LEOPARD LIMO - B. EILISH IMAGINES

004 - SHUT UP

cw: mentions of sexual harassment in very vague detail

switch-ish billie + slight god complex???

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"if you knew what's good for you, you'd stop hanging up when i have something to say."

"and what the fuck are you gonna do about it, billie?"

"you don't even wanna know. you're fucking with me at the wrong time and you know it."

"whatever the fuck that means. save that shit for when i get inside, i'm almost there."

billie knew she was wrong, fighting with a girl that wasn't even hers. still, she secretly loved it. the rush of an argument was undeniably electrifying, especially when it was with sydney. she adored how she looked when she was angry; flushed face, scowling, arms crossed. whenever sydney got truly heated, she'd point her finger in billie's face or push her away, which would lead to billie having to hold her hands hostage until she calmed down.

their relationship was complicated, though it didn't need to be. whenever they were together, they were the most affectionate people on earth. oftentimes, billie would get sydney something shiny and luxurious just to make her smile, and sometimes to break the ice after an argument. as toxic as it sounds, sydney loved it too. but they both knew there was something deeper to their connection than just sex and fighting and expensive gifts. the only thing holding them back was billie's fear of commitment; she felt that if she gave sydney her all and confessed her love to her, she'd end up losing her. that's part of what fueled her to start fighting whenever they weren't spending time together.

this particular argument was different from the others. billie saw an instagram story sent to her of sydney at a club, sitting next to some random guy. as soon as she saw his hands on her waist, all she saw was red. as much as she knew that they were on the same page about keeping their relationship—or whatever they had—private, she couldn't help but get so upset, so possessive when sydney was seen going out without her.

billie paced back and forth in her spacious living room after unlocking the front door, anticipating the sound of sydney's footsteps. her mind kept replaying that instagram story, only focusing on the anonymous man's hands sneaking onto sydney's waist. her face contorted with towering rage as she cracked her knuckles one by one, until the familiar sound of an opening door caught her attention.

"what is it now, billie?" a taut voice spoke.

billie tried her best not to let the lump in her throat get the best of what she wanted to say, but when she finally opened her mouth, only broken gasps left them. all she could do was stare at the alluring girl in front of her. she saw that sydney was dressed in club attire; tight, black mini dress accompanied by insanely expensive accessories and red bottom heels.

"did you just leave his place? hmm? you didn't bother to change?" she spat, eyes welling up with tears.

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

"him, sydney, that motherfucker that was all over you."

"there were a lot of guys all over me tonight, i was at a club. be more specific," sydney's attitude shone through her words. she was a bit exhausted, mentally and socially more than physically, and billie deciding to argue with her at 1 a.m. after a night out was more than unfavorable to her. normally, she'd be at home by this time, asleep or binge watching a netflix show.

"the one with his hands all on your waist, the one with the white shirt, he was sitting next to you and he was just—" billie's memory didn't serve her at this time. her mind was overflowing with a hurt so specific that she couldn't even begin to describe it. she was practically grasping at straws with her physical descriptors for this mysterious man, but sydney still understood her—brittle voice and all.