Coffee Shops - a BILLIE EILISH fan fiction

Chapter 7: "Jealous"

I couldn't believe my eyes. I mean, Billie Eilish is in front of me? That same beautiful girl from the  coffee shop that managed to catch my eye. 

"So are you gonna stop staring at all this," she said gesturing up and down her body, "Or do you wanna talk?"

"Oh!" I snapped out of it, "Sorry. How did you even recognize me while on stage? I thought you wouldn't even remember me."

"How could I ever forget talking to a beautiful girl like you," she said flirtatiously, giving me butterflies in my stomach.

"So," Tess jumped in, "You're Billie Eilish?" she said distastefully. 

I know for a fact that Tess liked the show so I don't really understand why she's hating on Billie. Maybe she's just jealous?

"Yeah I am and if I may ask, who the fuck are you? I wanted to talk to her," she said gesturing at me, "Not you." 

Tess, looking highly offended replied, "Well I'm her closest friend. Aren't I?"

As much as I hated Tess for literally acting like a nine year old and embarrassing  me like this, I didn't want to hurt her feelings. 

"Yep," I said annoyed. 

"Oh," replied Billie, "Sorry dude, but I kinda wanted to talk to her alone for a second so if you don't mind." She gestured towards the door.

"This is bullshit," replied Tess while walking to the door, "I swear if you do anything to my girl you'll regret it." She slammed the door behind her.

Billie had a mixture of emotions on her face ranging from confusion to annoyance.

"Oh shit, I'm really sorry about her. I don't know why she's like that."

"Nah, it's fine I can see why anyone would get protective over you," she said flirtatiously, "Just one thing though, she said you were "her girl." Are you?"

"Oh god no. She's just a bit.. clingy," I reassured.

"Okay good," Billie said making me blush, "So when we were talking at the coffee shop, you knew who I was the whole time?"

"Actually, no I didn't I had no idea who you were at all until I saw you walk on stage."

"Bro how did you not know who's concert you were going to," she laughed which made my heart burst a little.

"I-I don't know," I stuttered, "I mean, I won the tickets to your concert and had no clue who you were and didn't really bother to do research."

"Ouch," she replied playfully, "Wait, I still don't know your name."

I'm such an idiot.

How did I not tell her my name?

I'm such an idiot.

Did I mention I'm an idiot?

"Oh! Sorry, my name's Olivia," I replied.

While looking me right in the eyes she told me, "Olivia. Damn, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

I blushed extremely hard and looked away. I knew for a fact my face was bright pink. But I mean, who wouldn't be affected by her. She seems so perfect.

"Can I get your insta?" She snaps me out of it.

"Yeah of course."

She gives me her phone and I type in my insta. I click follow, and bam. Now she follows me.

"Hell yeah, thanks dude," she  says, "It was nice meeting you, and you wouldn't mind if  come to the coffee shop and talk to you or hit you up on insta or anything would you?"