𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, billie eilish

𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓮𝓭

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i'll spend forever wondering
if you knew.
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i'm at home, watching billie and finneas on jimmy fallon. i'm curled up on the couch, wearing one of billie's oversized hoodies, and even though i've seen her do interviews a thousand times, i always feel this little flutter of nerves in my chest. i know how quick her wit is, how charming she can be, but there's always that tiny, unpredictable part of her. that's what i love about her—and sometimes what makes me nervous.

the interview's been going great so far. finneas is doing most of the talking, explaining something about the new album they're working on, and billie's leaning back in her chair, relaxed, throwing in comments here and there, making everyone laugh.

then jimmy asks, "so, billie, i heard something crazy happened to you while you were on tour recently? something about a fan?"

billie's face lights up, her hands already gesturing as she starts telling the story. "oh my god, yes! so, we were in this city, right? and this fan—super sweet—came up to me after the show. and i was with my girlfriend, evelyn, and—"

the second she says it, her whole body freezes. i see the exact moment she realizes what she just said. her jaw drops, her eyes go wide, and she slaps her hand over her mouth, looking like a kid who just got caught sneaking candy. she glances at jimmy, then at the camera, then over at finneas, and the expression on her face is priceless—half-shocked, half-embarrassed, but also kind of amused.

the audience gasps, then bursts into laughter. jimmy's eyes widen, and he points at her, laughing too, "wait, wait, what did you just say?!"

billie's still sitting there with her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, like she's trying to figure out how to rewind time. her face turns bright red, but she's smiling, that sheepish grin that always makes my heart melt. she finally lowers her hand, shaking her head. "oh my god," she mutters, laughing at herself, "i didn't mean to say that."

the audience is roaring now, and jimmy's having a field day. "your girlfriend? evelyn? you just casually dropped that in there like it was nothing!"

billie's still giggling, her hand coming back up to cover her mouth. "i wasn't supposed to say that," she says, biting her lip, looking completely mortified but also trying not to laugh. "uh... surprise, i guess."

finneas is cracking up next to her, patting her on the back. "well, the secret's out now," he says, his voice full of humor. "congrats on the accidental reveal."

jimmy leans in, still grinning. "so, evelyn, huh? sounds like you guys are serious."

billie's cheeks are still pink, but she's smiling, looking both embarrassed and proud. "yeah," she says softly, glancing over at finneas for a second, "we are."

jimmy laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. "wow, i mean, we all thought you two were just best friends, but this? mind blown." the audience claps and cheers, and billie just shrugs, that sheepish grin still on her face.

"i guess we're more than that," she admits, her voice quieter now, like she's letting the truth settle in.

jimmy chuckles, leaning back in his chair. "well, i gotta say, that's one talented couple right there! fans are gonna go wild over this."

billie laughs, visibly more relaxed now. "yeah, probably," she says, rolling her eyes playfully. "but hey, what can you do?"

as the conversation shifts back to music and tour stories, i sit back on the couch, my heart still racing. i can't help but smile to myself, hearing her call me her girlfriend so naturally, even if it was an accident. it feels like a secret we've been holding onto for so long has finally slipped out into the world.

my phone buzzes on the cushion beside me. it's a text from billie.

bil <3

sorry baby that was not supposed to happen lol
you okay?

i smile as i type back.

more than okay
im proud of you
i love you.

i hug the blanket closer, feeling that warmth spread through me. the world might know now, but somehow, it makes us feel even more real. and that's all i could ever ask for.

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i was enchanted to meet you.
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