Spy's troubles... |Billie Eilish| Girl x Girl |

Day 2 (0.3)

~~~~~~~
Your POV
~~~~~~~

This kid, Ha.

This motherfucker, really thinks that being nice to me is gonna make my 'non-sense' it so sh calls it to cease.

Although I do appreciate it,

"How long we gonna sit here?"

The kid looked up to me, crossing her arms. "When my feet stop fucking hurting," She snorted at me.

I sighed. Great. "So for a while I'm guessing?" I asked her with a soft chuckle. She just shook her head, staring towards me. "No, just few or more hours," She told to me in a actually nice tone.

Okay. Freaky.

"Um. Okay?.."

"Few as in?" I asked in a stern voice. She just gave a simple shrug. "I don't know, 2 or 3? Or whenever you want I just need to rest my feet," She told in a soft sigh.

I stared to her with a raised eyebrow, "Uh- Okay.." I said before looking down to my hands. They started to receive bruises from when the kid had me tied up.

"Uh-" The kid started which caused my attention to look back up to her. My eyebrow was still cocked. "I know you probably don't give a shit but my name is Billie," She told me.

Why was she being so nice?...

This is honestly really weird, but oh well.

"Well. You're right. I don't give a shit." I told her, sitting up with my arms crossed. She sighed and looked down, running her hand up her neck. "Look, seriously, I don't want to fucking fight all the time- at least not while we're together." She told to me.

A bit of uneasiness refilled my body. "Mm..." I said softly. "What happened?" I asked her and crossed my arms. "Like why the fuck are you not being an ass to me?" I asked her with annoyance.

Billie looked to me. A soft expression was on her face and it made me start to soften. "Well, I realized how fucking annoying and tiring it would be to keep fighting and if we were to get- like maybe okay with each other then it wouldn't be that bad." She sighed.

My forearms go into the small crease between my thighs. My fingers began to play with one another and I felt a bit bad. "So, you're saying that we should try and become friends or some shit?" I asked.

She looked down and slowly bounced her head in a nod. "I mean, we don't have to become friends or whatever just... something so we don't fucking fight all the time.." Billie pouted.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're serious about this?" I asked in all seriousness.

Billie pushes a hand into her hair to fix it. "Yes, I am." She told. "I really don't want to keep fighting with you.." She told with a huff.

This is so weird..

Well, She's being serious so maybe I should just go with it.

"Well-.." I started, not really sure if I should actually let this happen. "Hmm.." I told softly. "Maybe." I told in a quick pace, "But now we are not fucking friends," I growl at her, "But we can try and talk normally," I tell her with a shrug.

But now...

Billie looked to me like what I said actually caused her a bit of inner pain.

Billie gave a slight sigh. "Fine." She said sternly. "Okay so do you wanna ... get going or something?" She asked still fiddling with her fingers. "Yeah, sure I don't care."

We both stood up at the same time. "Do you know where we are?" I asked her. Billie just shook her head. "Well, There's a city up there so maybe we can find a hotel room and ask around?" She told to me.