Addicted

"Where were you?" Mia asks as I shut her door. I lean my back against it and stare at the floor, thinking back on the memories from tonight. The way Billie held my hand, the way her lips felt on mine, the way she softly kissed my scars.

"Ivy?" Mia asks concerned, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. "What?"

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"Like what?" I ask, going to lay completely flat on her bed.

"Like you just kissed your crush or something" she jokes.

"Actualllyyyyyy" I tease, staring at the ceiling.

"SPILL NOW" she exclaims.

"Well, you just said it. I kissed my crush" I smirk.

"Wait what? You haven't told me who your crush is" she furrows her brows in confusion.

"Yes, I have, many times" I laugh.

This can't even be real.

"What?" She asks, and the confusion displayed on her face makes me burst out laughing, grabbing my stomach with my hand.

"I'm so- I've never seen you this happy. Are you high?" She asks.

"High on looove" I joke.

"Okay stop right now and tell me what happened" she rolls her eyes.

"Okay okay okay" I repeat,  sitting up.

"Billie kissed me," I say with a fucking clown smile across my face.

"What?" She asks completely in shock. "Billie? As in Billie Eilish!?"

"Yes as in Billie Eilish"

"I need proof"

"I can show you our texts but I didn't fucking film it"

"You're really telling me that your first kiss was with Billie Eilish?" She asks, still trying to process this.

"That's exactly what I'm saying" I smirk.

"Okay I don't even know how to process this, I'm going to take a shower"

"Have funnn" I say.

She looks back at me as she walks into the bathroom with a smile on her face.
I just lay there staring at the ceiling until I hear my phone buzz.

I quickly pick it up and I'm somewhat disappointed seeing it isn't Billie.

Bree: Can you call me?

I quickly hit the 'call' button and hear soft cries on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Can you pick me up?" She whimpers.

"Yeah, where are you?" I ask, standing up from the bed, slipping on some shoes.

"Uh I don't know"

"Drop your pin, I'll be there right away."

I knock on the bathroom door.
"What?" Mia yells through the door.

"I gotta go pick up Bree, I think she's drunk" I shout back, over the sound of running water.

"Okay," she says.

I hop in my car opening the pin she dropped.
The closer I get to the location I get this unsettling feeling.

I pull up next to a bus stop, where I see her sitting on the concrete sidewalk, hands covering her face.

I park the car and run out to her kneeling beside her, rubbing her back.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I don't know, I-I think Denver and I are over" she stutters through her sobs.

"Let's get you cleaned up," I say, helping her stand up and walk to the car.

We pull up to Mia's house. She's been here a couple of times so she knows the place okay.
I help steady her as I lead her upstairs into Mia's room.

"What happened?" Mia asks as I set Bree down on her bed. She's still sobbing, mascara running down her cheeks.

"She was on the side of a random road," I say concerned, as I slip off her shoes.

"Oh Bree" Mia whispers.

"I-I don't even know what happened." She cries.

"Shh, it's okay," I say while running my fingers through her hair.

"Mia, can you toss me a makeup wipe?"

"Yeah" She agrees, walking over to her vanity and handing me a makeup wipe.

I softly wipe off the mascara stains on her cheek and remove the rest of her makeup.

"Wait here okay?" I say to Bree and she just nods, curled up in a fetal position.

I grab Mia's hand and walk her downstairs to the kitchen.

"What's going on?" She asks while I grab a glass and fill it with cold water.

"I don't know, she asked me to call her and then asked me to pick her up. I found her crying on the side of a street. She said she thinks her and Denver are done. But who knows" I say, opening a drawer and pulling out a washcloth.

"Poor Bree" Mia pouts.

"I think she works tomorrow morning, I don't know" I sigh while running the washcloth under cold water and grabbing the glass.

"What a way to end a night that could have been so perfect" I roll my eyes.

"Hey, it was still perfect right?" Mia asks while we slowly walk up the stairs.

"Yeah" I mumble while opening up the door.

I take Bree's hand and pull her up.
"Drink" I command while handing her the glass of water.

Mia just stands back watching us, leaned up against the wall. I don't know what's going through her head right now but I shrug it off.

Once Bree has taken a couple of sips I take the glass from her and lay her back down, placing the cold washcloth on her forehead.
She finally closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.

"I'll sleep in the guest room, you okay for the rest of the night?" I ask Mia.

"Yeah, I'm good," she says while crawling in bed next to Bree.

"Good night" I whisper and grab my duffel bag, then walk to the guest room down the hall.