Jason gave a halfhearted smile when Billie opened the door, shooting for reassuring but hitting more around a mix of relief and concern. But she had given him a little smile so there was a genuineness to the slight upturn of his lips. “Hey,” he returned, eyes darting over her to see how she was doing. “Like I said Lucky Charms on top. I think Lily secretly knew I’d be bringing some to you.” He stepped him, keeping close but restraining from hugging in case she was hurting. Billie would initiate the contact if needed. He set the two cupcakes down on the closest counter and licked the frosting off that he’d gotten on his hands hustling over. “How are you feeling?” He was still dressed in his pink polo from the morning and jeans, the collar obscuring his neck a little.
Billie scrunched her nose in response to Jason’s question. She felt crappy but she didnt think she needed to say that out loud. Instead the blonde stepped closer to her friend, close enough so that she could lean forward and press her forehead to his shoulder. It wasnt exactly a hug but Billie didnt want to chance him squishing her. She groaned more to relive some of the stress she was holding in now that she was in comfortable company. It wasnt usual for the pair to have quiet moments together but for whatever reasons it was happening more and more lately. Billie smoothed her open hand flat across Jason’s chest and lifted blue eyes to him, not wanting to talk about herself. “How are you feeling?”
Text: I’m sorry.
Text: Let me show you what it feels like to be ignored.
Text: I’m sorry.
Text: Will you still make spagetti surprise?
- Tagging → Billie Pierce and Juliette Wright.
- When → September 1, 2014.
- Where → Main Hall.
- Notes → Involves slight temperature play.
Text: Nah, its okay.
Text: I mean, Im probably the one that should be saying sorry.
Text: Okay, we’ll change the subject then. How are you feeling? Heard you got hurt during Football?
Text: Yeah last weekend. Better now, slow healing or whatever.
Text: I’m still working on a point system for tripping people with my crutches.
Billie stopped thinking about how most of her body stung from being repeatedly punctured with tiny needles about an hour into sheepishly accepting any help she needed from Ryder and down right refusing on things she could do herself. He wasn’t there to look out for her for any other reasons than what he inflicted on her. Ryder was awesome for agreeing to do the punishment for her, there weren’t many people Billie knew how to trust and she at least knew he wasn’t crazy. After a while though, with the painkillers for her ankle helping to dull everything else too, all she really wanted to do was sleep. It took her longer than usual to get to the door when the knock came but the blonde wasn’t trying to rush. She smiled a little when she pulled the door open to see Jason on the other side, a subtle sort of relief washed over her. As promised he was shoeless and holding a cupcake in each hand like a dork. “Hey.”
Text: I’m pretty sore but yeah, I’m okay.