Insomnia

𝟫. 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇

"Tate, can you read that?" I ask them, handing them my phone.

"Billieeilish sent you a direct message," they read casually before gasping. "Billie Eilish sent you a direct message!" They shout.

"Oh my god, open the dm! Is she tryna fuck? I bet she wants to fuck," Tatum shouts.

"What the fuck? No! She's not Amelia!"

"Ehem, I'm still here," my mom says, interrupting us.

"Oh, right, sorry," I chuckle. "I'll call you back later, I think I remember the rest of this recipe."

"Okay, talk to you soon. I love you."

"Love you to mom," I end the call, eager to read what Billie has said.

"Open the dm!"

"I will I will, let me rinse my eyes out!" Once I can finally see properly again I open up Instagram, immediately going into my direct messages.

Billie: are the flowers still alive?

"Did this bitch really ask me this?" I laugh, Tatum curiously peeking over my shoulder.

"The flowers were from her?" Tate gasps.

"Yes," I admit, setting my phone down on the counter, deciding I'd reply in a few minutes. I continued putting the meal together as Tatum sat on the counter beside me. "So, how come she brought you flowers?"

"She brought them as a thank you for working the day of the signing," I shrugged.

"Hmm," Tate hummed condescendingly. "Would you fuck her though?"

"Tatum," I scolded.

"Seriously, if you were both consenting sober adults, would you fuck her?"

"I mean, yeah."

~~~

After eating dinner with Tate they left to go on a date with Baylee and I took the time to cuddle up on the couch and re-open the message from Billie.

Billie: are the flowers still alive?

This was today, obviously, they're still alive.

Nya: Nah. I dropped them on my way back home

Billie: for real?

Nya: No bitch! They're on my nightstand

Billie: cute

Nya: *Cute*

Billie: i don't fuck with uppercase letters

Nya: Wtf why?

Billie: my brain hates the way it looks

Nya: Alrighty then...

Billie: don't bully me🥺

Nya: How the actual fuck was I bullying you

Billie: the '...' it gives bully vibes

Nya: Girl bye 👋🏻