best friends? || billie eilish

3 - down time

ROSE'S POV

i finally got to cam's house, trying my hardest to forget the little breakdown i had in the car before i got here. i have no idea why it happened, and i sure as hell don't have the mental energy to figure it out right now.

i got out of my car and told my car thanks for the ride. i love her so much, got her custom made with a rose in the front. she's my baby.

i walk up to the door and knock, within seconds my best friend's smiling face opened the door. i saw her little baby golden retriever running over to me. i knelt to him and started petting him and giving him little kisses.

"hi kirby, did you miss your aunty?" i saw in a baby voice. what? i love dogs. puppies especially.

"wow. i'm offended." cam said putting a hand over her heart.

"shut up" i said standing up and hugging her.

we walk over the couch and sit down. there's a variety of snacks and drinks on the table.

"so, i'm proud of you for being invited to that event. you really have come a long way." cam says giving me a smile and holding my hands.

"thanks, i'm really just thinking about all the people i'll see there. i mean if you think about it H.E.R. might be there. do you know how much gay panic i'll experience in that scenario?" i say getting progressively louder the more i speak.

"dooown girl," cam says dragging out the "ow". "what we should be talking about is what you're gonna wear. have you thought about that yet?" cam asks laying back on the couch.

"have i thought about the designs yet? no. but i do know who i want to design my dress." i explain grabbing some doritos from off of the table. this girl knows me too well.

"and that is?" cam asks lifting her head up.

"my mom. duh." i say eating a doritio.

"i'm sorry what?" cam says sitting up fully.

"bro, my mom has been designing my clothes for me since i was 13. the thing i loved about her most is that when i was growing up, she realized i was growing up and realizing my style would change. so she would always take note of the clothing i'd buy and design clothes in that style. our mother daughter time was spent in her room designing and making clothes. and she would design jewelry and have my dad make it. me and my dad did a lot of engineering stuff. like he would let me watch and help him make things in his workshop. we made this thing called a dime hockey board once and," i stops and chuckle a little bit. "sorry i was rambling." i say looking at cam.

"oh no, now you have to finish the stories. i'm invested." cam reassures me with a smile.

"oh okay. well we made this thing called a dime hockey board once, we made a toy for my aunt's little girl, and a lot of other stuff. my parents never had problems with me even when i was going through puberty and shit because they knew how to give me help when i needed it, but also how to let me handle my own stuff when i wanted/need to." i lay back and speak, almost as if every time i explained something a clip of the memory would play in my head like a movie.

"wish i could say the same, my family really did try their best when i was growing up. but so was i. i can't even explain the reason why it was so difficult raising me." she says laughing the last part.

"well enough with the story sharing. let's be fat and watch netflix." i laugh out before eating two more doritos.

we turn on netflix and start watching cocomelon. yes cocomelon. look, like a month ago we turned on cocomelon as a joke because we couldn't find anything else to watch. since then we just kept it going. we are currently on season 2 episode 2. very proud of this, yes.

BILLIE'S POV:

i get myself together and leave the bathroom. i go to the fridge to grab a water and i see one of the most unholy, terrible things mankind has managed to make.

sparkling. water.

this can't be.

it just can't.

i'm only feeling one thing right now.

pissed.

i put on the oven mit and grab that bottle of abomination out of the fridge and carry it to the living room.

"someone please tell me what the hell this is." i demand holding up the bottle of spicy liquid.

"don't ask us, your brother brought that." my dad says pointing at my traitor of a brother.

i look at him with an, "is this true?" look.

"you can't be mad at me. i have an order for a bunch of bean burritos from taco bell on the way." finn says holding his hands above his head.

i look at finn, then the disgusting bottle, then at finn again.

"how many." i ask, though it came out sounding more like a demand or something than a question.

"15." he answers putting his hands down.

i open the front door and sit the bottle outside. after shutting the door i walk over and sit next to finn on the couch.

"it'll do for now." i say grabbing the remote and giving it to my mom.

we sit on the couch and turn on rick and morty since i requested to watch it. i seriously love my family so much. even though finneas is stupid sometimes.

like seriously. who likes sparkling water? it's just spicy water that defeats the entire purpose of water being refreshing.

i would continue but i think that the author just wants to end this chapter so we can get to the interesting stuff.

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she's right, she's very right.

welp, next chapter is gonna be a lot longer than usual. and it has the events of the ball so, be excited 😌

take care of yourself okay? i really want you to just take a break and focus on you for a little while. watch a movie, listen to music, eat junk, just do something you enjoy :)

also what's your favorite song? no specific reason i just wanna know :)

i love you and i hope that you're okay <3