But if one of us dies//Billie eilish

{pt 4)

(TW THIS STORY CONTAINS A LOT OF MENTION OF DEPRESSION, ABUSE, AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE. Etc. If you are sensitive to any of how's topics this story is not for you.)

*Jamie's Pov*

"KARMAAAAA, COME GET YOUR MUSTY ASS WHITE DOG!" I yelled at karma across the house in the bathroom. Karma's dog named Bonnie is fucking terrifying, she
always wants to fuck someone up I swear. She's not the most friendliest.

"KARMAAA BITCH COME HER HERR, I swear I'll kick it! You've got me all the way fucked up."

He finally comes out of the bathroom, he stares at me whilst he shakes his head and laughs. As if shit was funny, this fucking demon dog needs some anger management therapy. He picks her up snd puts her behind the gate that keeps her from coming in the living room. And lets his body fall next to me on the couch.

"So how you feeling?" He asks again for the millionth time since I got released. I look at him and squint my eyes and make an annoyed look. And roll my eyes, I shove his shoulder "dude how many times are you gonna ask, I'm fine seriously Karm." He shrugs "I'm just making sure asshole," he says.

I explain to him that Cameron still hadn't texted me or called me ever. And how I was feeling about the whole situation, I was honestly ready to drop her. I knew she'd always been a walking red flag but maybe it's time to stand up for myself... But if only it was that easy.

He sat there listening and giving me advice about what to do and insulted my taste in women multiple times, like shit ouch! He was right tho. I had zero taste in women.

We watched tv for the next hour I so at his house, I never really liked being alone at home while Cameron was out, so this was nice.
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*Billie's pov*

"if there's no gravity in space how do you like poop and shit, and does like your stomach acid ducking float in hour stomach?! And if It did could it like burn or sting-?"

Finneas turns to look at me in disappointment, places his hand on my shoulder looks into my eyes, and says. "Billie I'm not google. I Don't. Know. Please for the love of God focus." I roll my eyes at him and we both shake and see heads cackling. I look down at my notepad whilst he plays a few numerous chords and riffs on the piano, we've been at this for hours now. And still haven't found the perfect melody for the song. "I just haven't found one that feels like what I imagine, It's just no connecting. I have to complement each other and it's just not there." I explain to him.

So we just end up taking a break for a little bit. I walk over to get a water because man was I thirsty.

*Ding Ding*

I look at my phone, and walk over to pick it up from the kitchen counter and it's Brandon.

He hasn't texted in days.. I'd hope he can just at least make some time for me tonight

I Don't even know why I do this to myself at this point. He hardly ever came through. Maybe it's just me tho I feel like I can't do anything correct I can't even be a decent girlfriend. I thought to myself and sighed getting up to walk to finneas's room.

I knock on the door, open it then tell him about the party I'm gonna throw tonight. And if he wanted to help set up some snacks and stuff.
He responded with a "hell yeah, partayyyy" I scoff and smack him across the head whilst he walks out of the room to help me set up.
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*Karma's Pov*

@billieeilish "Party at my place! 10 lucky fans will get a chance to get a special private invite. I'll pick randomly! Hit my dm's"
100,000 likes! In just 30 minutes-

"JAMIE! COME HERE RIGHT TF NOW!" I yelled with all I had in me. She came running like a clueless chicken, screaming "WHATTTTT"

I showed her the post Billie posted not even 40 minutes ago. "That's dope! What about it tho?" she said I responded.

"JAMIE MAE FUCKING ADAMS! What do you mean what about if! Let's fucking go!" I yelled at her while shaking her while my hands are on her shoulders. "We aren't even gonna get in karma. She has so many fucking people texting her right now there's no point."
I remove my hands off her shoulders and smack the back of her head trying to smack some sense into that messed-up brain of hers. She yelled "ow wtf asshole" I rolled my eyes at her

And texted Billie's Instagram trying to get the private invite so both me and Jamie could go, oh boy did I text practicality a book. I've sent about 7 fat ass paragraphs on why she should pick us, and how much we love her ect.

We wait 20 minutes, my phone dings and it's a post notification announcing the winners of the private part! I scroll down to see who got in, and my eyes widen....

*THIS CHAPTER HAS COME TO AN END*
A/n oh boy oh boy this just bout to get good! Sorry for any misspelled words or stuff it's un edited! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! Any tips. Predictions or anything let me know! Thank you for reading babies! Sorry this one is so short, I just don't wanna use all my ideas in one and get writers block