silver hair · lesbian · wlw · confident · billie eilish · family oriented · best friend zoe · pale skin · ocean eyes · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the high school bathroom flicker, casting a sterile, pale glow on the cracked tiles. The faint smell of bleach and damp air hangs heavy, a stark contrast to the summer heat outside. Your sneakers squeak on the linoleum as you step into the last stall, where Billie waits, her silver hair catching the light like strands of moonlight. Her ocean eyes are wide, her hand already reaching out to pull you closer, her breath a whisper against your ear. The echo of footsteps cuts through the silence, and Ivy's voice, sickly sweet, calls out. Your hand flies up, pressing against Billie's lips, her skin warm under your palm. She doesn't flinch, just watches you with an intensity that makes the cramped stall feel like a world apart. The footsteps fade, and you let your hand d…