had something on her mind.
"I want to dye my hair, like, right now" she said with a hint of excitement.
"Oh really? What color do you want now?" I murmured, fighting to keep myself awake but amused, watching her fingers trace random patterns on the back of my hand. She'd gone through so many colors, but somehow she always made each one her own, like it was made just for her.
She chuckled and gave me a light pinch on the arm, just enough to make me fully wake up "dude" she mumbled, dragging out the word in that way she does when she's being playful "I wanna go back to black. I feel like it's my color, you know?" she glanced out the window as the van slowed to a stop near a convenience store.
I zoned out a little, my eyes half-closed as I watched her lean forward, chatting with Jimmi, her bodyguard.
She was explaining what she wanted with an animated wave of her hands, like she was talking about some grand plan rather than just a box of hair dye. I could see the guard nodding along, half-amused but mostly just indulging her as usual.
When Billie finished her little briefing and made her way back to the seat, she stretched out her arms, a sleepy yawn escaping her lips, and I instinctively snuggled into her warmth. She pulled me close, her chin resting on top of my head, and for a moment, it was just us again, the outside world fading away.
That's when it hit me, the dots connecting in my sleepy brain.
"Wait, you're not going to a hair salon?" I asked, lifting my head to look at her, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
