frenemies | b.e.

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- a m a r a -

The cool breeze hits my face as I go to shut my window in my room. LA is always rainy and windy. The window across from mine belongs to Billie Eilish O'Connell.

Worst placement ever.

I catch a glimpse of her through her window, laying on her bed, on her phone. I notice her smirk at her phone and I roll my eyes. Probably texting some girl.

Billie and I have hated each other literally since we were babies. Our parents have been best friends forever, so they ultimately bought houses right next to each other to raise their kids together. Unfortunately for them, one out of each of their two kids hate each other.

I don't know why, but we've just never gotten along.

She's just a bitch to me, to be honest. She's like that to pretty much everyone. I just don't let her push me around.

I get along good with her older brother, Finneas, and so does my brother, Max. He goes to UCLA for college, so he's not home most of the time, but whenever he's around, we hang out. He's been my best friend my entire life.

Anyways, since our parents are close with the Maggie and Patrick, we have family dinner together almost every single night.

It's painfully annoying to have to sit with an obnoxiously loud Billie every night.

I literally can't stand her whatsoever.

When we were younger, Billie did absolutely anything she could to annoy me or make me mad. One time, she had a crush on my brother literally only to piss me off.

She still is an asshole, but I've never let her just say whatever to me. If she's gonna be a bitch to me, I'm gonna be a bitch to her.

"Mar, come down here!" My mom shouts from downstairs. I open my door and walk down the stairs to find her in the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Will you and Bil run to the store for me real quick? I can't go, Maggie and Pat aren't home, and neither is your father. I don't want you going alone." Mom says.

"No fucking way."

"Amara, language." She sighs. "Sorry." I mutter. "But no, I'm not going with her. I can go alone, Mom. I'm seventeen."

"Honey, you know how dangerous LA is. It's getting later out and I don't want you being alone. You know I'd go if I could." She says, pointing to her crutches.

She broke her foot last week, so she hasn't been going out. Every other day, my mom and Maggie take turns making dinner, and tonight is Mom's night, so she needs food.

"Mom, I seriously can't go with her. I hate her." I groan. "Amara, seriously, grow up." My mom rolls her eyes. "You are 17 years old and still act like a child when it comes to Billie. I don't understand why you two have never liked each other. I mean, for god's sake, you wouldn't even share your toys with each other as babies!"

"She's an asshole, that's why. Always has been." I grumble. "Mar, please." She pleads. "Just go with her. She says she'll go with you, I texted her."

"Fine, Mom." I sigh in defeat. "Do you have a list?" I ask. "Here," She hands a list to me with things she needs and I nod. "Here's my card."