lovely | billie eilish

6 | Music And Takeout

The days blurred together with classes and exams. My schedule was packed, and I barely had time to think about anything beyond my studies. One evening, just as I was about to dive into yet another textbook, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Billie.

"Hey, Violet!" Billie's voice was cheerful, a welcome change from the stress of school. "How's everything going?"

"Hey, Billie," I replied, a smile forming on my face. "Just drowning in exams, you know."

"Well, I have something that might be a nice break from all that," Billie said, her tone teasing. "My last concert of the tour is this weekend, and it's just an hour away. Want to come?"

The thought of a concert was instantly appealing. A chance to see Billie perform and to take a break from the grind? "I'd love to!"

"Great! I'll leave a ticket for you at the door," Billie said. "And afterward, how about we grab some takeout? My treat."

"That sounds perfect," I agreed, feeling a flutter of excitement.

The day of the concert arrived, and I found myself eagerly heading to the venue. The energy in the air was palpable as I entered, my ticket secured at the door just as Billie promised. The auditorium was buzzing with anticipation, and I could feel the excitement from the crowd as I found my seat. The lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the audience as the first notes of music filled the air.

Billie took the stage, her presence commanding and electric. The way she moved, the way she sang—it was mesmerizing. Every song seemed to hold a piece of her heart, and I found myself completely captivated. Watching her in her element was like seeing a different side of her, one that was confident and powerful.

After the show, I made my way backstage, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The security let me through with a nod, and I found Billie waiting for me, a wide smile on her face. She greeted me with a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"What did you think?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"You were incredible," I said honestly. "I loved every minute of it."

"Thanks," Billie said, looking genuinely pleased. "I'm so glad you could make it. Ready to get some food? I'm starving."

"Absolutely," I replied, my stomach rumbling in agreement.

We headed out to Billie's favorite takeout place, My Vegan, which specialized in Thai cuisine. Billie drove us there, the city lights flashing by as we chatted about her performance and the crowd's energy.

"So, what's your favorite part about performing?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Billie thought for a moment. "Honestly? It's the connection with the audience. There's something magical about sharing my music and seeing how people react. It's like we're all in it together."

I nodded, understanding. "It must be an amazing feeling."

"It really is," she said, glancing over at me with a smile.

Billie took charge of ordering from My Vegan on her phone. Her face lit up as she browsed the menu. "We have to get the spicy basil noodles, some satay, and definitely the yellow curry. It's amazing," she said, adding a chef's kiss to the air.

When the takeout arrived, we settled in at Billie's house. The smell of the food was irresistible, and I couldn't wait to dig in.

"This place is amazing," I said between bites. "The food is incredible."

"Told you," Billie replied with a grin. "My Vegan never disappoints."

"How about we watch a movie while we eat?" Billie suggested, grabbing the remote.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked Billie as we settled in with our takeout.

Billie's eyes lit up. "How about The Babadook? It's my favorite horror movie."

So we decided to watch The Babadook. During the movie, I found myself instinctively cuddling into Billie during the scary parts, seeking comfort in her presence. The combination of delicious food, the suspenseful movie, and our closeness made the evening perfect.

"How's everything going with the tour and the new music?"

"It's been a whirlwind," Billie said, her eyes lighting up. "But I love it. There's so much to do, and it's exhausting sometimes, but it's worth it."

"Do you ever get nervous before a show?" I asked, curious.

"Always," she admitted with a laugh. "But it's a good kind of nervous. It keeps me on my toes."

"So," Billie said, leaning back against the couch, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint, "do you have a favorite song of mine?"

"That's a tough one," I said, considering it. "I love so many of them. But if I had to pick, maybe 'Ocean Eyes.' There's something so haunting and beautiful about it."

Billie smiled, clearly pleased. "Good choice. It's one of my favorites to perform."

Feeling bold, I said, "Billie, you're even more impressive in person than you are on stage."

Billie's eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Thanks, Violet. That means a lot, especially coming from you."

We locked eyes, and for a moment, the air seemed to thicken with an unspoken tension. I could feel my heart beating faster as I looked at her.

"You know," Billie said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "you look really beautiful tonight."

I felt a flush of heat spread across my face. "Thanks," I replied, my voice equally soft. "You do too."

We continued talking, the conversation becoming more personal as we indulged in our wine. Billie shared more about her insecurities and the pressures of fame, and I opened up about my own struggles with school and my feelings of being overwhelmed.

"It's nice to have someone to talk to," Billie said, her voice sincere. "Someone who understands."

"I feel the same way," I replied, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "Your support has meant a lot to me, Billie, since the day you gave me your number."

Billie smiled, her eyes shining. "Same here."

By the time we finished eating, Billie suggested we move to her bedroom to watch another movie, and I agreed.

Billie handed me one of her large shirts to change into, saying it would be more comfortable than what I was wearing. As I stepped out of the bathroom, her eyes roamed over me appreciatively. "You look good in my shirt," she said, her voice huskier than usual.

My cheeks flushed under her gaze. "Thank you," I whispered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desire

We settled into her bed, the tension from a moment ago lingering slightly. Lying next to her, I felt a strange mix of comfort and nerves.

As the movie played, Billie's arm brushed against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. We exchanged glances, both of us aware of the growing connection between us.

"Goodnight, Violet," she replied, her tone soft and warm. Our eyes locked for a moment, the air thick with unspoken tension. I saw Billie's gaze flicker between my eyes and my lips, her teeth grazing her lower lip nervously.

In that charged moment, it was clear we both wanted more. Gathering my courage, I leaned in slightly, closing the distance between us. Our lips met tentatively at first, then with increasing intensity, fueled by the mutual desire that had been simmering between us.