an imagine book for billie eilish.
that's it, that's the description.
i also want to add that i fully respect that billie is straight! i hope no one finds it disrespectful because i have nothing but love for bil no matter what sexuality she claims.
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"she is gonna freak bro! i wouldn't doubt that tears come out of her eyes," i said excitedly to the twins on the phone.
"i bet, that's really sweet of you," eli mentioned. issac agreed as well. "for sure, she's gonna go crazy. are you gonna record it?"
"no, i'm gonna record the audio though."
i can't even lie, i'm so good at planning. i haven't seen y/n in awhile and one of her favorite artist came out with a new album recently. that being ariana grande's 'sweetener' album.
she loved all the songs but one reminds me of our relationship so, i thought it'd be a good idea to surprise her by flying to our apartment back in new york and singing 'goodnight n go' to her with my ukelele.
she loves when i play my uke so i can't even imagine how she's gonna react.
"when do y'all leave?" issac asked.
"in like four hours. y'all the best for staying up and talking to me by the way," i thanked. it was late back in la, i was in washington at the moment.
"of course bil, we gon always have your back," said elijah. "also, shouldn't you be heading to the airport soon?"
"i'm leaving in an hour or so, i still got time. i should get off though, i'll talk to y'all later ight?" i said, holding my phone like a platter.
"cool, talk to you later bil. hope everything goes well!"
i ended the conversation and began practicing again. i knew i'd have to slow the song down and obviously add my airy touch to the song.
tell me why you gotta look at me that way you know what it does to me so baby what you tryna say?
i imagine this scene in my mind and oh my god, i really hope this goes well. only thing is, my team only knows i'm coming up to our apartment. i should probably tell her team to keep y/n at home.
i picked up my phone and contacted her manager. i typed up a little synopsis of what i'm doing in a paragraph and kept practicing the cover.
i went over the lyrics for a good three times then got interrupted. i was expecting it sooner or later. "what're you doing?" my mom yelled from the outside of the main door.
"i'm singing, what else would i be doing?"
"alright well we are leaving soon. you need to gather your belongings and get going sweets," she continued.
i nodded to myself and took my time with collecting everything i brought with me. i was so excited to see her, her smile makes me so fucking happy. i can be in a funk, thinking the worst shit about myself and i just see her smile or hear her soft consoling voice and i lighten up.
