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(Flashback to 3 days ago)
"Hey...Y/N, please talk to me. Come on, you can't avoid me forever." Billie pleaded with you while you stood across the kitchen of your tiny, shared apartment in LA. You were leaning over the stove, making dinner for the two of you, but hadn't spoken for a week...not since the kiss.
You crossed your arms, furrowed your brow, then turned to her and said, "Actually, Billie, I can.". You then turned back to your cooking, to see it had burnt and boiled over a bit. "Fuck." you muttered, and went to grab a towel, but as you reached for it, Billie grabbed your arm lightly, making you turn and look at her questioningly.
"Y/N, I didn't mean to hurt you, I really didn't. I was so drunk, and so were you. I wish things could go back to how they were before, you know? Inseparable best friends-"
"WELL, THEY CAN'T!" you shout angrily, shaking your arm free from her grasp. The spatula you had been holding clattered to the floor; you looked at it, and put your face in your hands, defeated. After a moment, you sighed and looked up at Billie, who had a sad look on her face. Calmer now, you said, "Billie, you know how I feel about you now. You know. Nothing will be the same, at least for a while. When you kissed me the other night, I thought it meant you felt the same; it broke me so bad when you told me you didn't. So, please, just give me some space for a little while to get over you." Your voice cracked, and you turned back to tending to dinner, so she wouldn't see the shiny tear rolling down your cheek.
"Dinner's ready", you said after a moment of silence and collecting yourself, and grabbed some bowls and silverware out of the cupboards.
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(Present)
"Ow, fuck", you giggled, as you stumbled into your door. It was 2:30 AM on Saturday night, and you had just gotten back from drinking way too much at the club. Of course, you and Billie still weren't talking from the other night, so she had most likely already gone to bed and locked the door. Huffing exasperatedly, you fiddled with your keys, attempting to unlock the door, but it was hard for two reasons:
1) You were drunk off your ass and could barely see the keyhole, and
2) The pretty girl (who was also quite drunk) you were bringing home had her hands all over you, and her lips practically attached to your neck.
You both giggled once more; then, by a stroke of dumb luck, the key slid into the lock. You turned the door handle, and grabbed the girl with you by the wrist to bring her inside. You shut the door behind you, kind of loudly, and immediately pushed the girl onto the wall beside the door. You were heavily making out, and she spun you around and pushed you onto the wall, continuing to giggle softly and make out. Facing the kitchen now, you saw a light switch on, your eyes slightly open between lip-locking the girl. Your eyes moved to the light switch, and there was Billie, just standing and looking at you with, what seemed to be, slight sadness. She was wearing just a big t-shirt, probably woken up by the loud slamming of the door. You- the girl now biting your ear and kissing your neck, your hand in her hair and both hands roaming all over her body- just looked Billie up and down, your chest rising and falling rapidly from being out of breath. You were sure you looked like hell, eyeliner smudged and all, but Billie still looked.
After a moment of locking eyes with Billie, you lightly pushed the girl back and, with your eyes still on Billie, whispered into her ear, "Let's go to my room.". The two of you stumbled drunkenly, still almost pressed up against one another, to your room for the night, the other girl still oblivious to Billie's presence. You led the girl into your room, and, before shutting the door, looked at Billie once more. Then, you quietly ended the staring contest between you two, the door closing with a click, leaving Billie standing alone in the kitchen you two shared.
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(The next morning)
Your eyes squinted painfully against the morning sunlight shining in through your sheer curtains. Propping yourself up on one elbow, but still leaving yourself covered, you rubbed your eyes and picked up the alarm clock sitting on your bedside table; 11:24 AM, it read. You sighed and swung your legs over the side of the bed, walking over to your closet and slipping on your robe. While doing so, you glanced back at the girl from last night, still asleep in your bed. You rolled your eyes at your previously-drunken self- to be honest, she was kind of annoying.
You then walked across the hallway to the double bathroom you and Billie shared. To your dismay, when you pushed the door open slightly, a tired-looking Billie stood in front of the mirror with a toothbrush in hand. You didn't look at her- instead, you just walked right up to the mirror, and took a look at yourself from last night. Though most of your makeup had come off, faint traces of eyeliner still made their way across your upper cheekbones. You swiped your finger over them quickly, and then picked up your toothbrush. You and Billie stood side-by-side, not saying anything (partially because of the toothbrushes in your mouths). You glanced at Billie, and saw she was already looking at you.
"What?" you said harshly, spitting toothpaste into the sink. You rinsed your toothbrush, and before Billie had a chance to answer, you walked out, pulling the door a bit shut behind you- immediately bumping into the girl from the night before, sparkly high heels in hand, trying to leave. You awkwardly smiled at each other for a minute, trying to think of what to say, when Billie came through the door. She stopped abruptly, and all three of you just stood in the small hallway. Finally, the girl spoke:
"Uh, thanks for last night..." She started, blanking on your name.
"Y/N." You reminded her, annoyed that Billie had just witnessed this awkward interaction.
"Right- well, uh...see you around?", she asked you.
"Yeah, yeah, for sure." you said, not really meaning it.
After the door closed, you went to the kitchen to find Billie already making breakfast. You leaned in the doorway, and tentatively asked, "So...are we gonna talk about last night?".
