Nightcall - Billie Eilish

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Dina !

Dina !

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I slowly opened my eyes, still completely out of it. There was a heaviness on my stomach, and in front of me, Skeet was staring at me with his big brown eyes.

I groaned, wiping my still-wet lips absentmindedly.

"Fuck, Skeet, why are you waking me up?" I grumbled, my voice rough and groggy from sleep.

"Girl it's 11 AM, and you're still in my bed."

I frowned, confused. I looked down and realized that an arm was wrapped around me. I hadn't noticed that at all.

Billie

She was still asleep, her peaceful face with messy hair scattered around her. Her fingers were clenched on a corner of the blanket like it was a security blanket, and the other hand rested almost possessively on my stomach. My face instantly turned red.

Billie shifted slightly, probably disturbed by my movements. She groaned and turned to pull away from me. She stretched like a lion, rolling onto her back, and placed her arms over her eyes to block out the light.

"Fuck... Why are you shouting so early?" she mumbled, her voice still sleepy and hoarse.

Skeet burst out laughing, mocking her.

"Billie, it's 11 AM."

She shot up suddenly, her eyes wide as if a bomb had just gone off.

"Shit! I was supposed to be at the studio with Finn at 9!"

Skeet shrugged, a smirk on his lips.

"Relax, he called me. I told him you were here."

Billie let out a long sigh before flopping back onto the bed. She stared at the ceiling, completely indifferent.

"He's gonna kill me... I should never have fallen asleep here."

Still amused, Skeet raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously, what's with you two always ending up in my room after every fucking party?"

My cheeks turned red as I thought back to last night, especially to what might've happened if Kate hadn't called.

I locked eyes with Billie. She looked just as uncomfortable. She scratched her neck before jumping off the bed to grab her sweatshirt.

"Dina got an important call," she replied in a tone that was way too serious, probably to cover the awkwardness.

Skeet squinted, confused.

"And you two fell asleep?"

Billie hesitated, a slight stammer in her voice.

"The call lasted over an hour, we weren't really in the mood to go back to the party," I said, covering for Billie.

Skeet nodded, an amused smile on his face.

"Oh yeah? So, is that thing settled ?"

"Not really, but it's gonna be fine," I said, looking away.

I finally got up, while Billie left the room, her yawns echoing in the hallway.

I picked up my stuff scattered on the floor, then helped Skeet remake his bed. Once it was done, we headed to the kitchen to join Billie.

She was standing, half-awake, staring blankly at the still-steaming coffee machine.

She turned her head slightly toward me, looking distracted.

"You want one ?" she asked, her eyes half-closed.