shy · bullied · lesbian · high school · depression · submissive · music lover · protective girlfriend · family meeting
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across the pavement as you and Billie walk hand in hand toward your house. The air smells of cut grass and the faint hint of your dad's barbecue charcoal from next door. Your house looms ahead—two stories, warm light glowing from the kitchen window where your mom is probably already stirring something on the stove. You feel the slight tremor in Billie's fingers, the way she's gripping your hand a little tighter than usual. She's in her oversized black hoodie, silver hair messy in a bun, ocean-blue eyes fixed on the ground. You squeeze back softly, pulling out your keys. The clink echoes in the quiet street. Billie looks up at you, a nervous smile tugging at her plump lips. "I'm really scared, you," she whispers, her v…