can a week with billie eilish change your life?
ameera jackson, a broke college student from new york city applies to a spring break contest to live with her idol, billie eilish, for a week. she doesn't know her life will completely turn around.
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i woke up to knocking at my door. as soon as i opened my eyes, my head boomed with pain. i winced, stumbling on my feet. my stomach still felt queasy and i felt like emotional like a baby.
"im coming!" i screamed hoarsely and grabbed a sweater, throwing it over my fully clothed body, just to be safe. i unlocked the door and when i opened it, i saw a blonde head of hair and bright blue eyes. i gasped and ran towards her.
"billie oh my god," i said into the croock of her bed. she sniffled and i pulled back from her, seeing that she was crying. "don't cry baby, im okay, everything's good." i tried to comfort her and wiped her tears.
"i just missed you so much," she got out through her tears and i hugged her again, rubbing her back. "come inside," i grabbed her hand and pulled her in.
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"how are you baby?" she asked and i suddenly remembered last night, not all of it though. "well, i don't really remember much of last night, just the gist of it so i guess that's good." i said and she shook her head, fire behind her eyes.
"i hate that girl," she said, picking at her nails. "me too.. but um hey im sorry if i smell bad." i said and she cracked a smile, laughing. "you smell like a party," she said and i nodded. "im gonna go shower really fast, you can do whatever you'd like. my laptop is right there if you wanna watch netflix, the password is tacos18." i said and she giggled again.
"i missed that smile, billie." i said, grabbing my clothes and leaving the room.
after my shower, i stepped in front of the mirror, looking at myself. i had bruises on my shoulder and a huge one on my back, which was also sore from whatever happened. my stomach muscles are still sore from throwing up so much and my head still felt like it was going to explode.
i sighed and shook my head. how could i be so fucking dumb? why would i lie and tell her im okay? im terrified. but i have to be strong. what if i see that girl again?
i shook my head, blinking away my tears as i put on one of billie's oversized sweaters and sweatpants, not wanting to even think about my own body today.
when i walked back in the room, the office was playing on my laptop and she was bent over, looking in the mini fridge. i grimaced when she closed it, literally not finding anything. "we're gonna have to grocery shopping." is all she said.
"sorry..." i felt guilty about all the trouble i caused. she shook her head, "im not mad, i just wanna support you." she said and my nose instantly started burning with tears that wanted to come out. i don't deserve her.
"yes you do, i know exactly what you're thinking." she said while rolling her eyes and my jaw dropped. "this is like the second time you've read my mind, what the fuck." i said and she broke into laughter. "nah you always say that shit."
