L'AMOUR DE MA VIE - Billie Eilish

Chapter 12

Em's POV

The first Saturday of March arrived too quickly for my liking. Tonight was the party Billie had invited me to. Considering my major fuck up from a couple days ago, I was dreading it. I hadn't heard from Billie since she left the other night, so I figured I would be off the hook. I frankly was not a party person in general, but the situation I'd managed to get myself into just a few days ago made me want to avoid this evening at all cost. But of course, Kyra kept insisting that my attendance was required. After a few days of non stop nagging, I'd agreed to go. I figured this was going to be a big party, so I might not even see Billie. Even if I did and things got awkward, I could easily slip away and call myself a Uber.

Although sympathetic, Ky didn't really care that much about what had happened between Billie and I.

"I'm just saying, you've both been repressing a lot of feelings, so you guys were bound to get into an argument eventually. I know you feel bad, but I personally think it's progress," she shrugged as she applied my final coat of lipstick.

"That makes no sense at all. You think me making out with Billie just to end up rejecting her is progress?" I rolled my eyes.

"No, that's not what I meant. What I mean is that you're finally talking to each other in an honest way. It's now clear for both of you that you still have feelings for each other. I think admitting that is the first step to you guys working things out," she explained her reasoning as she dabbed my cheekbones with some highlighter.

"I doubt that, Ky. You should've seen the look on her face. She probably hates me now," I sighed, getting up from the chair to look at myself in the mirror.

My hair was styled in beach waves and was flowing down my back. Ky had just finished my makeup, which consisted of concealer, mascara, blush, highlighter and some nude coloured lipstick. I was thankful that she chose to give me a semi natural look, considering the fact that I wasn't into makeup that much, not liking the feeling of it on my skin. I wore a simple high waisted black skirt, which managed to hide a part of my stomach. I was sporting a tight black blouse with a sweetheart neckline, which made my boobs look great. As for shoes, Ky had settled on making me wear a simple pair of white strappy sandals, wanting me to be comfortable. To be perfectly honest, I looked good. The highlighter against my cheekbones made my face glow in a natural, but pretty way. The mascara made my eyes pop a little bit more than usual and the concealer had managed to hide most of my dark circles. The outfit was pretty simple, but it hugged my curves nicely, accentuating my few assets. I nodded at myself through the mirror and grabbed my purse, phone and keys.

"The Uber's gonna be here in 5, let's go!"Kyra ushered me out of my room. I made sure I didn't forget anything before locking the door to my apartment and heading downstairs to wait for the car service. We'd agreed to Uber there, not wanting to drive under the influence. We also decided that Kyra was going to come back to my place once the party was over. That is if she didn't find some random guy to hook up with, which was practically guaranteed. My best friend is hot, what can I say?

Once we noticed our Uber driver pull up to the curb, we climbed into the car. The ride to the party lasted only 15 minutes, but it felt shorter. I was nervous. Going to a party definitely wasn't my idea of a night well spent. The strong possibility of also seeing Billie made my palms sweat. I didn't even know if I was still invited to this thing, considering the situation that happened the last time I saw her, but Ky had insisted that it was fine. I was going to need a shit ton of liquor to get through the night.

We pulled up to a nice looking house, music already blasting from the inside. The house wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. I noticed a few people standing on the front lawn, smoking what appeared to be a joint. As I got out of the car, my suspicions were confirmed when the smell of weed invaded my nostrils. Ky shot me a reassuring smile and she grabbed my hand, leading us towards the entrance. I took a deep breath as we entered the house. I immediately noticed a lounging area filled with 3 couches, where some people were talking to each other, occasionally taking sips from their red solo cups. Another group of individuals were dancing in the middle of the room, swaying their bodies expertly to the beat of the music. Not letting go of my best friend's hand, I followed her to the kitchen so we could get ourselves a drink. I grabbed a bottle of vodka to pour in a red cup and mixed it with a bit of 7up as Kyra grabbed a beer from the ice filled cooler.