𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 | billie eilish

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thursday - april 1, 2021

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧
𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑, 𝟔:𝟒𝟓𝐩𝐦
𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬

"I don't think I've ever worn anything uglier than this," I mutter as my eyes trace the shape of my clothed body in the dressing room mirror.

Billie and I are currently at Target, unnecessarily dawdling away time donning the most unsightly Christmas sweaters to find in the clothing section.

Not only are we celebrating her 17th birthday today, we are also commemorating our one-month-anniversary.

"That shit is hilarious," she talks under her breath at the same time as her chin is resting on my shoulder and her head is leaned against my lustrous hair.

Just as her gaze meets mine, a subtle smile tugs at her glossy lips.

Her eyes seem to brighten up a tad on account of the fact that my chest moderately shakes due to an insecure chuckle that uncontrollably escaped my throat.

"I'm so lucky to be with you," she murmurs while her pupils perceptibly dilate at the thought of us having been in an unofficially official relationship for an entire month already.

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿.

Despite that unbidden thought, without questioning my forthcoming actions twice, I cup her painfully cold cheeks with my hands and gently kiss her unhesitatingly.

Taken aback by the swift and direct physical response to her revelation, she stumbles marginally, eventually finding herself being pressed up against the wall of the small square changing room; by a fluke, of course.

What breaks our kiss after a bit is her smile which gradually broadens.

Nonetheless, she's evidently craving for more physical interaction and therefore smirks suggestively.

"Not here, I'm sorry," I state in hushed tones, raise my eyebrows a tad and shake my head minimally.

"It's okay," she accepts my decision and soothes my worry, "whenever you're ready."

"Thank you," I express my gratitude to her and turn away from her prior to pulling the sweater over my head and clothe myself in a hoodie Billie handed me earlier today.

We linger around the store for a little longer, reluctant to leave just yet.

For the first time in months I experience profound distract from the grievous reality, which is going to come crashing down on me as soon as I return home, and don't waste a thought on all the negative aspects currently exerting influence on my life and mental well-being.

In the end, we resolve to exit the shop as the clock strikes 7:30, since we have an additional plan for the hours ahead.

With songs such as 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗸 by 𝟲𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞, 𝗝𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗻 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀 by 𝗫𝗫𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗜𝗢𝗡 or 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲 by 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗻𝗱 we ride through the gloomy December night which overlays the city of Los Angeles with a pitch black blanket, obscuring the bright moonlight and the glow of the stars thousands of miles above our planet.