[ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ]

// ⱽᵃˡᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵉ'ˢ ᴰᵃʸ: ᵂʰⁱᵗᵉ ᶜʰᵒᶜᵒˡᵃᵗᵉ //

[ Fluff ]

The sound of my alarm engulfs my senses, making me open my eyes. I rub my eyes, trying to reduce the grogginess and crankiness I start to feel before I raise my phone to my face, momentarily blinding my vision. I squint my eyes the lessen the blurriness of the lockscreen.

4:30 P.M.

February 14.

Valentine's Day.

"Oh shit, I gotta get ready!" I swipe the covers off of my body before hopping out of bed, running towards the closet. I took long impatient ridden power naps to speed up the process of finally prepping the house for Billie's arrival.

Billie and I agreed we didn't want to do something big for Valentine's Day this year. With Billie's tours and constant meetings, her schedule just doesn't have enough space to spend time with me anymore. I don't fault her for this, of course, it comes with the job of being a successful singer. It was Billie's idea, and I agreed, we both thought it was best to wind down and spend time with each other. After all, Valentine's Day isn't a competition between friends and family on "who can buy the biggest and most valuable things to prove our love", it's about having fun with the one you love.

I stop shuffling to shudder.

"God, that sounded cheesy." I mumble before continuing to find one of Billie's most comfortable hoodies.

After what seems like endless shuffles through countless hoodies, I stop when I find the perfect one.

"Aha, there you are." I say, grabbing the white hoodie with 'Billie Eilish' spray painted green. I turn around to meet the body mirror to hold the hoodie in front of me. I smile, pleased with how it's gonna look on me before quickly shuffling it on and scurrying into the kitchen.

Billie should be here in about an hour or two from her meeting. I have to make pizza, spread flower petals, pick a movie, etc. Fingers crossed I finish this all before she enters the house.

I grab two large vegetarian frozen pizzas and set them aside to preheat the oven. As soon as I set them on two large pans and shove them in the oven, I slide into the bathroom.

Just because we're doing a relatively chill Valentine's doesn't mean I still can't look pretty.

I dampen my face before scrubbing it with exfoliant to prepare for a face mask. After lathering the thick black substance all over my cheeks, nose, chin, and forehead, I use the fifteen minutes to wait for the mask to be peeled to light some scented candles all around the house. I then get a text from Billie, lighting up my phone with the photo of the both of us, her kissing my cheek set as my lockscreen.

[Billie 💕]:

wrapping things up rn. cant wait to see you

[Billie 💕]:

happy valentine's day babygirl

I bite my lips to hold back the giddy smile forming on my lips. I set down the phone and dash back into the bedroom, grabbing my makeup bag on the nightstand. I look into the body mirror once more and test the tackiness of the mask by tugging on it a bit. I raise it to see no residue left behind, mentally noting it's time to peel it off. I slide into the bathroom and rip the whole thing off in one fell swoop, looking down to see the grime out of my pores and the baby hairs off of my face. I shake my head in disgust before dropping it in the trash, looking up in the bathroom mirror to see my face flushed red from rawness, stinging a bit when I graze on fingertips on my cheek. At least it's smooth.

I put up my hair into a messy bun to get the hair out of my face to put on my makeup. I only bother to put on eyeliner, lip tint and mascara, deciding against flooding my pores with foundation, concealer, and blush just yet and keeping my face relatively fresh. I pat my face with a warm damp towel before lathering on moisturizer. I tilt my face to the left, then the right. Should I keep my hair up in a cute messy bun?