Horns // Billie Eilish

Sixteen

Alexis

"So, how are things with Billie?" Darius asks as he puts his feet up on my dash, making me roll my eyes.

"First of all, quit it," I say and push his legs off with one hand while keeping my eyes on the road and my other hand on the wheel. "And they're great," I mumble as I feel a blush creeping onto my cheeks.

"Yeah?" he asks with a smile and I nod.

"Yeah. Like, honestly kinda perfect. We're in that honeymoon phase or whatever the fuck people call it," I admit a little shyly and bite my lip. "She's so fucking great, dude."

Things really have been pretty close to perfect with Billie. Especially since we got back from the camping trip a couple of weeks ago. I've been sleeping over at her house a lot recently, which her parents have been super chill with. No matter how much time we spend together, we don't get sick of each other and we never fight.

"Awww, Lexi's in love," he coos and I scrunch my nose.

"Don't fucking call me that."

"You let Billie call you that."

"Billie has sex with me," I say with a shrug and he snorts in amusement as he leans his chair back.

"You heard from Berklee yet?"

I sigh and shake my head, "Nah. I'm guessing it's not good news at this point," I mumble casually, as if I'm not staying up and tearing my hair out over it every night. Sleeping with Billie helps calm me down though.

"Fuck off, they'd be dumb as shit not to let you in, don't worry about it," he insists and I smile slightly at his attempt to make me feel better.

"Thanks, but I need more than to just get in. I need a fat scholarship or I can kiss it goodbye," I point out and sigh. "USC offered my full ride, I might have to go with that if I don't get into Berklee."

"Fuck USC, bro. It's gonna be all the preppy rich kids you hate from your high school," he says and I groan in reply.

"I know, but it's a good school and I'm broke as hell."

"Don't you want to get out of LA anyway? Get far away from Jonah and all that shit," he asks and I nod.

"That was the plan, yeah. But I shouldn't let him keep dictating what I do after I pay him back, you know? And staying in LA doesn't sound so bad now that I'm with Billie."

"Oh so you'll stay for her but not your best friend of, like, eleven fucking years?" he asks and I laugh.

"Again, Billie has sex with me."

"You're the worst," he grumbles and shakes his head.  "How close are you to paying Jonah back anyway?" he asks and looks over at me.

"So fucking close, dude," I reply and clench my fingers around the wheel slightly in excitement. "Once I sell all the shit I got left, I'm home free. Should be done by the end of the month at the rate I'm going."

"Fuck yeah!" he says happily and punches my arm excitedly, which earns a glare because I'm driving. "Man, I'm so excited for you to be fucking done with this."

"Me too," I say and let out a breath at just the thought. "Things won't be perfect but...they'll be better."

The more I think about the concept of being done with this chapter of my life, the more excited I get, and a smile creeps onto my lips. No more dealing, no more fighting, no more threats, no more having to spend time with killers, and most importantly; no more Jonah controlling my life. No more Jonah at all.