Y/n is a workaholic who has had little to no experience with love, and family issues. (LMFAOOO) whenever she meets Billie, it's almost love at first sight. Smut, alcohol, and drugs warning. Please read the epilogue, it has the list of main character...
I finished my workout and drove back to my apartment. Honestly, I didn't feel like going in to work again, but it was better than going in all day tomorrow. I cleaned myself up and got into my uniform, which is usually a pencil skirt and some colored button up. Sometimes even a blazer. I curled my hair and took a picture for my Instagram.
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❤️💬🗞️ offthetopofmymindfresh out of the gym, headed to work. Dreading it. Load comments...
I scrolled through the recommended accounts. There was only a recommendation.
billieeilish☑️ followed by ynsboothang
I tapped on Billie's account to see why she's verified. She made music. I opened her Spotify, she had a shit ton of followers. I was kind of intimidated. I shuffled her songs and got in my car. I made sure to follow her on Instagram, she immediately followed me back. Whenever I get inside of my office, I greeted Celia and plopped down in my chair. I saw 10 thick files on my desk and frowned. As I flipped through the files, my ears filled with Billies music. I had my ear buds in and usually, I would be listening to a podcast. The rain started thudding on the window harder by the minute. At one point I even thought it was hail. I closed the last file and slammed it on my desk. All the papers read, signed, and stamped. I check the time, it's 11pm. The office officially closes at 12. I stood up to stretch. I was extremely tired. I said goodbye to Celia and tell her I'll see her Monday. She offers to walk me out to my car, but I decline. It's pouring on me as I made my way outside. I ran over to my car to find all of the windows smashed and the tires flat. "Fucking bitch!" I slammed my fist down on the hood of my car. All of my shit is gone and now I have no way home. I would have called Finn, but he has a strict sleeping schedule and would kill me if I ruined that, so I called the only other person I knew. "Hello?" Says a groggy voice on the other line. "Hey." I sniffled. "Someone attacked my car. All the windows are broken and tires are popped." "That sucks." "Yeah, it does. Do you think you could come pick me up?" I heard a groan then a yawn. "Yeah. Send me the addy." "Sure." I sent the address to her phone number, and that's when I realize I haven't added the contact yet. "Do you want me to stay on the phone til I get there?" "I'll live." "Okay, be there in 10." And in those 10 minutes, I spend my time thinking about Billie. Just her. Mainly considering my options. I'm scared of loving someone, but there's something about her I've never seen nor felt for anyone else. I do not have a crush on her. I do not have a crush on Billie Eilish. I met her yesterday. Fuck. I don't have a crush on her. I slap myself and say it out loud, just a whisper. Then again, a bit louder. Until I'm screaming 'i don't like Billie fucking Eilish'. Luckily, she did not hear me panicking as she pulled up. I walk over to her car, shivering. "Hey, Billie." "Hi." She says, rubbing her eye. "Do you mind if I..." I say, gesturing towards my soaked shirt. "Go ahead." She gives me a soft smile and starts driving. I slowly unbutton my shirt and slip it off. She offers me a jacket from the back of her car and I accept it. We drive in silence, I believe she was half asleep in that moment. I often caught myself staring at her. Admiring her jawline and her nuetral expression. Her arms gripped tightly on the wheel. I looked her up and down. She was wearing an extremely tight undershirt with some basketball shorts. Damn. I was sitting here with her jacket and my skirt. There was very little separating us from each other's skin. She reached into the compartment in front of me and grabbed napkins, brushing my thigh as she pulled back. She handed them to me and said "You should wipe off your face before your makeup gets ruined." "Yeah. Thanks." I took the napkins and looked her up and down again. She hadn't looked at me the whole time. But, somehow, she knew what she was doing. I wanted to get her back. As I was taking the hair tie off my wrist I 'acidentally' flung it into her lap. "Apologies." I said, reaching in to her lap and grabbing my hair tie. It 'slipped' out of my hands so I had to go and grab it again. She watched me as I leaned my head up to the roof of the car and put my hair up. And when I noticed, her eyes were on the road again. We both knew, in that moment, we wanted our hands on each other. Or, at least, I wanted her hands on me. It may be just because I've never had a girlfriend. At least since 7th grade. But, still. I didn't even know if she's even the slightest but interested in women. I would ask her but, that is an incredibly random thing to ask out of the blue. She dropped me off and I said goodbye and thanked her. She smiled. "Anytime." As soon as I got upstairs, I plopped down on my bed and fell asleep, dreaming of Billie.
