just a week | billie eilish

chapter 6 <3

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day 1

ameera

"hm?" i asked billie, who was eating a plate of breakfast.

"i just think that grapes are weird, aren't they? like they crunch but they also juice. they're so moody too!" she said, tearing off a slice of her toast and putting it in her mouth.

i thought about it for a second. why the hell does that make no sense and so much sense?

"you're kinda right, they can be super soft and or literally crunchy, like you said... or they could even be raisins!" i exclaimed the last part, sitting up straight at my revelation. she clapped her hands loudly, "exactly! see, this is why i like you." she said excitedly and i laughed.

"oh, we have shit planned today. we're gonna go shopping!" she said, scrolling through her phone. "my manager said we have to be ready to leave at like 12." she rolled her eyes. "ooh that's fun, but is it like publicity thing?" i asked curiously.

"its half and half. they're gonna be filming some sort of segment for gucci and then we get to spend the rest of the day alone and chill. i don't know how that's gonna go though because well.. you know." she looked me in the eyes while she spoke. her eyes were so blue and the light from the window cast over her pale cheeks perfectly.

she ran a hand through her hair, it landing back in the same middle part it was before. my eyes scanned her face.. her lips. she moved a little and wiped the corner of her lips with her thumb, pairing it with a smirk.

jesus christ. the things i would do.... wait what?

"got lost?" she asked with a smug smile. i put my hand over my face in embarrassment. did i really just do that... to my idol... im just gonna evaporate. "im sorry, i zoned out." i said, my cheeks hurting from smiling. she laughed and put her leg up in her chair.

"s'not the first time," she said quietly, cocking her head to the side. did it get hot in here or is it just me? "damn, it's hot. do you feel that?" i asked and stood up. what the fuck is this feeling? i grabbed her empty plate and put it back on the server's tray. i rolled it outside and came back, twisting the deadbolt behind me.

"have you seen this shit? the fandom is going crazy over this shit. i love it," billie asked, suddenly behind me. i jumped slightly and turned around. she shoved her phone in my face. it was a post from a fan page.

'i literally can't sleep at night. the content we're about to get omg. and they're probably having so much fun. bye im gonna go cry.' i chuckled as i finished reading. "i seriously love being in this fandom." i said to her. she nodded. "yall are some fuckin' idiots tho." and i laughed even harder. "no seriously, its world war 3 every other day. but you do great shit like this for us and you actually care. shit hits different." as i finished my statement i remembered that i was talking to the woman who'd literally saved my life.

she looked at me with adoration in her eyes. "bitch stop, im gonna cry." i said, joking through all my emotions. "shut uppp, emotional ass." she rolled her eyes pulled me into a hug and my head fit right into the crook in her neck. this is the place i've wanted to be for years.

i hugged her tight and pulled away.

"help me pick my outfit?" i suggested.

"oh fuck yeah." she said and raced up the stairs. "billie!" i shouted sternly. she slowed down and rolled her eyes at me. "okay, mom." she walked sarcastically slowly.

"okay but when you break your ankle and the wholeee fandom blames me, i wanna hear a 'you were right.'" i said pushed her slightly. she giggled, "whatever."