Do you still cry? //Billie Eilish

lacking common sense

September 20th:

-Lisa's pov-

" 3rd floor, please," I said into the intercom, standing in the doorframe to help the postman locate my apartment.

As the elevator door opened, I saw a familiar face stepping out. 

"Billie? You gave up your music career to become a postman?" I joked, trying to catch her off guard.

She looked confused, clearly not getting the joke. 

"I'm kidding. I was waiting for a parcel. What are you doing here?" I asked in a friendly tone because I was genuinely happy to see her.

"I need to talk to you again," she said nervously, fidgeting with a little box in her hand.

"We already talked. What else do you need to say?"

"Can you open this first?" she handed me the little white box covered in red hearts.

I opened it to find a black key chip and two silver keys. 

"If you're gonna say some cheesy shit like this is the key to my heart, I'll never speak to you again, Billie, 'cause that's cringe af," I laughed.

She smiled. "That's not exactly what it is."

"Well, what is it then?"

"They're keys to my place."

"Billie, I appreciate the gesture, but I told you three times now that long distance doesn't work for me. I can't just move to L.A. I wouldn't even want that, so there is really no point in me having the keys to your place.", I said, handing her back the box.

"You're academically gifted, but sometimes you lack common sense," she sarcastically remarked, hinting that there was more to it.

I slowly started to understand. "You did not do what I think you did."

"I don't know what you think," she said, smiling.

"If these keys aren't for your place in L.A."

"Then they must be for somewhere else," she pouted.

"You're moving? Here?" 

"You said long distance isn't gonna work, so here I am. I'll be living 7 minutes from your place," she said, shoving her phone into my face and showing me the route on Maps.

I hugged her tightly, tears streaming down my face. I could feel her shaky breath. She must have been nervous af. 

"I'm super confused, Billie. I've got like a million questions in my head right now."

"And I'll answer all of 'em. But inside?"

We entered the apartment, both of us teary-eyed. We went to sit in the living room.

"So you're not flying to L.A. today?" was the first thing that came to my mind.

"No, not today. I still have to go back in a few days to pack my things and have them shipped here. I also need to meet with my team and figure out how to switch most meetings to online calls. The biggest challenge will be to work remotely with Finn, but I'm optimistic. I'll still have to spend time in L.A. to get a few things done here and there, but I think it will work out. And, most importantly, I need to bring Shark with me. I'm not doing this without him," she explained.

"Thank you for doing this, but I don't want you to upend your life for me. What about your friends, your parents?"

"I can handle tour so that I can handle this too. It's a little like going off to college. They're not gone; I'll still try to see them as much as possible. I told them about my decision, and they are supportive, so it's fine," she reassured me.