Nightcall - Billie Eilish

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I finally wake up, stretching my legs under the covers. A well-deserved lie-in, and when I glance at my phone, I realize it's already 10:45. Today's a holiday, the perfect day to just chill and enjoy a leisurely breakfast. I get up quietly, throw on an old hoodie, and start making myself a coffee.

Some orange juice, toast, and I sit down at the kitchen table, phone in one hand, toast in the other. After a few minutes, Kate appears in the doorway, her hair still a mess. She squints, like the kitchen light is attacking her.

"Shit, what time is it?"

I raise my mug towards her with a smile.

"11."

She sighs, rolling her eyes.

"11? Still too early."

I laugh as she grabs a mug and starts making herself some coffee to wake up slowly. We end up slumping together on the couch, each holding our coffee, ready to watch an episode of BoJack Horseman. The room falls into a comfortable silence, broken only by our laughs and the occasional comment about the episode.

Once the episode ends, curiosity gets the best of me and I bring up the gossip from last night. Without thinking, I ask:

"So, what about Clément?"

A mischievous smile spreads across Kate's face as she leans in to fire back.

"And you, with the Mysterious hottie?"

I groan, giving her a playful tap on the shoulder.

"Don't change the subject, I asked first."

Kate lets out an amused sigh, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"If you really want to know, we had a good time in Alex's bathroom. Nothing more."

A knowing smile crosses my face.

"A 'good time'? You're kidding me?"

"You want me to draw you a picture?" she replies, laughing softly.

"Nah, I'll pass. I'd prefer not to be traumatized this morning."

We laugh a little more, teasing each other about the night before, before Kate steers the conversation back.

"So, now that you know everything, it's your turn for the interrogation. Did you end up in Skeet's bed?"

I roll my eyes with a smirk.

"Yeah... I don't remember much, considering how drunk I was, but from the few flashbacks I have, it seemed pretty good."

We both laugh, and I feel a slight knot in my stomach thinking about the night I barely remember. Alcohol really makes me do some stupid stuff sometimes. But hey, we all need to let loose every once in a while.

After a few minutes, the conversation starts to wind down, and my mind drifts back to the vinyl situation with Billie. The fact that she left me her number is still stuck in my head. Suddenly, I blurt it out, almost to myself:

"By the way..."

Kate looks at me, intrigued, waiting for me to continue.

"Tell me," she insists, curious.

I turn to her, hesitating.

"You know, that mysterious customer?"

"The one with the hoodie?" Kate asks, furrowing her brow.

I nod, wondering if I'll ever have to admit that this "mysterious customer" is actually Billie Eilish herself.

"She left me her number yesterday... Well, she gave it to Dylan. I was passed out on the boxes in the back when she came by," I say, trying to make it sound casual.