Head In The Clouds( a Billie Eilish fanfiction)

Chapter One

"Why are you guys so interested in talking about boys anyway?" Billie sipped orange juice from a straw in a plastic bottle, swirling the sweet liquid around in her mouth and enjoying the way it went down her throat. "I mean, boys. I don't ever want to be in a relationship. Gross." She shuddered.

The girls gave her a weird look, like they always did whenever Billie said something that totally crashed their conversation.

Billie shrugged, acting as though it didn't affect her at all. But it did. It always did. Her heart had been scarred so many times that she had lost track of how many collection of scars and holes they were on her heart. Not that she bothered to, anyway.

  "I'll go now," Billie said, standing up and stepping out of her chair. She tossed her silver hair back that was pooling around her shoulders before. She heard Sandra mutter "You better," but she pretended she didn't hear it and went to the nearest bin to discard the empty bottle.

  She proceeded to walk toward the hallway that led to the-she checked her timetable-Art Class. She pulled her black hood over her head, making sure her hair was tucked neatly into the hood, and didn't glance back once.

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"Mom, Dad, I'm home."

Billie got up from her place on the couch and ran toward her brother with outstretched arms, embracing him. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of being in her brother's arms. "I've missed you, Finneas," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

"It's been only a day." Finneas patted her gently on the head. He pulled away and ducked his head to meet Billie's eyes, his eyes the same striking and stormy blue like his sister's. "Anything wrong? You seem tired."

Billie didn't really know either. She rubbed at her eyes. "I miss you," she repeated.

"I miss you too," Finneas said, his voice soft and warm despite being rumbly and deep. "Where's Mom and Dad?"

"Out buying groceries." Billie cupped Finneas's cheeks and squished them. "Yep," she said, popping the 'p', "still the same ol' brother."

Finneas squished Billie's cheeks back.

Billie stuck out her tongue and spat saliva all over her brother's face.

"Eww!" Finneas shook his head. "Go get me a towel."

Billie went over to the couch, snatched a purple-red towel up, and helped Finneas wipe off the drops of saliva on his face.

Finneas winced as the towel came in contact with his skin. The edges of his eyes crinkled. "Why is the towel wetter?" His voice was light with laughter.

"I drooled all over it while I was asleep."

"You little-"

Billie couldn't help but laugh and saw Finneas squinting at her.

"What?" she asked. "Why are you looking at me like that? You look like a fucking creep."

"That's the first happy sound I've ever heard come out of your mouth," said Finneas, his tone turning serious.

"It's funny." Billie shrugged it off, even though she felt a tug at her heartstrings.

"It's never funny," Finneas retorted, not joking at all.

  Billie sighed, the empty feeling punching her in the chest again. "Finneas?"

  "Hmm?"

  "I'm tired. I wanna go to sleep." Billie shuffled her feet nervously. "There's something I want to tell you. Something...private."

  Finneas's face softened and he bent down, pointing at his back. "Come on. I'll give you a piggyback ride upstairs."

  As Billie climbed on her brother's back, she immediately looped her arms around his neck and he lifted her up as though she weighed as light as a feather.

  Finneas's back was warm, warm, warm and Billie felt the tightness in her chest ease away a little. She buried her face into Finneas's neck. "Thank you. I love you, bro."

  Billie could sense Finneas smiling. "I love you too."