Billie Eilish x male reader (Rewrite)

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A/N : For all the French speakers, blame google translate. 

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Unknown Location, Los Angeles, California 

Sunday, January 26, 2020

10:21 PM PST

"Two diet cokes, please, and spike mine a little," the bartender gave me my order right away. I thanked him, then made my way back to her and saw her smile as she saw what I was holding.

"You listen to my songs?" she asked, "Just starting to," I said and handed her the clean can. We clicked our cans in solidarity. She took a sip and said, "I thought you were more of the drinking type, like your friends."

"No, not that much."

I turned to see her staring into the distance and followed her gaze. I sighed as I saw who she was looking at.

"Does he do that often?" I asked, "Too often for comfort these days," She chuckled bitterly. They have been at it since the after-party, in celebration they said at first, then it was a game, now, at the after-after party, it's just chug! chug! chug!

"Why don't we call a rental and go home?" "You sure?" she asked hopefully. I nodded, "Yeah, I'll get them, and you make the order."

When I got to the couch, I found Nate passed out on Julian was blabbering some French tune while the other two were laughing for no reason. Fin took a break and slurred, "Isn't this the best after-after party ever, Y/N! Who the fuck even hosts after-after parties?" I chuckled, "That's a nice question. Why don't you ask Billie over there?" He turned to her; a look of guilt replaced his smile as they made eye contact. "We...uh...we need to go." "That we must." When the rental came through, I helped Fin get in while the others helped each other. In the end, when I started driving, Nate was on the floor, and they were using him as a leg rest.

"Go to Los Feliz," She looked at my confused reaction and went to fill in an address on the GPS. "It's Fin's house. Better there than at our parents." I nodded. The ride was silent at first, ignoring Julian's singing, then Billie took the aux and started playing some music that made the ride mellow out. Slow-paced songs from different artists, ending with the high note of a song which I later found out was called "White Ferrari" "You can never get it wrong with Frank Ocean," she said.

When I pulled over at the house, Claudia, I think, was standing on the driveway. "Wait for me here." she got out and went to talk to her. They didn't argue, but it was a while till she came back.

"Park the car here. You and your friends can stay the night but she's a little on edge so watch your steps." We opened the door and Josh stumbled through, carrying the guys in, saying that he got this. I smiled but hid it right away as I saw the stare Claudia was giving me.

I went in and gave Fin a soft nudge. After the initial look of confusion, he caught up and we helped him to one of the bedrooms downstairs. "Can you give me a minute with him?" asked Claudia, "Yeah yeah," We went and waited near the staircases.

"They can get into the extra bedrooms, you know," she said, motioning to the guys who were on the floor. I looked at Nate, passed out near the couch, and kicked his head. No response. "See, they're fine. They've slept on/with worse things," That earned a small laugh from her.

"Thank you, by the way, for all this."

"No need to thank me. All this was mostly our fault, to begin with, and besides, you let us stay here too, so consider any debt paid." After a comfortable pause, she followed, "At least you sleep in one of them."