Hard To Love

.23

Billie's POV

"Wake up.."

A heavy pressure on my arm woke me up, I slowly opened my eyes groaning.

"About time.."

Drew mumbled standing over me.

"How long was I out?"

"13.."

"Hours?"

"Mhm.."

She sighed shoving a water bottle in my face, I slowly sat up adjusting to the bright ass lights.

"Goddamn."

She laughed reaching over me shutting my blinds.

"why did you take them..?"

I leaned my back against the wall chugging the water, she crossed her arms watching me.

"I don't know man.."

"There had to be a reason-"

"Yea Drew I'm fucking sad! Is that what you want to hear!? Huh?!"

I tossed the empty water bottle on the floor glaring at her.

"No need to be a bitch..you can talk to me ya know.."

She sat on my bed beside me, I rubbed my eyebrow obnoxiously leaning my head back.

"I fucked up.."

"Yea..you seem to do that a lot.."

She grabbed my hand tracing her finger against my palm.

"I really fucking like her..."

I whispered glancing at her, she had a frown resting on her face.

"You say that about everyone-"

"No...no it's different."

She huffed leaning her head against my shoulder.

"What was so wrong with me...why don't you love me? Am I ugly..too fat?"

"No? What.."

"Then why am I not enough."

She said gripping my hand.

"Drew...I just don't like you like that.."

"Billie I fucking love you."

she said as her voice cracked.

"I just wanted to protect you.."

She whispered tears falling against my hand, I pulled my hand away from her standing up from my bed.

"You should go..I appreciate you coming here..and checking in but this isn't a conversation I want to have.."

She nodded standing up from the bed.