wildest dreams | b.e

They're just words. | 009

Billie's POV

Waking up in Alana Williams' apartment was the last fucking thing I expected. I left so fast yesterday after she woke up because I really couldn't deal with her shit. She was kind of.. nice, though? It was surprising, but I still hate her.

I know Alana and I will never be friends, but it gets annoying to be a bitch to her sometimes.

Chris and Steve want us to see each other today so we can go out and hopefully get some pictures taken by paparazzi. I still don't get why we have to do this PR relationship because we both literally do just fine without publicity stunts when we release new music.

What I don't get even more is why they had us fake date when Chris and Steve know we both hate each other, it's ridiculous.

Anyways, I gotta get ready. Alana is picking me up in 20 minutes, so I go to my room and change, putting on sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

I brush my teeth and put my hair up before going back to the living room to wait for her to get here.

I play with my dog, Shark, for a little bit till Alana texts me to tell me she's here.

Fuck my life.

I walk outside and get in her car. "Hi." I say to her as I buckle myself in.

"Hey." She says, glancing at me quickly before she starts the car and starts driving.

"So, uh, where are we going?" Alana asks me.

"I don't know, we can just walk downtown or something." I shrug and she nods.

She continues driving and the car is dead silent until I speak up to talk.

"Um, I just wanted to say I'm sorry again about the other day." I say.

"It's cool, Eilish. It was fun to watch you embarrass yourself a little bit." She says, laughing softly.

"Bro, I was literally trying to apologize, but you have to be a dick about it." I groan.

"Billie, it was a joke. I seriously don't care." She tells me.

"Okay. But what do you mean by 'embarrass myself'?" I ask her and she smirks.

"Alana, what did I do?" I sigh and she starts laughing.

"You confessed your 'love' for me." She says through laughs.

"Stop lying, what did I really say?" She rolls her eyes and looks at me. "Billie, I'm literally not joking."

"You were all like 'Lanaaa, I'm so in love with you.' and shit like that. It was funny as fuck, though." She adds.

"God, why the fuck did I do that?" I sigh, face palming.

"You know what they say; drunken words are sober thoughts." She laughs and I roll my eyes.

"Don't flatter yourself. They're just words. I was literally wasted, Alana." I grumble and she chuckles.

"Whatever you say." She shrugs before focusing on driving again.

"In all seriousness, though, why did you get drunk because of your ex boyfriend?" She asks.

"It's none of your fucking business." I snap at her.

"Jesus, I was literally just asking a question. Calm down." She rolls her eyes.

I sigh angrily and turn away to face the window. The rest of the car ride is silent and she pulls up to a parking spot and she shuts the car off.

"Let's go." She says, opening her door and getting out and I do the same.

We walk down the street on the sidewalk, holding hands and the paparazzi already starts following us.

"Alana, Billie, when are we getting new music?"

"How long have you been dating?"

"Alana, do you really love Billie?"

"Fans are speculating a fake relationship between you two."

"Billie, did you break up Alana's last relationship?"

Every single one of these douchebags with their big ass cameras bombard us with stupid questions.

Alana suddenly spins me towards her and presses her lips against mine and I hear cameras clicking like crazy. "I love my girlfriend, thank you very much." She says to them with a fake smile as she pulls away and grabs my hand, pulling us away from them.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted them to get their fucking pictures and leave us alone." She tells me with a sigh as we get to an area with less people around.

"It's fine. They ask way too many questions, you saved us, not gonna lie." I mumble at the last part and she smirks, trying to hold in a laugh.

"Let your laughs out for fuck's sake, I don't give a shit." I roll my eyes and she starts bursting out laughing.

"I'm sorry, shit's just too funny." She says as she finishes laughing.

"Can you let me know before hand if you're gonna kiss me, like, "Hey, Billie. Let's kiss for the paparazzi today." so I can know to bring a bottle of bleach to drink after?"

"You're so dramatic." She groans. "It's a kiss, get over it."

"Nah, I'm good." I say back.

"I think you should, Eilish." She says, getting closer to me and putting her hands on her hips.

"I think~" I start to say before paparazzi finds us again and comes over. I sigh and grab her hand and we start to walk back to her car.

We get to the car and get back in. "So, you were saying?" She tilts her head to the side with a smirk.

"I was gonna say I think you should fuck off." I give her a sarcastic smile.

"Mhm." She raises her eyebrows and laughs before starting the car and driving off.

"You really piss me off, you know that?" I say to her.

"I really don't give a fuck, you know that?" She says back in a mocking tone.

"You know, I think we could've gotten along if you weren't such a bitch." I tell her.

"Be for real, you know we'd never get along. Not with everything that's happened in the past." She says doubtingly.

"Yeah, I guess so." I mumble.

The rest of the drive back to my house is silent, like usual, and I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out. "See you later." I say quickly and she nods, looking down.

I walk inside the house and I take my shoes off before sitting on the couch with Shark.

Maybe someday things would be different, I mean, we don't want to be friends with each other, but I'm tired of constantly being against each other.

This PR relationship is exhausting.

holly speaks 🤌🏼
i rewrote a part of this so many times but i couldn't think of anything good to include so idk but i hope this chapter is somewhat good

if y'all have any suggestions or things you wanna see in this story, lmk because i'm running out of ideas to keep leading this story up bc i feel like it's going fast idk 😭

anyways byeeee