a Little Blurry | Billie Eilish

⁹ cure

jordan pov

billie repeatedly calling my name from our outsode the bathroom isn't really a big help while being glued to the toilet. head first, might i add.

it's understandably hard to focus on gagging myself while my girlfriend keeps on yelling for me to answer her constantly repeating questions.

don't get me wrong. god bless her for caring about me and wrapping her head around my gratuitous stubbornness.

i feel horrible for making her believe the shit i tell her... the lies i keep on spilling. it needs to stop.
for us and the healthy future we want lying ahead of us.

...and that's exactly why i am calling naomi over for some much needed consultation and guidance.

naomi is by far the only person knowing how to handle my vexing circumstances and give me actual helpful advice like she told me she would.

she just knows much more about this industry and the disadvantages that come with our job.

sure, i could go to therapy but as you know, i don't need billie to worry about me when she's at the peak of her carreer. this girl already has too many things to endure, me being one of them.

also, a therapist isn't quite the right individual for this kind of difficulty. they would most certainly just tell me to go to rehab or on a 'well deserved vacation'...

...even though the second option isn't the worst idea. i'd need that sometime soon. when billie's got some more free time, i'll definitely take her on a little trip and take some time for us only.

"i'll see you then. thanks a lot, love." i say, telling naomi all she needs to know before hanging up.

as the screen closes, my caller list appears. my eyes fall on the last missed call. my dad.

let me call him back.

i figured that naomi will take a short while until she's here, will give me enough time to give him a quick ring back.

"hello dear, how are you? i tried to reach you earlier, thanks for calling me back." his energetic voice errupts into my ear, making me beam stupidly.

"hey dad, i'm good. what's so urgent?" i ask, walking into the livingroom and cleaning up stuff that's laying around.

"oh, i just wanted to let you know that your mom is flying in and she will be spending some time over... i guess she heard about you and billie's deal." he explains and my stare on the wall increases.

"wh- why doesn't she ask me first?" i question with a puzzled tone.

"i think she knew you would've told her not to come. anyways, she will be here tomorrow. get ready if she rings your door."

"i can't stand her here right now. i already have enough around me." i whine.

"jordan, i know. i'm just the one giving you the information. you think i want her over?"

true. he divorced her... makes sense.

my thoughts are soon interrupted by the door bell ringing.