Billie Eilish Imagines - GXG

Attitude

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"Y/N, are you almost ready?" Billie called from the living room, her voice echoing through the spacious apartment.

"Yeah, just a second!" Y/N shouted back, but her tone carried a hint of annoyance. She glanced at herself in the mirror, adjusting her outfit one more time before grabbing her purse.

Billie waited patiently, scrolling through her phone. When Y/N finally emerged, she couldn't help but notice the scowl on her girlfriend's face. Billie chose to ignore it, hoping that the shopping trip would lift Y/N's spirits.

They walked to Billie's car, a sleek black Porsche, and got in. Billie started the engine and glanced over at Y/N. "Ready?"

Y/N shrugged, looking out the window. "Yeah, whatever."

Billie sighed inwardly but didn't say anything as she pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the mall. The drive was silent, the tension palpable. Billie tried to make small talk, but Y/N's responses were short and curt.

When they arrived at the mall, they parked and walked inside. The mall was bustling with activity, people milling about, enjoying their day. Billie took Y/N's hand, but Y/N quickly pulled it away, crossing her arms.

"Okay," Billie said, trying to keep her voice light. "Let's start at Gucci?"

Y/N shrugged again. "Sure."

They moved through various designer stores, Billie trying to engage Y/N in conversation, suggesting outfits, accessories, and shoes, but Y/N's attitude remained unchanged. Finally, they reached Chanel, Y/N,s favorite store.

"Come on, Y/N," Billie said with a smile. "Get whatever you want."

Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes. "I don't want anything."

Billie's smile faltered. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. "Y/N, what's going on? Why are you acting like this?"

"I'm fine, Billie. Just leave me alone," Y/N snapped.

That was the last straw. Billie grabbed Y/N's arm, not too harshly, but firmly enough to convey her frustration. "We're leaving," she said through gritted teeth, dragging Y/N out of the store and through the mall.

"Billie, what the hell?!" Y/N exclaimed, struggling against Billie's grip.

Billie didn't respond until they were outside, near the car. She pushed Y/N gently but firmly against the car, her eyes blazing with frustration and concern. "What the fuck is your problem, Y/N? You've been acting like a brat all day."

Y/N looked away, her eyes rolling. "I don't know, okay?!"

Billie took a deep breath, trying to keep her temper in check. "Well, let's figure it out." She opened the back car door and pointed. "Get in."

Y/N looked at her nervously, the tension between them thick in the air. She hesitated but then climbed into the back seat. Billie followed, shutting the door behind them. The confined space made the silence even more intense.

Billie pulls y/n on her lap and flips them so Billie is hovering over y/n.

"I'll just have to fuck the attitude outta you"

Billie smirks, her eyes darkening with a mischievous glint as she leans in closer, her breath hot against Y/N's ear. "You think you can sass me and get away with it?" she whispers, her voice low and commanding.

Before Y/N can respond, Billie claimed her lips in a hungry kiss, pouring all her pent-up frustration into the passionate embrace. Y/N moaned, opening her mouth to Billie's tongue, their tongues dueling as the kiss deepened.