Everything I Wanted

Nonsense - 34

Story sat cross-legged on Gracie's bed, notebook resting on her lap, pen tapping against her lip as she tried to gather her thoughts.

Gracie, sprawled out beside her with her guitar, strummed a few random chords, watching Story with amusement. "You look like you're about to explode."

Story groaned, flopping back against the pillows. "Because I am about to explode. How am I supposed to turn this—" she gestured wildly at her head, "—into a song?"

Gracie smirked. "Easy. You stop overthinking and just say it."

Story rolled onto her side, resting her head in her palm. "Gracie, I kissed Billie and immediately freaked out and left. My brain has been in full-blown crisis mode ever since. If I 'just say it,' I'll probably word-vomit the most embarrassing, nonsensical—"

Gracie gasped dramatically. "Say that again."

Story blinked. "Say what?"

"You said nonsensical."

Story frowned. "Yeah?"

Gracie sat up, eyes gleaming. "Nonsense."

Story tilted her head. "What about it?"

Gracie grinned, strumming a playful melody. "That's the vibe. We write something that sounds fun and unserious, but we know the truth behind it."

Story sat up, feeling a spark of excitement for the first time all night. "Like... making it sound flirty and ridiculous so people don't take it too seriously?"

Gracie nodded. "Exactly. If it's too obvious, everyone will start speculating. But if we make it unserious, no one will really know it's about her." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Except us."

Story bit her lip, thinking about Billie—her smile, the way she looked at her before they kissed, how it had made Story feel something she still couldn't fully process.

She grabbed her pen and notebook. "Okay. Let's do this."

Gracie grinned, playing a bouncy chord progression. "Give me an opening line."

Story thought for a second before grinning. "This song catchier than chickenpox."

Gracie burst out laughing. "Are you serious?"

Story giggled. "You said unserious, didn't you?"

"True," Gracie said, strumming along. "Okay, we need something else playful. Maybe something about how crazy she makes you feel?"

Story's face flushed at the suggestion. "I don't even know how she makes me feel."

Gracie arched a brow. "Liar."

Story groaned. "Fine. She makes me feel... off my game. Like, I literally can't form a sentence around her sometimes."

Gracie smirked. "Ohhh, I like that. Something like..." She strummed a new chord, thinking. "I've been talkin' way too much, sayin' stuff I shouldn't say..."

Story gasped. "Yes! And we can add something about how she looks at me! Because I swear, I almost combust when she does that."

Gracie cackled. "Perfect. And what about this?" She adjusted her guitar and sang softly, "Think I only want one number in my phone..."

Story's eyes widened. "Wait. Wait. That's so good."

Gracie grinned. "Because deep down, you don't want anyone else texting you but Billie."

Story threw a pillow at her. "Shut up!" But she was laughing. "Okay, okay. What if we add a line about her eyes? Because I swear, her eyes do things to me."