Nightcall - Billie Eilish

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It was 9 AM.

I had just stepped out of the shower, hair still damp, and barely managed to throw on some sweatpants when my phone buzzed. Skeet had sent me a message: "We're parked downstairs."

Grabbing a pack of cookies and my bag, I quickly shut the apartment door behind me and raced down the stairs.

Outside, my eyes landed on a black Porsche. At the wheel, Billie's silhouette was unmistakable. She rolled the window down slightly and waved. Just seeing her made a smile spread across my face.

I crossed the street, tossed my bag in the trunk, and headed for the back seat. Inside, Skeet was sprawled out, half-asleep on Lana, while Shark, Billie's dog, was lounging on his lap. Lana gave me a smile, though I doubted its sincerity.

"We left the front seat for you," she said.

Billie's voice chimed in immediately after,
"Come up here," she added, sliding a bag off the passenger seat.

I walked around to the front and climbed in. Billie looked over at me, her smile subtle but undeniably genuine.

"Hey babygirl. You good ?"

"Dead tired, but hyped for this weekend," I replied, buckling my seatbelt.

"Same."

She launched the GPS on her phone, the chalet's coordinates already saved, then opened Spotify. Handing me her phone, she said,

"Here, play whatever you want."

I took the phone and scrolled through her playlists. There's no better way to figure someone out than going through their playlists. Music says a lot about a person.

And Billie? No exception.

Wake Up in the Sky played softly as we finally hit the road to the chalet.

About two and a half hours later, after talking nonstop with Billie, we pulled up to the chalet. The Porsche had taken a beating on the last stretch of road, definitely not meant for a car like hers.

"Shit, please let there be no damage," Billie muttered, cutting the engine.

She jumped out almost immediately, rushing around the car to check it out.

I got out too, stretching as I called out,
"Well?"

Crouched near the front bumper, Billie rubbed at a scuff with her thumb before standing up.

"False alarm, I freaked out for nothing, we're good" she said with a relieved sigh.

Skeet and Lana got out too, releasing Shark. He bolted off, zooming around the chalet like a maniac. Dude clearly needed to burn off energy after the long drive.

We quickly unloaded the trunk, everyone grabbing their bags. Walking toward the entrance with Skeet, I asked,

"When are your friends supposed to get here?"

He pulled out his phone to check.

"Like, an hour. They're on the way."

"That gives us time to pick our rooms."

"Yeah, as long as you stay the hell outta mine," he said with a smirk.

Skeet unlocked the door, but before he could even step inside, Shark zoomed past, followed by Billie, sprinting like her life depended on it, with this evil grin on her face.

"Best room's mine!" she yelled.

"What the fuck, Billie? Not cool!" I shouted as she disappeared upstairs.

Skeet laughed, watching me freak out.

"You're screwed,"

I dropped my bags on the couch and started exploring the chalet. After checking a few rooms, I found a slightly ajar door. Pushing it, I found Billie sprawled on a bed, Shark completely on top of her. She turned her head toward me, still out of breath, with this ridiculously smug smile.

"Checked every single room. This one's the best."

I glanced around. Huge bathroom. Balcony. And a fucking jacuzzi.

"You've got to be kidding me. A jacuzzi?"

Billie appeared behind me, making me jump slightly.

"Yeah, I didn't expect this much," she admitted, crossing her arms.

I turned to face her, utterly envious.

"I've never been this jealous in my life."

She stepped closer, cutting the space between us, her usual move that always threw me off. I held my ground. She got even closer, her eyes locked on mine.

"You can join me if you want," she said softly, voice dripping with implication.

Her tone, dripping with double meaning, made me blush despite myself. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Yeah, I'm gonna take you up on that," I said, turning on my heel to leave.

Shark trotted alongside me as I continued exploring.

Before stepping through the door, I glanced back one last time to see Billie collapsing onto the bed with a satisfied grin.

After about ten minutes of debating between three nearly identical rooms, because seriously, this chalet was fucking massive, I settled on one with a bathtub. At least it would lessen my regret over the jacuzzi. Honestly, all the rooms were amazing anyway.

Once I unpacked and checked my phone for a bit, I headed downstairs to join the others.

Skeet and Lana were in the kitchen, working on lunch. Billie was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through her phone. I walked up to Skeet.

"What are you making?" I asked, peeking at the stove.

"Veggie lasagna. Her Majesty demanded it," he said, nodding toward Billie.

Billie perked up at the mention of her name.

"Dude, that was my only condition for making the drive out here," she said with a shrug.

I chuckled softly.

"Seems fair. And damn, it smells amazing."

Billie crossed her arms, moving closer to Skeet.

"Skeet's a legit chef, even if he refuses to admit it," she said, snagging a carrot from the counter and biting into it.

I raised an eyebrow, he'd never mentioned that before.

"Wait, really?"

Skeet scratched the back of his neck, clearly a bit shy.

"Not really."

"Just take the compliment idiot," Billie shot back, rolling her eyes.

Before I could respond, the front door burst open, and a loud group poured in.

"Yo, guys! We almost died like twenty times, but we're here!" Luca shouted as he walked in.

A girl behind him smacked his shoulder lightly.

"Shut up, I drove perfectly fine."

Another guy followed, dropping his stuff on the floor before collapsing onto the couch with a groan.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," he grumbled.

Skeet burst out laughing and went over to greet them one by one. Billie and I followed suit, introducing ourselves to the ones we didn't already know. It turned out there were six of them, not five as Skeet had mentioned. One of them had even come on a motorcycle.

Once the door was shut, Skeet turned to us, arms wide open.

"Hope you're all ready for a crazy weekend!"

I caught Billie's eye, her smile lighting up her face.

If only I knew what was coming...

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