i'm not broken - billie eilish

we know way too much

billie's pov

she should be here any minute now. why am i so nervous. i'm being stupid there's no need to be nervous.

soon enough there were knocks at my door, before i could even get up to answer them finneas was at the door. "hello?" he questioned confused.

"don't worry about it that's my friend gottagobye"i quickly said, grabbing her wrist and running to my room.

poor annaliese didn't even get a chance to speak yet, her lips were parted but no sound had come out.

"hi" i said, slightly out of breath. i plopped down on my bed, looking at her. the red glow of my lights somehow made her blonde hair shine almost neon.

"hello" she mumbled quietly, finally showing me a slight smile.

annaliese's pov

"hello" i said quietly while smiling softly back at her. i decided on my way here it wouldn't be horrible to be a little bit nice.

"what made you come over here so abruptly at...almost 9 at night" billie laughed while sprawling out on her bed. i watched her gaze focus on her ceiling instead of my face.

thank god.

"parents i guess" i replied and shrugged my shoulders. "plus i guessed it couldn't hurt to take you up on the offer" i added quickly.

i didn't want her to think i was using her just to get away from my dysfunctional father and my cowardly mother. that wouldn't have been fair to her.

i stood silently in her room, a couple steps away from where she was laying. "why don't you come over here instead of standing there like a dumbass" she laughed and scooted over, patting a spot on her bed.

i parted my lips in a sigh, hopefully i dont regret this. i jumped up on her bed and sat down in the spot she patted. 

"so" i said softly.

"sooo" she replied.

i shrugged and leaned against the wall opposite to her bed. i didn't really know what to say. i didn't know why she randomly wanted to hang out. billie doesn't even know me, and i don't know her.

"tell me about yourself" she said randomly, sitting up from the position she was in. i opened my mouth to talk but nothing came out.

what did she even want to know? i'm not that interesting. 

"um" i began, not really knowing what to follow it with. i didn't like opening up to people, i didn't want her to know enough about me. she'll know. she'll think i'm broken.

"my favorite color is like a cool grey. the kind the sky is after it storms for days. and i have a cat, his name is o'malley. my parents are married but they don't really like each other. i'm 16 and my birthday is february third." i spoke quickly, i didn't want her to retain too much of that.

"ahhh i see" she replied. "well my favorite color is anything but blue" she laughed and continued speaking "i'm also 16 and my birthday is december 18th, i have a dog named pepper, my parents are married and are disgustingly in love, my favorite hobbies are singing and bothering my brother." she continued laughing at her own words.

"what's your full name" i asked. a girl can't help but be a little bit curious.

billie smiled at me, "billie eilish pirate baird o'connell" she said while fidgeting with her rings. "long ass fucking name." i muttered and laughed a little.

"oh shut up what's yours?" she asked. i paused for a moment. i can't believe i'm sitting here telling her these things about me. sure they are basic, but not a lot of people know them. or care to know i should say.

it was kind of nice.

"annaliese rose brooks" i replied sheepishly. i hated my name. everything about it gave 'i was born in the late 1800's and died on the titanic'

"that's a pretty name" she smiled. "you're pretty" she added on. i did not know how to react to that, at all.

"don't compliment me" i rolled my eyes at the thought. i'm just like everyone else, if not worse. plus, i had plans on what i wanted to do with myself and she's going to interfere with them.

"you're so weird" she groaned.

billie's pov

"you're so weird" i groaned while moving my hair out of my face. i focused on annaliese as she scanned my room. every corner, surface and crevice. "you're also nosey" i joked and furrowed my brows.

"just analyzing" she smiled, "i like your room." i watched glanced over to a wall. not just any wall, the wall. i watched as she went to look at it, noticing the scribbles not fully hidden by my poor attempt to cover it.

"don't touch that" i said, not meaning to raise my voice but i did a little. something about that scared annaliese and she flinched. "i'm sorry" i whispered.

"no it's okay i'm sorry" she responded quietly. did i just fuck this up? are we right back to square one? "don't worry about it" i shrugged, for some reason i felt like i overreacted. i felt like i wanted to let her see.

annaliese's pov

"you can look it's okay" she finally said, softly, but she said it. "are you sure? i don't want to intrude." i meant it, i understood boundaries. and i wasn't willing to push hers if i didn't want her to cross mine.

"no seriously it's okay go ahead" she spoke while motioning towards the wall. as she motioned i watched her hoodie sleeve ride up a little bit, getting caught on the bandaids on her wrist before she quickly yanked it back down.

i tried to hide the frown on my face. we know way too much about each other after just one visit. hesitantly, i pulled back the cloth that hung up over the wall. my eyes went wide. it was covered in drawings and more words than a dictionary. i read a couple, stopping after about four readings as i felt i was intruding.

i didn't know someone so popular, someone so well liked, could feel this way. in a way it made me feel a little less isolated. a little bit less alone. despite the fact we were completely different in regards to the social scene we still had things in common.

"wow" i murmured, pulling the cloth back over the wall so it wasn't visible. "guess we're both messed up captain hook" i laughed a little at my joke towards her middle name. or one of them i should say.

it wasn't even really that funny.

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