As soon as I hear the doorbell ring, I rush down the stairs and open the door. As I look at Billie, standing on my doorstep I just try to take in her beauty. Her eyes are so incredibly bright. I know that everybody keeps talking about the blue color, but I'm so amazed at the brightness. Her eyes can tell me so many stories, and they make me want to look at them forever. She's wearing a black hoodie and lime green shorts. Her shoes look expensive, although I have no idea where they're from. I can't even greet her before she closes the door behind her and grabs my face, kissing me roughly. Thank god Charles and Christina aren't home.

I open my mouth as I feel her tongue swipe against my bottom lip and I let out a moan as she moves her fingers under my shirt. She backs me up against the wall, pressing her knees between my legs while taking off her hoodie at the same time, not breaking the kiss. She's just in a white tank top, showing her beuatiful body. As she catches me staring et her, she bites down on my neck and I start panting. Suddenly, as she tries to take my shirt off I realise that she didn't come here for this. I pull away, trying to read her eyes.

"You wanted to talk about something," I say, crossing my arms in front of me.

"That can wait," she husks, attempting to kiss me again.

"Billie, for real. Something is bothering you," I say, just trying to understand. She sighs before taking a step back, looking away while biting her lip. ''I can't do this if I know that you've got something else on your mind.''

''I've been thinking,'' she starts. ''We always hang out with Kevin, Travis and Julia, right? Those are pretty much the only people that you are around right now. I just find it a bit weird that you would catch feelings for me,'' she mumbles.

''What do you mean?'' I ask. ''Are you high?''

''No, you idiot. Just listen. You are so fucking... great. In every way. You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and I can't get enough of you. That just makes me scared that you will find someone better, like...''

I furrow my eyebrows, trying to figure out who she's talking about.

''Travis.''

I almost let out a chuckle.

''What?'' I ask in disbelief. Does she really think that I'm interested in him?

''Yes. Ember, I know that you're too good for me,'' she says with a sad chuckle.

''And you think that Travis is better for me?'' I ask.

''I don't know-''

''Billie, don't do this!'' I snap, shaking my head.

''Don't do what?'' She yells.

''Don't act like you know what's best for me. I have told you a million times how I feel about you!'' I yell back.

''It's not that fucking easy!'' She screams. ''I have such a hard time trusting people, and you are not making it any easier when you keep giving Travis these looks all the time!''

''What are you talking about?'' I ask her. I literally have no idea what she means. I get that Travis and I had a bit of a flirty vibe to us earlier, but he is just my friend and nothing more. It annoys me that Billie can't trust me.

''I'm talking about you guys looking at each other as if you want to fuck all the time, even at the hospital the other day.''

''You did not just say that. I was comforting him! He almost died, Billie! Our best friend almost lost his fucking life, and you can't stop being jealous! Get a fucking grip!''

''I'm not jealous!'' She screams.

''Yes you are! You are literally the definition of jealous,'' I say with a chuckle. ''Get out of my house,'' I say, trying to stay as calm as I can.

''Ember-''

''Get out.''

She doesn't say anything, she just puts on her hoodie before opening the front door. She slams the door shut and I discover tears in her eyes as I look at her through the window. I sigh deeply before burying my face in my hands, walking upstairs. As I lay down on my bed, I unlock my phone, expecting missed calls from Billie, but there's nothing on my screen. Was she right? Do I love Travis? Is everything between me and Billie fake? The thought makes me anxious, and I lay down on my back, trying to take a deep breath to calm down. This is too much. Why didn't I just comfort Billie instead of snapping at her?

From nowhere, I feel a tear slip down my cheek. It slowly makes it way down my face before landing on my sweater, leaving dark stains on it. This fucking sucks. I hate fighting with Billie, because I love her so fucking much that everytime I tell her something that could hurt her, my heart breaks. I'm so fucking stupid. I don't even think before dealing her number and calling, rasing the phone to my ear. I purse my lips, feeling anxious.

''Hey, what's up?''

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. What the fuck?

''Billie I'm sorry-'' I get interrupted by a laugh.

''If you are actually talking to me right now, you are so stupid. You have come to my fucking voicemail, so leave a message... If you care.''

I sigh, shaking my head. This isn't happening.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door. I quickly whipe away my tears before getting ready to talk to whoever is on the other side of the door. A part of me expects it to be Billie, but I realise that it's Charles when the door opens.

''Hi, Ember!'' He says, not looking at me at first.

''Hey,'' I crack out, and his head snaps to my direction. His face expression changes from happy to concerned in a matter of seconds, and he approaches the bed, sitting down on the edge.

''What's wrong? Did anything happen?'' He asks. It feels weird to talk to him about this, considering that I haven't lived with him for that long, but I have to trust him.

''Yeah, me and Billie had a fight,'' I admit. ''To be honest, I don't really know what it was about. She's just so insecure about our relationship, and it's messing everything up.''

Charles sighs and gives me a small smile, probably thinking about what to say. He puts his hand on his chin and furrows his eyebrows before starting to talk.

''Teenage love is very complicated, that's for sure. You both are going through a lot, and that can sometimes make it hard to keep the relationship steady. Have you thought about couples therapy?'' He asks, making me furrow my eyebrows.

''I don't think-''

''I'm sorry, I was just joking,'' he says, before getting serious again. ''Did she leave after the fight?''

''Yeah, she called me out for 'flirting' with Travis and she started yelling when I called her jealous, and I told her to leave,'' I say.

''Oh,'' he breaths out. ''That's pretty intense, isn't it?''

I nod, sighing. I just want everything to be good between us.

''If I were you, I would go to her house and talk to her. Tell her your side of the story and try to keep calm, both of you. In that way, you guys can figure out a way to solve this without yelling,'' he explains.

''Yeah, that's not a bad idea,'' I say, giving Charles a small smile. He puts his hand on my shoulder, squeezing lightly before standing up.

This is going to be interesting.