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I leaned back in my gaming chair, feet kicked up on the desk, eyes locked on the screen as my fingers flew across the controller. Explosions and rapid gunfire filled the room, mixing with the chill beats playing through the speakers. Renee was stretched out on my bed, flipping through music on her phone, her presence always adding a low hum of peace to the chaos of whatever game I was playing.
A smirk crept onto my face as I landed a clean headshot. "Gotcha," I muttered under my breath, totally in the zone. But my concentration was interrupted when Renee's soft voice cut through the game sounds.
Today was the first day off I'd had in a while, and all I wanted was to spend it playing games. Renee had agreed to come over and just watch me play. Sure, it had been a minute since we'd properly hung out, but even though we hadn't been talking as much lately, we were still good. Together in the way we always were — comfortable, easy.
"Hey babe, are you almost done playing? I'm getting lonely over here." She pouted dramatically, rolling onto her stomach and resting her chin in her hands.
I chuckled without turning around. "Lonely? I thought you had your music to keep you company," I teased, swerving just in time to avoid an ambush in-game. "Besides, I'm pretty much the MVP right now. I can't just abandon my team. Tragic, I know."
She let out an exaggerated sigh, clearly trying to get my attention. "Well, maybe your girlfriend wants some attention too," she hinted, the smile in her voice impossible to miss.
Before I could respond, one of the guys in the game lobby chimed in with, "Pfft, sure. You? A girlfriend? Get outta here."
Renee raised an eyebrow, catching the comment, and sat up, her mischievous grin lighting up her face. I muted the mic and glanced over at her, shaking my head. "Don't even think about it," I warned, though I couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, it's happening," she whispered, getting up from the bed and leaning against the back of my chair. She grabbed the mic with a smirk. "Hey, boys. I just thought you should know—Billie definitely has a girlfriend, and I'm right here."
