Even if it's just pretend, just pretend.
Alana Williams is forced to do a fake PR relationship by her management, but she finds out her fake girlfriend is going to be Billie Eilish, one of her worst enemies. These feelings only are just fake though...
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alana.williams ur fav couple is back
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billieeilishtours So cute!
finneas ew
^ alana.williams shut up finn
user.287 i'm lowkey loving this relationship
user_12 i feel like they're never together but idk
Irl:
Finally got that dumbass post out of the way for Steve. Today, I had to record a few songs for my new album multiple times which was super exhausting. I love my music, but it can be tiring as shit sometimes.
I just got into a hoodie and some pajama pants and I'm about to head to bed.
"You tired, Rocky?" I ask him, scratching behind his ears while he sits on my bed until I hear a knock at my door.
It's literally like 11 at night, who the fuck is coming over right now? Rocky runs out of my bedroom to the front door and I walk out, following him.
I look through the peephole to make sure it's not a murderer or some shit, only to see the last person I would've expected.
"Billie? What the fuck are you doing here?" I say, opening the door.
"Hi, Alanaaa.." She says, slurring her words and stumbling around.
"What's wrong with you?" I furrow my eyebrows in frustration. Why the hell would she be here right now? She starts giggling and I just stare at her.
"Shh, stop being loud. Why are you here?" I ask her. "I'm sooooorry." She says while she laughs and I can smell alcohol coming from her breath. Shit.
"Get inside." I roll my eyes and grab her arm and pull her inside. "Nooo, don't." She whines.
"Billie, you're wasted. Why'd you come here?" I ask her as I walk her to the couch and she sits down. "Cause you're my girllllfriend.." She slurs. "No, I'm not. It's a fake relationship." I say, sitting down next to her and she slumps over onto my shoulder and I try to shrug her off, but she doesn't budge.
"But I love youuu." She mumbles, the smell of beer stinging my nose.
"No you don't. Billie, we literally hate each other." I tell her, trying to push her off. "Lanaaaaa, I'm in love with youuu.." She mumbles again before giggling.
"Billie, stop. You're drunk." I roll my eyes and get up. "Lay down, you can't drive, so stay here." I say to her. I really don't want her to stay here, but what am I gonna do? Let her drive while she's drunk? No.
She whines but listens and lays down on the couch. I pull her shoes off so they're not on my couch and I start to walk back to my room before hearing her say my name. "Alana!" She groans and I huff and walk over to her. "What?" I ask. "Blaaanket?" She mumbles and I sigh and grab a throw blanket and cover her with it since she's definitely too drunk to do it herself.
I walk into my room, shutting the door behind me with Rocky following behind me. Why out of all places did she come to my apartment? Maybe she was just in my area.
I lay down in bed and shut the lamp on my nightstand off and I fall asleep.
~
I wake up to hear what sounds like someone throwing up. Billie.
Great, just what I fucking need to start my morning.
I look at my phone and check the time. It's 9:13 am.
Rocky jumps off my bed and sits by my bedroom door, whining to go out. I get up and stretch and open it, walking out behind him.
The door to the guest bathroom swings open and I see Billie walking out. She sees me turn the corner and jumps. "Holy shit." She says, putting her hand over her chest. "Yeah, I could say the same." I roll my eyes and cross my arms.
"Why did you come here last night?" I ask her.
"Alana, I seriously don't remember a thing. My ex boyfriend called me and we got into an argument and I went out and got drunk. I don't know why." She tells me.
"It's whatever. Are you.. um, feeling okay?" I ask.
"Uh, yeah. Look, I'm sorry I came over. I probably pissed you off and I should just go." She says, starting to walk out to the living room and I stop her.
"No, it's fine. I wasn't gonna let you drunk drive." I say, shaking my head.
"Thanks for letting me stay." She says, looking down at the floor.
"It's no problem." I shrug. "Well, I should get going. Thanks again." She says, grabbing her shoes and sitting to put them on.
"You sure? I heard you throwing up, do you think you'll be okay?" I ask. Why am I being nice to her? Why is she being nice to me?
'Yeah, I'm feeling better now." She stands up and scratches her neck. "I'll.. uh, see you.. later?" She says as she walks towards the front door. "Okay." I say, nodding.
"Bye." She says before quickly walking out.
I forgot to ask her about the things she said last night. She was just drunk, but it'd be nice to give her shit for something.
