real/fake. billie eilish x reader

*THIRTY-ONE*

She got out of the shower and set my phone on the side table. She was just in her towel.
She climbed in beside me, waking me up a bit more.
"Hi." She smiled.
"Hey." I moved her soaking hair out of her face.
"It's three. You should probably get up and shower, if you want."
I groaned and smashed a pillow on my face.
I rolled out of the comfy ass bed and went to take a shower.

Billies POV:

Y/n went and got into the shower. Before I got in the shower, I posted something on her Instagram. I changed into something casual for dinner and brushed my hair. I decided to do that one braid that starts at the very top of your head, I fucking forgot what it's called.
I heard the shower turn off ten minutes later. Y/n came out wearing a pretty dark outfit. It was a green jacket with a skirt and black shirt.

Y/n's POV:

"Let's go explore the hotel, shall we?" I slung my bag on my shoulder.
"Why not?" She responded, getting up off the bed.
We had rooms on the top floor. In total, there were 16 floors.
There was a sign that read:

15- ice and water
10- cafeteria
5- lounge
1- lobby

I clicked the button for the 15th floor, I don't know why.
"Is the ice machine interesting to you?" Billie asked me, sarcastically.
"Yes, now be quiet." I crossed my arms, faking being angry.
She laughed and hugged me from behind, resting her head on my shoulder.
We ventured down the extremely long hallway. At the end of it was a tiny ice machine with a canister that held filtered water.
"Oh, wow. Very interesting." Billie said sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes. "Shut the fuck up, Eilish."
She laughed and we turned around and walked back towards the elevator.
She clicked the button and the elevator levetated down to the tenth floor.
We entered the cafeteria to the smell of coffee, at 3pm?
I looked around the room at people talking amongst their groups.
"Let's get some coffee." Billie offered.
"Yeah, that would be nice."
We stepped towards the coffee machine. A shit ton of old ladies were in line. They looked like the cast of The Golden Girls.
They got out of line with their coffee and Billie and I prepared ours and left.
"Those old ladies looked like they're from The Golden Girls."
Billie giggled. "Hey, I mean, you're not wrong."
I laughed and laid my head on her shoulder.
She clicked the button that took us down to floor 5. It was an extraordinary lounge. The sofas were very old lady-like, with a gold and brown vintage pattern. The carpet was a dark blue that complimented the other colors. The walls were a burnt orange color. There were vintage lamps, too. The stands were a copper brown that matched the couch. Basically, my great grandma's old living room. (RIP ❤️🙏)
"Dayum." I exhaled, plopping down on the sofa and taking a sip of my coffee, which was fire as fuck.
The sofas were fluffy, surprisingly. The air smelled old. In a good way, obviously. Like a thrift store.
"Ooh." Billie sighed. She laid her head back on the wall. "Damn, why the fuck are these so soft?"
"I'm wondering the same thing."
I checked my phone, it was 3:27. "Oh, shit! Come on, we have to meet them at 3:30 right?!"
She shot up immediately and sped walked towards the elevator.
We made it to the lobby and found Finneas and Claudia in a crowd of girls.
Billie and I stayed there, hoping not to be spotted. The crowd of girls slowly deteriorated. They all ended up with a picture with them or something signed.
When they were all gone, we went over. They were also wearing something nice.
(SLAYYY)

"Well, don't you two look amazing!" I exclaimed, walking over to hug Claudia.
"Ugh, you guys look even betterrrr!"
The four of us got into the car and sped off towards the restaurant.