Lexies POV

"LEXIEEE"

"BILLIEEE"

No more words, just the worlds longest and tightest hug to ever exist

"I missed you too much"

I can't respond, too busy crying into her neck

"It's okay, I'm here now" she whispers as my body practically shakes in her arms

I just hold on tighter, if that's even possible

Her hand begins to gently stroke my hair as I struggle to pull myself together, now I'm slightly embarrassed as I realise the amount of people that must be watching me in this state right now

"It's okay" I hear her gently whisper into my ear

I slowly pull away from her hold, looking into her eyes which are also swimming with tears

"Let's go home" she whispers, tucking some hair behind my ear as I nod gently in response

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"your eyes are sad" Billie whispers as we lay staring at each other in her bed. It feels extremely good to have her home with me... "Let me see your legs"

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion

"Pull off your joggers" she says matter of factly, a gentleness in her voice

"Billie... huh?" Pure confusion all over my face

"Just do it Lex"

I trust her too much and so I do, pulling down my joggers so I'm sat in my knickers

She looks down at my thighs and stares at all my scars. She's seen them a billion times before so I don't exactly understand why she needs a refresh look but here we are

She just stares at them for a few moments

"Bil what are you doing? You've seen them before, why now?"

"I'm just checking"

"Checking what?"

She doesn't say anything just remains concentrated, scanning my arms exposed by my shirt sleeves and lifting my shirt slightly to look at my stomach

"Billie seriously what you doing?"

Then she just hugs me really tight "I'm proud of you, I'm so so proud of you"

"Going to need some more explaining to my medical harassment" I giggle, half joking, half confused

"I'm keeping count and I wanted to make sure the number didn't go up" she admits sadly, still hugging me

That makes my heart feel all sinky, I hate worrying her like that

"I don't like that I worry you"

"I'm your best friend, it's my job to worry about you in excessive amounts lex"

"The number didn't go up" I say in a whisper

"It didn't, I'm so proud" she smiles, adjusting us both so my had lays on her chest, "talk to me lex, tell me what's going on"

And so I do. Rambling on for god knows how long about how shitty school has been, how much I've missed her, how I feel about mom and her tendencies to clearly not want to me a mom anymore. Billie just listening and gently playing with my hair