imagines | billie eilish

do you remember?

~ y/n's pov ~
reminiscinggggg

i decided to go out with my friends tonight. i've been working my ass off, and decided to take a week from work to relax and reset.

i put on my favorite going out dress, which showcased my favorite part of my body, my cleavage.

"look, maya hasn't texted me back yet, so i think i need to start looking for someone else." i tells my friends, downing my shot of tequila.

"are you serious?! i just saw her three days ago and she completely avoided me." alex exclaims, having an explanation for her weird behavior.

"yeah, we literally had sex for the first time on friday last week and when she left i never saw her again. tried to set a date but she totally stood me up." i shrug, making alex shake her head.

"where are all the good people? i mean is my sex that bad? or am i just annoying." i huff, resting my chin in my hand.

we change the subject and as the night went on, they ended up going to the dance floor when sarah's favorite song came on.

"come onnnn!! come dance with us!" she exclaims, taking me by my hands and twirling me, making me giggle.

"i'd much rather sit and enjoy my long island." i say, swirling the liquids in my cup.

"okayy, party pooper." she slurs drunkenly. i smile as i watch them walk off, sitting back down on the barstool.

at the same time, i see that someone is sat next to me that wasn't there a second ago, ordering a beer.

billie fucking eilish, my god.

here's the history between us. we became friends when we were 13, started dating when we were 15, and broke up at 17, right before she became crazy famous.

her job was, still probably is, very demanding. she was very busy and told me that it'd be better for us to break up, because she, in her own words, felt too suffocated to stay with me.

though i was understanding, it was still very fucking devastating and we just never talked, considering covid happened.

i also kinda ghosted her, because i didn't wanna be reminded of something i couldn't have. stupid, i know.

i've never really gotten over her, i just dealt with it. the last time we talked was when we broke up.

"y/n?" i hear, pulling me from my thoughts.

"billie, hey." i smile, watching her take a swig from her beer.

"how've you been? it's been a fucking minute." she chuckles, her eyes scoping my figure.

"um, could be better, but overall shits fine. what's up with you, superstar? didn't think you'd be able to go to a place this crowded." i joke, and she shakes her head.

"i've found that drunk people aren't as crazy about me, easier to lay low in more crowded places, believe it or not."

i nod, looking anywhere but at her. it's weird, after all these years she still makes me nervous.