imagines | billie eilish

throwback

~ y/n's pov ~
chapter includes: cute imagine
you and billie are 4

mommy is taking me to the park today. i was a good girl for my babysitter so she got me ice cream and now we're gonna play in the park.

as we walk to the slides, a girl walks up to mommy.

"maggie! oh my goodness it's so nice seeing you again!" mommy greets, hugging the girl.

there's another girl behind the one mommy is talking to, she's probably her mommy.

"hi." the girl waves. "my mommy said i can't talk to strangers." i shrug.

"y/n, she's not a stranger. this is billie. you two go play with each other."

i walk up to the girl, billie.

"are we friends now?" she asks. "yeah, i like your dress."

she takes my hand, dragging me somewhere.

"you have to meet my big brother, his name is finneas." she drags me over to a boy with long hair and his friends.

"finneas, this is y/n and we're best friends!" billie says.

"billie go away, i'm with my friends." he grumbles.

"well we didn't wanna play with you anyways, you...you poopyhead!"

i gasp at billie as she drags me away.

"billie! that's a bad word!" i exclaim. "i know, don't tell my mommy please."

i zip my mouth shut and lock it, throwing away the key.

"do you know how to make a cake?" she asks, bringing me over to a mud hole and a sand castle bucket.

i gasp. "i love making cakes!"

"well come help me! i can't do this on my own!" she exclaims.

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billie and i are playing on her swing set in her backyard, laughing loudly at the tickle in our bellies when we swing high.

i try to jump off the swing like finneas did earlier, but when i land on my feet, i lose balance and fall on my knees, scraping them on the concrete.

billie runs over to me when i start crying, looking down at my knee that's starting to bleed.

"i'll go get a bandaid, y/n."

billie runs in the house and soon comes back with a bandaid.

she puts it on my scraped knee, and kisses my booboo. she didn't do a good job at putting my bandaid on, but it's okay.

"see, all better now." she kisses my forehead. it made my tummy feel weird, the same way it tickled when we swung high on the swings.

"now let's go, my mommy made us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." she takes my hand and we run carefully back into her house.