BILLIE EILISH IMAGINES ⛔slow updates⛔

INSECURE

Warning: use of drugs and alcohol, mentions of self harm and depression

We met when I was 17, she was 22. It was at some college party I got dragged out of the house to go to. I honestly didn't want to go but my best friend at the time begged me to go since she had no one else to go with.

I couldn't just let her go alone so of course I went. I was completely out of my comfort zone in a tight bodycon dress and some heels. My hair straightened and some make up, it was far from the leggings or sweats and a t-shirt I'd normally wear.

Eventually throughout the night I got bored and walked outside to the back yard by the pool and sat down with a cup in my hand. Eventually I felt a presence next to me and i look up to see a boy with bunchy dreads and a big grin on his face.

"Hey, I've never seen you around here before. You new in town?" I sat there picking at my nail polish nervously before answering him. "Um no I've lived here a while. Just don't go to parties much."

"Ah ok. You look a little lonely, you got a boyfriend?" My hearts started to race for some reason at that question. I mean yeah i was single I just didn't get hit on as much. "U-uh I mean-" before i could finish my sentence it was interrupted by the sound of a husky female voice.

"Denzel leave the poor girl alone you're scaring her." We both turn to be met with a girl with blue eyes, pale skin and black hair with green dyed roots. "Oh c'mon she pretty."

"Dude go find tyler or something." He gets up from beside me kissing his teeth before running inside. "Sorry about him, he can be a bit of a hoe sometimes." I let out a small laugh as she sits next to me. "Its fine I'm just not used to people trying to get at me."

"I don't see how with that pretty face of yours. My name's Billie by the way." She holds out her hand as I take it giving her a firm hand shake. "Imani, nice to meet you." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a blunt and a lighter. "You smoke?"

"Yea every once in a while." She sparks the blunt before taking a hit and passing it to me. The whole rest of the night we sat and just talk about dumb shit and exchanged numbers. As the months went on we grew closer and started dating. In the midst of all that my grandpa had passed away.

That man was my best friend and even took care of me for a few years of my life. Hell I lived with the man too so losing him was like losing a very big part of me. Because of that I had relapsed and started self harming again.

I tried to hide it as best as i could, always wearing a bunch of bracelet, long sleeves and never wearing short pants or dresses. I isolated myself and even when Billie did come check on me I sort of would just go mute around her and I felt bad because she soon felt like she did something or I had done something.

But none of that was the case and she quickly learned that. "Imani why don't you ever talk to me anymore? I feel like I did something wrong."

"You didn't do anything Billie I'm just going through shit right now." She had a frustrated look on her face with her jaw slightly clenched. "Imani are you talking to someone else behind my back?" I look up at her with furrowed eye brows.

"No Billie why the fuck would I do that? I love you too much to go and do that, even after you told me about your previous relationship I don't have the balls to do something that bold." All she did was look at me like I was crazy.