Nightcall - Billie Eilish

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the last ones to arrive had taken their time settling into the remaining rooms before joining us for dinner.

the lasagna was finally ready, and damn, it smelled incredible.

we all gathered around the table, each of us taking a seat as Skeet, still wearing the apron tied around his neck, served the plates like a real chef.

sitting next to me, Billie watched me with a sly smile as I picked up my first bite, still steaming, ready to taste it. I noticed her staring and looked up at her.

"You want me to feed you or something?" I said, squinting at her.

she laughed softly.

"Nah, I'm just waiting for your opinion."

"My opinion?"

"It's my recipe. I taught Skeet everything."

"Shit."

"Shit?"

"I was hoping to eat something good."

before I could bring the fork to my mouth, she slid her hand over mine, catching me off guard.

"Shut up and taste it," she insisted, nudging the fork toward my lips.

I rolled my eyes and sighed lightly but obeyed.

and then...

fuck

wow

my eyes widened in surprise.

"Damn this is honestly amazing," I said, turning back to her, genuinely impressed.

Billie grinned proudly before leaning over to take a bite from her own plate. On her other side, Skeet finally sat down after serving everyone.

"So Bill, proud of your student?" he asked.

"I bow down, absolutely," she said in an overly theatrical tone.

Skeet, clearly pleased with his newfound cooking skills, tilted his head in mock acceptance of her praise.

dinner didn't last long, and let's just say the dish didn't survive.

I'd gone back for seconds,

Billie straight up went through like 3 plates.

the meal also gave us a chance to learn a bit more about Skeet's friends.

Mike and Sofia were the couple.

then there was Luca (the guy I kissed during truth or dare)

Alex,

Judy,

and Claire.

with Skeet, Lina, Billie, and me, that made a group of ten.

we definitely weren't going to get bored.

after an hour of digesting what felt like a mountain of lasagna, we decided to head out for groceries.

The guys were determined to stock up on alcohol for the night.

Billie, on the other hand, was sprawled out on the couch, both hands on her stomach.

she had a bellyache

we split into two cars. Skeet took the wheel of Billie's, since, obviously, she wasn't feeling up to it. Lina sat in the front, and I was in the back, squeezed between Billie and Luca.

what a fucking coincidence.

Billie was still clutching her stomach, looking miserable.

"Skeet, your fucking lasagna is killing me," she groaned.