I Love You

thirteen

tw: alcohol and parties

I sat back down on the floor against the bathtub, studying Billie as she closed the door behind her. I was just then noticing how she was dressed. She had white baggy joggers on that had the Louis Vuitton print on them, she had a black, fitted long sleeved shirt on with a Lebron James Lakers jersey on over it. Of course she had all her jewelry on as well.

She studied my face, standing over me, a concerned look on her face. I looked down into my lap. "What's wrong?" I heard.

"Nothing. I'm stupid drunk," I replied, slurring my words a little bit, trying to focus my eyes back on her.

She giggled at the sight of my drunkenness, "I can tell!" the mood lightened a bit. "Who was that?" she asked after a moment.

"Who was what?" I acted dumb, a lopsided smile on my face. 

She seemed to get tired of my act real quick, "you know who I mean."

"Oh... Mike?" I asked, putting an unnecessary amount of emphasis on the k sound in his name. She laughed a little at that.

"So you like him?" she asked, seeming very interested in my response, her smile slowly returning to a relaxed state, waiting patiently for my response.

I didn't necessarily like him. I mean he's cute, but I want Billie. I didn't say that though, "maybe," I finally responded, an evil smirk creeping across my intoxicated face.

She seemed a little disappointed with my answer. Her expression quickly changed to a smile in an attempt to mask how she initially reacted. "Oooooo," she responded, raising her full ass eyebrows up and down at me. It didn't sound that enthusiastic, but I could tell she was trying.

I wouldn't have normally commented about how weird she was acting with me, but I was drunk, so I did. "What?", I asked, laughing a little bit. "Why you being so weirddd," I pressed her, barely able to form the sentence.

She was shocked by my observation at first, eventually she nervously laughed, running her fingers through her hair. It was then that I saw her truly blush for the first time. She looked so cute with a little extra red on her cheeks. I decided to drop the subject before she could answer, "Where's Eric?", I asked, genuinely curious.

Her mood changed as she decided to sit down next to me. "Talking to some girl, he says they're old friends," she answered, getting comfortable, shrugging nonchalantly at her statement.

"Interesting, he had enough of your crazy ass for one night?", I joked, causing her to laugh. "Could neva be me," I mumbled to myself under my breath.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," but I think she heard me because I saw a smile form on her face as she looked away from me. I felt a little better after sitting with Billie for a couple minutes. I checked my phone to see what time it was, shocked to see that we'd already been there an hour and a half.

I tried to stand up, explaining that I wanted to find my roommates. I barely got up before I began losing my balance. I felt Billie grab my arm and my waist, steadying me. I couldn't help but look up at her and smile. "Maybe we should get going hun," she suggested. 

It took a lot of effort for Billie to gather us and get us to her car. She practically had to carry us there, we all linked arms or leaned on Billie throughout the short walk. I had my arm up around her shoulder, practically choking her, using her for balance. "You look cute as fuck," I told her, studying her expression as she was determined to make it to the car.

She looked over at me, her face just a couple inches from mine, still keeping our pace steady as we walked. Her cheeks got rosy as she smiled at me, eventually breaking our gaze to look for her car.

"OooooOOooooO," I heard coming from the other side of Billie where Dani was hanging on Billie's other arm. We all let out a bunch of giggles.

"Shut the fuck up," I blushed, "it had to be said."

I honestly think I fell asleep in the car because I barely remember anything else. I remember Billie helping us into our dorm and putting us in bed. That's about it.

I woke up the next morning, the light from the window too bright to stay asleep. I tried sitting up, feeling immense pain in my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed them, getting up and shuffling through my bag for some pain killers.

The hangover wasn't so bad once I drank a lot of water and ate something, but my day seemed to drag on. I didn't have any texts from Billie the whole afternoon, it had me trying to remember if I did something to upset her. 

I remembered kissing Mike, but I didn't really care. I don't like Mike like that plus I'm sure tons of bitches get drunk and kiss him. Plus, why would Billie care?

My roommates and I decided to take the day slow, just unpacking and organizing our dorm a little bit.

We went out to the supermarket to stock up on snacks. While I was there I finally got a text from Billie.

Billie: i need somebody rn

Billie: i'm picking u up in 20, i'll explain later

My heart dropped at the thought of her being so upset. My mind raced for reasons that might've caused this.

By this time, it was evening, the sun setting. We rushed back to the dorm, they started unpacking our groceries as I tried to put on something that didn't show my hangover. 

I ended up in leggings and a big hoodie, grabbed my wallet, and went downstairs to see Billie.

I saw her car outside the main doors so I instantly got in, anxious to find out what was wrong. I studied her as I buckled in. She barely looked at me, no expression or emotion in her face. She was only in sweats, normal people clothes. I stayed quiet for a minute, expecting her to explain herself.

She never did. Billie quietly put the car in drive and got on the road.

"What's wrong?" I eventually asked, my tone showing how truly worried I was. She looked like she was getting ready to reply, breathing in and slightly opening her mouth. I interrupted her when I saw her turn onto an unfamiliar road, "where are we going?"

"My place," she responded in a monotone voice. I expected her to answer my other question so I stayed quiet.

Eventually she continued, "don't worry about me. I will explain everything when we get there," she let out in a soft tone, her voice shaking a little.

It was only about 15 minutes before she pulled into the driveway of a fairly small house. It was then I realized I might be meeting her family for the first time. My anxiety started to get to me as we got out of the car, approaching the front door, but I quickly went back to worrying about Billie.

She opened the door, "I'm back," she yelled to no one in particular. "Don't say some stupid shit, Jade is here," she added.

An older woman with wavy brown hair and an adorable, friendly energy walked towards us from down the hallway. Must've been her mom.

"Jade!" she yelled, pulling me in for a hug.

"Maggie?!" I mimicked her, hugging her back.

"I've heard so much about you," she went on to say, backing up to get a look at me. This made me smile. "Wow she's so prettyyy," she said in a lower voice to Billie, dragging out the last word.

"Well duh. I told you she'd be," Billie scoffed, a little smile appearing on her face for the first time tonight. Seeing her smile loosened my mood up, instantly bringing me comfort.

Maggie and I engaged in a little bit of small talk, she was so damn sweet, I could've talked with her all night. Billie eventually peeled me away from her, dragging me down the hall to her room as I yelled goodbye to Maggie.

Her room was lit up by red LED lights, reminding me of the party last night. It was very Billie in Billie's room, it smelled like her and represented her perfectly. Sneakers sprawled about the room and posters sloppily hung.

Y'all gonna like this next chapter. It's what you've all been waiting for.