pretty lunatic | billie eilish

ch. 3

Alex's back flexed as she adjusted how she sat in her seat. She never thought she'd hate her own car like this. But she guessed sitting in it for three weeks straight would make anyone hate their car. She blinked while her hand hung out the open window, rhythmically tapping against the door. Eyes dilated when they laid upon her through the big glass window of the café. The pretty brunette. Who's name was Billie, apparently. Alex gained this information by following the girl into the shop one day and stealthily listening for the name she gave the barista, Billie.

Billie. Billie. Billie.

Alex found herself fond of it, it was different. Not too many girls she knew were named Billie. She found it to be quite difficult to get her last name, though. The streetlight above her flickered and buzzed. She watched her laugh with who she assumed were her friends. They met here at least once a week. The three of them would talk for two hours over drinks before lingering outside next to their cars, then they separated. Then Alex would follow the girl home, a route she's memorized by now, along with her address and driving pattern.

She was parked across the street. Car running in the now familiar spot next to the curb. Her dark eyes stayed fixed on the girl. Alex was starting to get antsy, she's been waiting for too long and patience wasn't one of her strengths. She hated this, she hated waiting. She wanted to talk to her, to touch her.

She wanted to keep her.

The twenty-two year old felt like she was going crazy with anticipation. It felt like she was going to explode if this continued. The next thing she heard was her phone buzzing around in the passenger seat, she picked it up without taking her eyes off the brunette, aimlessly answering it. "What."

"What do you mean 'what'? Where are you?" The baritone voice that belonged to Rob boomed through her phone speaker, she couldn't really react to it. She was too caught up in the woman she was watching, "Out." She mumbled absently. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched the girl walk out the small shop alongside her friends, grinning widely while she spoke, laughing afterwards. The sight made Alex's stomach turn, completely forgetting she had Rob scolding her on the phone. "Yeah, okay, I'll see you later, Rob." She hummed before hanging up, cutting the older man's further questioning short. She wondered about what they would talk about. Maybe whatever they did for work or relationship related things. The type of small talk Alex despised. Turning her key in the ignition while they jingled, she watched the girl wave her goodbyes and get in her car.

Just like the many times before, she stayed fixed on the girls car as she drove home. Billie drove a Dodge Challenger. Sexy car just like it's owner, Alex often repeated this phrase whenever she'd see it. She made sure to keep at least one car between them, not wanting to make it too obvious. Some indie rock song she forgot the name of softly played from the speakers, fingers tapping against the steering wheel to the rhythm. She watched the black car roll to a stop at a unfamiliar house. Alex hasn't seen her go to the house before, she seen her get out her car and slam the door behind her, leaning her butt against the hood of the car. Alex chose to drive a bit more down the street and park in front of some random house, continuing to watch her. She kept a skeptical eye on her until she watched a guy step out of the house and make his way towards the small brunette. They exchanged words she couldn't comprehend when he finally got to her car.

Just seeing him smile at her made Alex scoff in disgust and reach over to her glove compartment, pulling it open to grab the nine millimeter and rest it on her thigh. Who was this clown? And why is she talking to him? Alex shifted in her seat as she watched them.

The thought of them being related crossed her mind. That was until she watched them embrace each other, and his hands going a little too low for her liking. The sight made her trap the heavy metal on her thigh in a death grip, her knuckles protruding. They pulled away and continued talking through smiles. She said something that made the both of them laugh before he slung his arms around her waist, pulling her close. The fire in Alex's chest was spreading rapidly, heart racing.