imagines | billie eilish

patricks auto repair shop

~y/n's pov ~
chapter includes: g!p smut, dom billie
was going through my wattpad emails from years ago and it showed me the chapter names from my very old imagine book. it's not gonna be the exact same but it's just gonna be what i remember!

this is also unedited bc i don't feel like proofreading this shit

i have to take my car to the shop today to get my oil changed. my dad usually does it but he's out of town this week and i can't wait any longer to get this done, and i have to get my brake pads replaced as well.

i didn't wanna go alone, so my friend enya is coming with me. also i need someone to drive me back home.

i made an appointment a little bit ago and so all i have to do is drop my keys off.

"i've never taken my car to the shop, i don't know what to do." i worry, coming over to enya's car as she steps out.

"babe it's fine. tell them what your here for and give them your keys. i'm practically a regular here." she snorts, knowing she's got a piece of shit car.

i walk up to the front, no one being there for the first couple minutes. we almost consider leaving, until a woman with black hair comes out from the back, wiping oil from her arms and hands with a towel.

i observe her wife beater and her overalls, the unclipped straps hanging low. i almost look like an idiot staring at her before i catch myself.

"sorry, terri's on her lunch break. how can i help you?" she asks, leaning against the desk and looking me up and down.

"i'm here for an oil change and brake replacement, names y/n y/l/n." i say a bit nervously, handing her my keys.

"2:30?" she asks, taking my keys, i nod.

"can i get your number?" she asks, and i almost throw up.

she sees my hesitance, saying, "so i can call you when it's done." she chuckles.

i laugh along too, before giving her my number. after that interaction, enya and i leave.

"i'm never coming here again, i'm jumping in front of a car." i huff, embarrassed from that awkward interaction with that lady.

"do you know who that is?" she asks, and i shake my head.

"well i do, and she didn't ask for your number for business reasons. if you've made an appointment they already have your info in their system."

"her names billie, she was a senior when we were sophomore and literally everyone wanted her." she continues.

"how come i've never heard of her until now?" i ask as she drives into the starbucks drive thru.

"because you literally only did things if i was involved. we only have a couple months left of senior year, you really need to start getting out more." she explains.

"i know. i just want someone there who i know. it's awkward with people i don't know, as you saw 8 minutes ago." i say, still wanting to slap myself for being so weird.

we get our starbucks and decide to go to the mall as we wait for my car to be done.

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