Billie Eilish Imagines - GXG

☕︎More Than Just a Friend☕︎

Blonde Billie🥰

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Y/n glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the bustling cafe, its hands inching towards 8:30 AM. Any minute now, the door would swing open, and Billie would walk in, just like she had every morning for the past six months. Y/n had memorized her routine: a large iced coffee with a splash of oat milk, a pump of vanilla, and a blueberry muffin to go.

As the door chimed, Y/n's heart did a little flip. There she was, Billie, with her tousled blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, and a smile that could light up the entire café.

"Morning, Y/n" Billie greeted, her voice smooth and melodic.

"Morning, Billie. The usual?" Y/n replied, trying to keep her tone steady.

Billie nodded, her eyes sparkling. "You know me so well."

Y/n busied herself with the machine, her fingers moving deftly. She could feel Billie's gaze on her, and it made her heart race. Every interaction with Billie was a small highlight of her day, even if they had never ventured beyond polite conversation.

"Here you go," Y/n said, handing over the cup and muffin. Their fingers brushed lightly, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm.

"Thanks," Billie said, lingering for a moment. "You always make it just right."

Y/n watched as Billie walked over to a corner table, settling in with her laptop. She sighed softly, wishing she had the courage to say more, to do more. She couldn't help but admire Billie's confidence, her effortless charm.

The morning rush kept Y/n busy, but her eyes frequently darted to Billie's table. She noticed how Billie's brow furrowed in concentration, the way she absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair around her finger, and how she occasionally bit her lip when she was deep in thought.

By 11:00 AM, the cafe had quieted down, and Y/n found herself wiping down tables near Billie's spot. She tried to be casual about it, but her heart pounded in her chest.

"Hey, Y/n," Billie called out, looking up from her laptop. "Got a minute?"

Y/n's breath caught. "Sure, what's up?"

Billie gestured to the empty chair across from her. "Want to join me for a bit? I could use a break from staring at this screen."

Y/n's mind raced. She glanced around the café, which was now nearly empty. "I'd love to. Let me just finish up here."

After a quick cleanup, Y/n took off her apron and slid into the chair opposite Billie. "So, what are you working on?"

Billie smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Just some freelance writing. It's nothing too exciting, but it pays the bills."

Y/n nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "I didn't know you were a writer. What kind of stuff do you write?"

"A bit of everything, really. Articles, short stories, and some copywriting. Keeps things interesting." Billie took a sip of her coffee. "What about you? How did you end up working here?"

Y/n shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "I've always loved coffee and the atmosphere of a good cafe. Plus, it helps pay for my classes."

"Classes? What are you studying?"

"Art history" Y/n replied, her eyes lighting up. "I'm really passionate about it. There's just something magical about discovering the stories behind the paintings and sculptures."

Billie leaned in, clearly interested. "That's fascinating. Do you have a favorite artist or period?"

"I'm a big fan of the Renaissance. The way artists like Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci could bring such emotion and detail to their work is incredible."

Billie nodded thoughtfully. "I can see why that would appeal to you. There's so much depth and beauty in art."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from art to music, to favorite books and movies. Y/n felt a warmth spreading through her, a sense of connection she hadn't felt in a long time. Billie was not only beautiful but also intelligent, funny, and genuinely interested in what Y/n had to say.

As the lunch crowd began to trickle in, Y/n reluctantly stood up. "I should get back to work. But I've enjoyed talking with you."

"Me too," Billie said, her smile soft and genuine. "Maybe we could do it again sometime? Outside of the cafe, I mean."

Y/n's heart soared. "I'd like that."

Over the next few weeks, Y/n and Billie's friendship deepened. They texted frequently, sharing snippets of their days and plans for the future. Their first official "date" was a trip to the local art museum, where Y/n enthusiastically shared her knowledge and Billie listened with rapt attention.

One evening, they found themselves at a cozy wine bar, a soft jazz melody playing in the background. Billie looked stunning, her hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders, her eyes shining in the dim light.

"This place is amazing," Billie said, sipping her wine. "I can't believe I've never been here before."

Y/n smiled. "I'm glad you like it. I thought it would be a nice change of pace."

Billie reached across the table, her fingers lightly brushing Y/n's hand. "I have to admit, I've been looking forward to this all week."

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up. "Me too."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the air between them charged with unspoken feelings. Finally, Billie spoke up, her voice soft and sincere. "Y/n, I like you. I've liked you for a while now. I just didn't know how to say it."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. "I like you too, Billie. More than just a friend."

Billie's smile was radiant. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Before Y/n could respond, Billie leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Y/n's. The kiss was gentle and tentative, but it held a promise of something more. When they pulled apart, Y/n saw the same longing in Billie's eyes that she felt in her own heart.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long," Billie confessed.

They spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other's company, the world outside the bar fading away. When they finally parted ways, Y/n felt a sense of completeness she hadn't known she was missing.

Their relationship blossomed quickly. They spent countless hours together, exploring the city, sharing secrets, and dreaming about the future. Y/n loved how Billie could make her laugh with a single word or touch, and Billie adored Y/n's passion and kindness.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, they found themselves at Billie's apartment, curled up on the couch with a pile of blankets and a cheesy rom-com playing on the TV. Billie had her head resting on Y/n's shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Y/n's arm.

"You know," Billie said, her voice thoughtful, "I never imagined I'd find someone like you. Someone who understands me and makes me feel so...alive."

Y/n turned to look at her, her heart swelling with affection. "I feel the same way, Billie. You've brought so much joy into my life."

Billie smiled, her eyes soft and loving. "I love you, Y/n."

Y/n felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I love you too, Billie."

Their lips met in a tender kiss, sealing their feelings with a promise of forever. In that moment, surrounded by warmth and love, Y/n knew she had found something truly special. And she was determined to cherish it, one coffee order at a time.

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