Billie Eilish and her daughter imagines

First real sleepover

Amelia 15yo

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Amelia's room was a haven of creativity, an eclectic mix of posters, fairy lights, and a growing collection of vinyl records lining the shelves. The soft hum of a record player filled the room as Billie Eilish's haunting voice echoed through the space, blending seamlessly with the laughter and chatter of the two girls sprawled out on the floor. Amelia, with her short, dyed-black hair and sparkling green eyes, was lost in the music, singing along with a fervor that only comes with teenage passion. Harper, her girlfriend, was a stark contrast with her long, chestnut hair and warm brown eyes, but their bond was undeniable, a magnetic pull that brought them together.

As the night crept in, the two girls danced around the room, their voices intertwining with the melodies, lost in their own world. They had met a year ago at a music festival, their shared love for alternative music sparking an instant connection. This was their first real sleepover, and the excitement was palpable.

Billie, Amelia's mom, was downstairs, her own music career demanding attention but never enough to overlook her daughter's happiness. She smiled at the sound of the girls' laughter, a nostalgic reminder of her own youth. Eventually, she called up the stairs, "Girls, it's getting late! You should go take a shower before bed."

Amelia glanced at Harper, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Looks like it's shower time."

Harper grinned back. "Race you to the bathroom!"

The two girls bolted out of the room, giggling as they darted down the hall. They piled into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. The room was cozy, filled with the faint scent of lavender from the bath salts Billie loved to use.

As Harper turned on the shower, she paused, a playful yet sincere look on her face. "Hey, do you think we could shower together? It could be fun."

Amelia hesitated, her smile faltering for a moment. She glanced down at her arms, where faint scars marked her pale skin. The remnants of a difficult past she rarely spoke about. "I... I don't know, Harper."

Harper stepped closer, her expression softening. She gently took Amelia's hands in her own. "You don't have to be scared, Amelia. I care about you, no matter what."

Amelia looked into Harper's eyes, finding comfort in their warmth. She nodded slowly. "Okay. But, um, just... don't be shocked, alright?"

As they undressed, Harper noticed the scars but said nothing, simply pulling Amelia into a gentle hug before stepping under the warm spray of the shower. The water cascaded over them, a soothing rhythm that matched the beating of Amelia's heart.

"These scars," Amelia began softly, "they're from a time when I didn't know how to deal with things. It feels like a different lifetime, but they're still a part of me."

Harper looked at Amelia, her eyes full of understanding. "Thank you for sharing that with me. I think you're incredibly brave."

The steam from the shower enveloped them, creating a cocoon of safety and intimacy. They washed each other's hair, laughing as the bubbles tickled their skin, the earlier tension melting away.

After the shower, Amelia and Harper wrapped themselves in fluffy towels, their skin still warm and tingling from the water. They made their way back to Amelia's room, where the familiar, comforting chaos of posters and fairy lights greeted them. Amelia rummaged through her drawers, tossing a pair of her favorite pajamas to Harper: an oversized T-shirt with a quirky band logo and a pair of soft shorts.

"Here, these should be comfy," Amelia said with a smile.

"Thanks," Harper replied, slipping into the borrowed clothes. The shirt smelled faintly of Amelia's perfume, a scent she found herself loving more and more.