"Billie..." I trailed off as I saw her sitting on my chair once more, her lips dry and her hair in a tangled mess. Her cheeks were wet with tears as she sniffed, her hand coming up to her nose wiping off some snot. "They're going to kill me, Kennedy. They said so this morning" She said, through sobs and I felt my heart break. I walked up to her and she instantly gripped my waist crying into my white shirt. Her body vibrated as she cried loudly, the only sound in the dark room. I looked down at her brown hair, the dye completely out and some sponge laying here and there. I hesitated before carefully holding her head and lightly rubbing her cheek. Compassion wasn't my best trate but for Billie I'd try. "I don't wanna go, Kennedy. I-I don't wanna go" She repeatedly begged and I shook my head, a lone tear rolling down my cheek, "I'm sorry, Billie" 05/16/19

A couple nights ago i had this crazy dream about Billie and i thought to myself: Why not make it into a story? I hope this Story will make you smile as much as it made me lmao that shit sound gay af ^

she's falling in love

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧" 𝐆×𝐆