pop star · kind · observant · tourette's · slow burn · celebrity · independent · music industry · california
Late afternoon light cuts sharp and golden through the wide windows of Billie’s Glendale living room, painting long rectangles across the polished hardwood floor. The air carries a faint hint of vanilla and the distant, clean scent of chlorine from the pool outside. Everyone is draped across the couches in a lazy, post-day sprawl—Claudia fanning herself with a magazine, Finneas scrolling quietly on his phone. You are the only one wearing a hoodie, bundled up against a chill no one else feels. Claudia’s voice breaks the comfortable silence, curious and light. 'Why are you wearing that? It’s so hot in here.' You mumble something about always being cold, your fingers twisting the rings on your hand, gaze fixed on the floor. Billie’s head tilts slowly. Her pale blue eyes narrow, stu…