Infatuation // Billie Eilish ✓

X - Saboteur

Y/n's View

I walk across the street and go into the garage. I walk around and see the car. I read the license plate and walk to the front of the car.

I take the pocket knife out of my pocket and lift up the wiper blade.

There's a lot of rain coming through Brooklyn these next few days. It's gonna be hard to drive without wiper blades. It's the least noticeable tampering I can do.

I slice the rubber off the blade and stuff it in my pocket. I go to the other side and slice the rubber off.

I walk to the trashcan and dump the rubber inside. I fold the pocket knife back up and put it in my pocket.

25 minutes later...

I walk inside and see Billie standing in the kitchen.

"Where have you been?" Billie asks.

"I was-" I say.

"I have been calling and texting you." Billie says.

"I-" I say.

"I even called Sabrina and she said dinner had been over." Billie says.

"If you would stop interrupting me, I could answer your initial question." I say.

"I went for a walk." I say.

"A walk? A walk at midnight?" Billie asks.

"Billie-" I ask.

"I feel like you're lying." She says.

"In case you've forgotten, I got a heart transplant 10 months ago. My medication makes me anxious so I'm sorry if I need to take a walk to get some air every now and then." I say.

"I-I'm sorry. I was just worried, who knows what could happen?" She says.

"It's okay." I say.

She hugs me and I smile. She pulls away and furrows her eyebrows.

"What?" I ask.

She puts her hand in my pocket and pulls out the pocket knife.

"What is-" She asks.

"Gotta stay safe." I say.

"No-" She says.

I walk away and hear her sigh.

Time Skip

"I would've shot her." I say as the episode ends.

"You would shoot your own mother in the chest with an arrow over speculation?" Billie asks.

"Well, I don't like my mother so, yes! Probably!" I say.

Billie chuckles and shakes her head. Her phones rings and she grabs it.

"Hey." Billie says.

"What?!" Billie asks.

"I-I'm on my way." Billie says.

Billie hangs up and quickly gets up.

"What's wrong?" Billie asks.

"Sophia got into a really bad accident, she's at the hospital. I just have to go." Billie says.

"Let me go with you." I say.

"You don't have to." Billie says.

"This is obviously a really scary thing for you. You should have a hand to hold." I say.

Billie smiles and nods.

30 minutes later...

I follow Billie down the hall and she stops at a room. She knocks on the door and opens it. We walk in and I quietly shut the door.