imagines | billie eilish

forget you

~ billies pov ~
chapter includes: idk... an imagine

6 months ago

i've been suspecting it for a while now, but i finally have enough sense to back up my suspicion.

y/n's cheating on me.

i can feel it, i've been putting two and two together.

this one time she came home after being gone all day. i thought nothing of it until we took a shower together.

she had scratch marks on her back. i knew it wasn't from me, my nails aren't long enough to leave scratches that bad.

i asked her what happened, she said her friend itched her back for her.

another day, she was texting someone, and when i sat down next to her she immediately closed her phone and put it down.

a lot of other suspicious shit happens too.

today, i'm gonna confirm my suspicion.

she told me she was going to a friends house, but the location on her phone says she's at the ice cream shop.

a common date location where we live.

so i drove there.

i pull up and see y/n's car, and her sitting at a table outside.

she's not alone, she's sitting with a girl. she has her arm wrapped around her too, as they laugh amongst their ice cream cones.

i watch as y/n pushes a piece of the girls hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead then her lips.

something she does with me.

my eyes fill with tears as i step out of the car, coming up to her.

"y/n what the hell?!" she looks up at me and her smile drops, looking like she'd just seen a ghost.

"billie, this isn't what it looks li-
"i've heard that one before! that's what they all say!" i yell.

"i hate you! we're done!" i exclaim. y/n starts running after me as i walk back to my car.

"billie don't-
"who is she?" i ask.

"shes....my friend. we're friends, billie." she lies.

"friends don't look at each other like that, friends don't kiss! friends don't fuck each other!" i cry out.

"we didn't fu-
"do you love her?" i whimper, wiping my cheek.

"...i don't love her." she denies.

"bullshit! you tell me you love me all the time!" the girl protests, making my heart break even more.

"don't call me. you're shit will be packed in the driveway." i spit, getting back in my car

present

i tried to learn to get over her.

i should hate her guts, but i can't.

still to this day, i love her. after 6 months, she still comes to my mind.

i forget about her most days, but some days she'll come to my mind, and i wonder if she still thinks of me.

today's her birthday. how could i ever forget it.

i remember how we would celebrate her birthday.

we'd go out and eat some vegan ice cream cake. i'd always get her a birthday card and a present, then we'd go home and make love.

at least that's what i thought it was. love.

when we first met, i'd never think she'd be the type to cheat, and fall in love with someone else.

i didn't block her, because i still love her.

she drunk calls me sometimes, telling me she misses and loves me.

i have to sit there and listen to her rant, as i try not to cry.

i still look at her instagram sometimes, her and that girl, ally, got engaged about 2 weeks ago.

i thought about how some nights when we were laying in bed, she'd tell me how much she loves me, and couldn't wait to marry me.

in her head, though, she was probably imagining that i was ally.

every time we cuddled, kissed, ate together, i was just someone she could pretend was ally, while ally wasn't in her presence.

i was just nothing but a filler.

ally and i share similar traits, i just reminded her of the girl she actually loved.

i'm at the store right now, picking up some cherries and ice cream. i'm gonna make myself a sundae.

i should treat myself, for not crying over her in a whole month.

i already have bananas at home.

it's so pathetic, but i loved her so much, that not missing her for an entire day is progress.

"ma'am, you dropped your wallet!" i hear from behind me. i turn around, wanting to die for even turning around.

y/n, holding my fucking wallet.

how funny.

i watch her visibly gulp, as i use every fiber in my body not to cry.

i take it from her, putting back in my pocket.

"thanks. happy birthday, by the way." i smile nicely.

"...thanks."

i awkwardly walk away, grabbing the cherries from the shelf. i go to self checkout, so that the cashier couldn't see my eyes brimming with tears.

i wanna hate her. i should hate her for what she did to me.

but i could never hate her.

a/n
this chapter was ass. sorry for not posting for an entire week, i have a cold atm and school is kicking my ass <3