I'm Obsessed (Billie Eilish) REWRITTEN

hidden feelings

" i don't know what you doing to me, you driving me crazy and i don't like it"

Billie*s POV:

I woke up from the sun beaming through my window. I slowly blinked my eyes open and stretched my legs and arms, feeling some warmth on my stomach. I smiled brightly at the sight, her laying half on top on my lower stomach with her arms wrapped around me, her hair all around the place peacefully sleeping. I sighed , thinking about last night event, sure it wasn't the best but at least i could convince her to stay the night and fully listen to me for once, but one thing is absolute bothering me . I don't know why but the moment she said we are friends , didn't sit right with me. I was happy at first, i mean i needed like years to get her to stop acting like a bitch to me all the time, but on the other side i wasn't really happy about it. I don't know what is wrong with me , i feel like she's driving me crazy and i don't like it. I really have to stop feeling something for her or whatever the fuck is up with me or my head. I wanted to be her friend , that's it. No more or less.

I sighed and slowly unwrapped her arms from me trying not to wake her up. I got up from my bed, stretched myself again , nothing goes over a good stretch for real tho. I walked over to my door and tried to open it as quietly as possible. I closed the door behind me and went down the stairs to the kitchen .

I grabbed the coffee from the cupboard, poured some into the coffee machine, and switched it on. I opened the fridge, hoping to find something edible. Honestly, we're too busy to shop for groceries, and I can't go out without being recognized, so we usually use Postmates. but that's besides the point, if i had known that she would stay here overnight i would have gotten something. Anything for her you know .

After looking through the fridge for ages i finally found some toast in the back of my fridge . You might be wondering who on earth keeps toast in the fridge. Yes, I do, so be quiet. I took the toast out of the fridge unwrapped it, grabbed  a few slices and put them in the toaster , while waiting for the toast and coffee, I took two cups and plates out of the cabinet and set them on the kitchen island. I took the coffee and filled each cup with some.

I was leaning against the island, scrolling through Instagram, and almost had a heart attack when the bread popped out of the toaster. I locked my phone and walked over to the toast, nearly burning my fingers when I took it out to put on the plate. That thing is always so hot it feels like you could burn down the whole kitchen with the toaster. I looked in the fridge once more and sighed with relief when I spotted an avocado tucked away in the corner—it was a better option than serving her plain, dry toast that could cause choking. I peeled the avocado, sliced it thinly, and placed the slices on the toast. Once I had finished making breakfast, I grabbed my phone, slipped it into my pocket, and somehow managed to carry two plates in one hand and two cups in the other. I hoped I wouldn't stumble and spill everything as I made my way to my room. Using my elbow, I gently pushed the door to my room open and walked over to my nightstand, where I placed the cups and plates. I returned, shut the door, and approached my bed, kneeling beside it while gently caressing her cheek with my thumb.

" hey sleepy beauty , i've got you some breakfast"

She mumbled something under her breath i couldn't hear before she opened her eyes , sitting up on the bed and rubbing her eyes.

" good morning" she mumbled in her sleepy voice and damn, it was the cutest thing  i've ever heard .

"good morning to you too," I said with a smile, as I turned to reach for her cup. "I thought you might need some coffee," I mentioned as I handed the coffee to her. She exhaled deeply before taking the cup and sipping it. I then got up, grabbed my own coffee, and sat beside her on the bed.