Enemies to Lovers ✩ Billie Eilish (G!P)

06 | art deco

Billie's POV:

Y/N was dragging with me everywhere throughout the town. Usually when I skip, I go straight to my home away from home. That's actually where I was taking Y/N right now.

"Are we almost there yet?" She whined for the fifth time in the last 10 minutes. I groaned and playfully rolled my eyes.

"Chill out, bro." I chuckled only to hear her grumble and huff in response. I pull off to the side of the road and started to unbuckle. "Come on, follow me." Y/N complied and joined my side. We walked through a pretty open field of flowers - oak trees were spread out and this was the perfect time of day for little critters to come out.

I took her to the riverbed. It was decorated with rosy flowers along the path of the bridge, lanterns nailed down for when night time fell upon us. I guided her across the bridge - we watched the rapid river flow peacefully over rocks and would eventually bleed out to the docks.

Y/N's hand found mine as we walked along a narrow road through more oak trees. "Just a little further." I assured her and tugged her closer to me. Hummingbirds flew through the air, woodpeckers could be heard from miles away, squirrels made little thump noises every time they crawled up a tree, and the river was still a strong sound. It smelled of fresh rain.

"Woah." Y/N's jaw slacked open when she spotted one of my secret hideouts. It was an abandoned tunnel that my family helped me refurnish and fix it up to my standards. Inside, you could find posters of my favorite singers and actors, strings of flower pedals danced around the entrance of the tunnel. There was a green bean bag placed on the more stable area of the tunnel, a tiny desk in front of it. I had LED lights placed all around the inside of it to light it up.

"Come." I wagged my finger to signal Y/N to follow me further through the tunnel. It was pretty big - big enough for us to stand up in it - but then again we weren't the tallest people either so that worked out. Y/N's arm hooked with mine and at the end of the tunnel was a small bunker.

"What is this?" The Y/H/C girl ran her hands along the fabric of the walls that I had refurbished.

"It used to be a bunker that was build for WW2. People feared atomic bombs after we dropped the very first one ever created, so they used to make these. I discovered it and my family helped me fix it up." I sat down in one of the foldable chairs you would take on a camping trip. "What do you think?"

"This is so cool." Y/N giggled and curiosity looked at everything. I had a battery operated, mini fridge arranged near an area of shelves that held vinyl's and records of my favorite artists.

"Care for some music?" I asked with a smirk, watching Y/N sit down in the purple bean bag chair. The slightly shorter girl nodded her head and I stood from my chair. Walking over to my record player, I grabbed the vinyl by Lana Del Rey. Art Deco began to play and Y/N gasped.

"I fucking love this song." Y/N started singing along to the song and I just listened to the angelic voice she had hidden away.

You're so Art Deco, out on the floor
Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure
Baby, you're so ghetto
You're looking to score
When they all say hello
You try to ignore them
'Cause you want more (why?)

"Favorite Lana song, go!" The girl pointed at me in excitement.

"Shit." I bit my lip with a smile and laughed softly. "That's a hard one, she don't make a bad song and I love so many of them."

"Brooklyn Baby is just ugh." Y/N pretended to moan which caused us both to laugh. "Chef's kiss." She puckered her lips.

"Or West Coast. Cinnamon Girl, Diet Mountain Dew. Ooh! Ooh, I know!" I snapped my fingers in excitement. "Video Games! Fuck, that's a good one."

Y/N giggled at my excitement that she was mirroring. "She's just amazing in general." She moved from her seat to sit closer to me. We both watched the mesmerizing sight of the vinyl spinning round and round slowly on the record player.

Young thing on the downtown scene
Rolling around at night
Got things that have yet to be seen
Like you're rapper's delight
A little party never hurt no one, that's why it's alright
You want in, but you just can't win
So you stay in the lights

"You're so Art Deco, out on the floor, shining like gun metal, cold and unsure." Y/N sang along, her hand nudging my thigh to get me to join her.

"Baby, you're so ghetto. You're looking to score. When they all say hello, you try to ignore them, 'cause you want more." I joined in and Y/N's head rested in my lap when she sat between my legs on the floor. My hand instinctively ran through her semi-long, curly hair.

We continued to sing together before the song sadly came to an end. Salvatore began to play and I could feel us both starting to relax - we were feeling more comfortable in each other's presence.

"Billie." Y/N called for me.

"Hm?"

"Thank you." She suddenly opens her eyes to look at me. I give her a confused smile.

"Why? What for?" I asked.

Y/N shrugged with her own smile. "I know you hate me, but thanks for being here for me anyway." She kissed my cheek before closing her eyes to lay back into my lap.

I froze for a moment. 'I know you hate me' Why did that hurt to hear? I don't hate Y/N, I just... well, I guess I never explained why I "hated" her so she has a very valid reason to think I actually do.

Man, I need to prove that wrong.