My BINI (Billie Eilish X Reader)

Chapter 5 ~

☆彡彡 у/η'ѕ ρσν ミミ☆

As soon as I walked through the front door, I knew I wasn’t going to get any peace. The moment I dropped my bag, I could feel their eyes on me—like a pack of wolves, ready to pounce. Aira, Armie, Ellah, Maggie, Karol, Camille, and Ziah were all lounging around the living room, pretending to be casual, but I could tell they were waiting for me.

“So, how was it?” 
“Who is she?” 
“Spill now!”

Their questions hit me like a rapid-fire round, barely giving me a second to breathe. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at their persistence, though a grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. They weren’t going to let this go easily.

"It was a famous celebrity," I said, trying to keep my tone as nonchalant as possible. I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms like it was no big deal, though inside, my heart was racing a little.

Maggie’s eyes practically bugged out of her head. “A what?!” she squawked, staring at me like I’d just told her I met an alien.

“Yup,” I replied, enjoying the reactions way too much. “You heard me.”

Their groans echoed through the room, and I felt a wave of satisfaction wash over me. I wasn’t about to spill everything, not yet. Aira gave me her best “I’m serious” look, the one she used when she was about to lose her patience.

“Come on, Y/N! That’s fucking it? A famous celebrity? You can’t just leave us hanging like that!”

Ellah flung a pillow my way, aiming straight for my head. I barely dodged it, laughing as I did. “Yeah, you can’t just drop a bomb like that and walk away! Are you trying to kill us?”

I shrugged, maintaining my calm, though I was secretly loving how worked up they were. “You’ll just have to guess,” I said, heading for the couch and sinking into the cushions. “But enough about me. What’s the latest celebrity drama?”

The change in conversation worked like a charm. Within seconds, they were off to the races, discussing the latest scandals, breakups, and bizarre PR stunts. Aira immediately launched into a story she’d read online about some pop star accidentally tweeting their location and getting swarmed by fans.

“She seriously fucked up,” Aira said, her face animated as she recounted the disaster. “Like, who does that? You gotta be smarter than that, right?”

"Yeah, classic dumb move," Armie added, snacking on some chips. "And, of course, they’re probably blaming the fans for it now, like it’s their fault for showing up."

“Oh, and that influencer,” Karol chimed in, laughing. “You know, the one who swore she was quitting social media forever? Bitch literally came back online in two days, posting selfies like she never left.”

Ellah snorted, shaking her head. “Some people just thrive on the drama. Like, they can’t survive without it.”

The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, and for a moment, I managed to push thoughts of Billie aside. It felt good to just relax and let the conversation flow around me, my friends’ voices filling the space with their usual banter.

But just as I started to fully sink into the moment, Karol’s phone rang. She groaned loudly, fishing it out of her bag as she glanced at the screen. “Ugh, it’s the manager,” she muttered, rolling her eyes before answering and putting it on speaker.

The familiar voice of our manager filled the room. "Quick heads up, girls," he said. “Tomorrow, a small artist with a trending song is borrowing your studio for a while.”