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