My BINI (Billie Eilish X Reader)

Chapter 3 ~

☆彡彡 у/η'ѕ ρσν ミミ☆

After dropping Daisy and Emerald off at home, I grabbed my keys, stopped by Starbucks for my usual iced Americano, and finally headed to the studio. As soon as I stepped inside, the questions started flying at me, like they’d been waiting all day for me to show up.

"Where the hell were you all morning?" Maggie asked, looking like she’d been dying to ask that.

"Thought you fell off the face of the earth," Aira added, giving me one of those teasing smirks.

Ellah jumped in too, not missing a beat. “Don’t tell me you're still having a meltdown over that asshole ex of yours.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to brush off their questions. But before I could even open my mouth, Camille, bless her, stepped in. "Alright, girls, give y/n a damn minute to breathe, will ya?”

I shot her a grateful look. Camille had a way of calming them down when they started acting like I was under interrogation.

Before the conversation could go any further, our manager barged in, clipboard in hand like always, already all business. "Okay, listen up, we need to finish recording the last four tracks today. After that, it'll just be dance practice for the next few days, then you all can go on break for a couple of months."

Thank. God.

We got into the booth, the hum of the equipment kicking in as we started laying down the first and second track. I focused hard, drowning out everything else until we nailed it. After the two songs, we took a much-needed break.

All eight of us squished onto this big-ass couch they put in the studio, the only place worth sitting during breaks. Of course, Karol was the first one to get in my face. "So, you doing okay now? After everything last night with your shitty ex?"

I sighed, trying not to think about how messed up last night was. “I’m fine… actually, I met someone last night, actually.”

Immediately, every head snapped towards me.

“Oh my God, tell us everything!” Maggie said, scooting closer like she was about to get the gossip of the year.

“It’s really not that serious, chill out.” I laughed at how dramatic they were getting. “We ran into each other at a gas station last night, talked for a bit, and she gave me her number. Then this morning, we ran into each other again at the park, and we hung out.”

The girls’ eyes were glued to me, waiting for more. But hell no, I wasn’t gonna tell them it was Billie fucking Eilish. That was staying under wraps, at least for now.

Before they could press me for more details, our manager stuck his head in, cutting the break short. "Alright, time’s up, let’s wrap up the rest of these songs."

With a chorus of groans, we dragged ourselves back into the booth. After what felt like hours of tweaking melodies, we finally got everything recorded.

Thank God. Freedom.

We decided to head out together and walked down the street, chatting about where to eat. Armie piped up, “How about that café down the block? I heard their desserts are fire.”

My stomach dropped for a second. Crap, that’s where Billie and I went earlier. But I played it cool, shrugged it off. "Sure, sounds good."

When we got there, I ordered the same strawberry boba and shortcake I had this morning and squeezed into a booth with everyone else. We were just chilling, chatting, when this group of girls came up to us, all shy smiles and nervous energy.

“Can we get a picture with you guys?” one of them asked, holding up her phone like it was a golden ticket.

Camille, ever the friendly one, smiled big. “Of course!”

We posed for a few pics, and as soon as the girls left, our orders finally arrived. We dug in, the conversation picking up again like nothing happened.

“So,” Ziah started, grinning at me from across the table. “Who’s this mystery person you mentioned earlier? The one from the gas station?”

Damn it, Ziah. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me again. “It’s nobody, just some random person. You wouldn’t know her.”

She didn’t look convinced, but I wasn’t about to spill the whole truth. Not yet, anyway.

After we finished eating, we split the bill, still laughing and joking around. As we all went our separate ways, though, my mind kept circling back to Billie. It was kinda crazy how easy it was being around her. Too easy.

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As soon as I walked through the door with Shark trotting beside me, I heard Finneas call out from the living room.

“Hey, Bill, you ready to record today? We gotta get that new album moving.”

I let out a long sigh. I knew he was right, but damn, today had already been long enough, and now I had to jump into recording? “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes!” I called back.

I unclipped Shark’s leash, letting him dart off to his water bowl, and made my way to the kitchen. Mom was there, as usual, making sandwiches.

“Hey, hon,” she smiled at me. “Want one?”

“Sure, thanks.” I leaned against the counter, watching her like I always did. “Fin’s already breathing down my neck about recording.”

She gave me a knowing look. “You two don’t stop, do you? Don’t forget to take a break.”

I smiled, grabbing the sandwich she handed me. “I’ll try.”

After chatting for a few minutes, I headed upstairs to Finneas's room. He was already set up at his desk, his head buried in some music program.

“Took you long enough,” he teased as I flopped onto his bed.

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up. I took Shark for a walk, alright?”

“Yeah, and? It doesn’t take three hours to walk a dog.”

I paused, debating whether or not to tell him. But there was no point in lying. “Fine. I met someone.”

He whipped his head around, eyebrows raised. “What? You? Met someone? Who?”

I smirked, sitting up. “Just a girl. She lives a few blocks away. We met at a gas station last night, talked a bit, and I gave her my number. Then I ran into her again this morning at the park.”

Finneas’s smirk grew. “Well, look at you. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “You’re such a dick.”

He dodged it, still grinning. “Whatever, Romeo. Let’s get to work.”

We bantered back and forth like we always did, but eventually, we got serious and started recording. He kept trying to sneak in jokes, but I was laser-focused. By the time we finished laying down the last track, the sun was already setting.

“Finally,” I muttered, stretching.

“You did good,” Finneas said, nodding at me before turning back to his computer.

I went back to my room and collapsed onto my bed, exhausted. My mind wandered to y/n—how I’d met her randomly at that gas station, and how we just clicked at the park this morning. It was weirdly comfortable, like I’d known her way longer than I actually did.

But I shook the thoughts off, closed my eyes, and let myself drift off to sleep.

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This is kinda short... Well, for me, I don't know if it's short to you guys

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