The Cabin || Billie Eilish

Just As Cool

Even though she was on vacation, Billie woke up early. Her body was still on L.A. time, and she opened her eyes to see it was still dark out.

She reached groggily for her phone on the nightstand and saw that it was not even six am. She blinked in surprise before she slowly remembered that they were now two hours behind.

While back home she would have been getting ready to drive round Finneas' to try and fail to get some work done for the album, she could do her lazy morning routine here, and now with plenty of time to spare.

It was freezing as she stuck one leg out from under the blankets. She quickly felt on the floor for her sweatpants and pulled them on, the fabric cold against her legs. She found her sweatshirt on the floor too, and pulled that on.

She didn't bother brushing her hair, instead just quickly running her fingers through it. It was still super soft from her shower yesterday, where she stole Arabella's conditioner. She'd just said that because- well, she didn't know quite why she had said it- but it made her laugh, so she had to follow through with it.

She lay back down on the bed, just relaxing, watching the dark sky outside. She should write, but she didn't feel like moving. She should play, but she was lucky to get a lot of practice in last night, and she didn't want to risk waking anyone up just yet.

Instead, she just zoned out, allowing herself to be present in herself in the moment- something she wasn't particularly used to back home. Back home, she was either being hounded down by her fans, or listening to the label executives criticise her uninspired music once more, and rightfully so. She couldn't remember the last time where she actually wrote something she felt, instead trying to put herself into someone else's shoes. It never worked.

It was why she liked when she was 15, writing songs with Finneas in the bedroom. At least then her fans were appreciative no matter what, and it was a fun bonding thing for her and Finn. And she felt what she was singing, not just singing for the sake of it, because it was her job, her career.

She turned her head and stared at the charging cable still plugged into her phone.

She remembered the night before last- her and Finneas' first in the cabin. She'd been relaxing, trying to practise but instead just plucking at the strings of her guitar, when the door had opened.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Finneas asked.

"What's up?"

"It's about Claudia, you know she's bringing her best friend, right?"

"So?" Billie tried to not feel anything, or show how she felt.

"So, I just don't want you to- I mean, Arabella might want to follow us around the whole time, but we don't...if you could..."

"You want me to do what?" Billie blinked. "Distract her? Hang out with her the whole time?"

"Not the whole time..." Finneas didn't deny it and Billie sat up.

"I barely know her. I've talked to this girl like twice in my life-"

"Come on, Bil! Just make sure you guys like stay busy and don't bug us the whole time-"

"I bug you?"

"A little, yeah."

Billie agreed eventually, torn between both laughter at him and pure annoyance. Finneas eventually left her alone, but she didn't feel much like practising.

All she could think about was what she had just agreed to. In reality- her and Arabella were practically strangers. It was true they hadn't said much to each other, but there was much more to it. At least from her perspective.