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make you feel okay

make you feel okay

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"Truth or dare, Billie?" "Dare!" She cries, sitting up and crossing her legs on the bed. The pillow we've been tossing finds itself squarely in her lap, and she hugs it like a stuffed toy. Drew grins widely. She looks at me. Then at Billie. Then, her eyes narrow. "I dare you to kiss Penny," she says in a low whisper. My gaze whips over to Billie, who grins widely. She looks me up and down in one smooth motion, clutching the pillow to her chest. She bites her lower lip, and I blush scarlet. "Alright." - Penelope Stone has been falling in love with her best friend for four years. And now that her best friend is becoming an overnight sensation, she's terrified that she'll never get the chance to tell her how she really feels.
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Billie blinked. "Wow," she said tightly. Her smile was more strained than a bra two sizes too small. "How long have you two been together?" "Oh no no! Not dating... yet?" She added, her hand sliding up my thigh so casually you'd think she did it every Tuesday. "Oh, fuck me," Billie muttered to herself, standing abruptly. "Getting a drink," She didn't wait for a response, or permission, or the Lord's blessing. Just turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd like a storm cloud in eyeliner. - Billie took a gulp from her cocktail like it was water in the desert and she'd just crawled out of emotional quicksand. Half the drink disappeared in one go. I blinked. "What is in that?" "Vodka," she said flatly. "And...?" Sophie asked, voice a little too polite like she was a customer service rep bracing for a Karen. "Vodka," Billie repeated, nodding like she just solved a riddle. "Do you still have those photos, Lynx?" she asked suddenly, voice low and laced with something unreadable. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, unwavering. "The nude ones. From my house. A month ago." Her lip curled into a subtle smirk, the kind that belonged in a courtroom or a very expensive lingerie ad. I cleared my throat. "Do you... want them?" Billie shrugged. "No. Just wanted to make sure you still had them." She drained the rest of her drink like that sentence hadn't just broken the vibe into a million awkward little pieces. "Yo, what's this about photos?" a very drunk man asked, stumbling over with the grace of a wet sock. "Who the fuck invited you?" Billie snapped, her voice slicing through the noise sharper than a guillotine in a Gucci ad. I stared at him like he was an IKEA instruction manual written in Klingon. "Piss off, Liam," Billie muttered, already over it.

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