Don't Hug Me I'm Scared {Billie Eilish}

{17} ✔️

Billie's POV
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"Dude, that's insane. How'd you learn to fight like that?" She questioned before handing me my phone back and focusing on my eyebrows again. I shrugged. "I ugh—my last school was rough. And I used to be obsessed with wrestling."

"Why did you leave your old school?"

"I'll tell you about that later," I sighed, trying to avoid that conversation. I just wanna forget about my last school completely. "Are you almost done, baby?"

"No."

I groaned and shut my eyes tightly. She'd been doing my makeup for like thirty minutes now and I was getting tired of it, but I'm not in any position to be complaining right now.

"You look fucking tired." She mumbled. I hummed in response. I am tired. I didn't sleep at all last night. I spent half the night staring at her as she slept, wondering how I'd managed to find such an amazing friend and how I'd managed to somehow get her to like me in the same way I liked her, and half the night staring at my phone as I tried everything I could to get that stupid picture off of Facebook. I reported every post about it that I saw and sent a lengthy message to the Facebook fuckers in charge of monitoring content or whatever the fuck. Hopefully, because she's underage, it'll be easy for them to remove all traces of it. I hope.

I don't know what else to do, though. Getting something off the internet is like impossible. What's worse is that I haven't even begun to think of how in the hell to get ahold of all the print outs of that picture. There's no way to know who exactly has one and who doesn't.

I feel fucking helpless. My stomach drops down to my ass every time I think of how shitty this all is and how this is my whole entire fault. I feel sick just thinking about how not in control of this situation I am, and I feel guilty for feeling bad because I know the one suffering the most is the girl plucking the hell out of my eyebrows right now. As bad as I feel, I know she must feel ten thousand times worse, and I hate that.

I wish it was my picture going around instead. I hate that this had to happen right now. Why couldn't it at the very least happen toward the end of the year? Or better yet, the end of senior year! That way she at least wouldn't have to deal with seeing these assholes for so long, but nope. It's basically still the beginning of the year.

"Stop fucking fidgeting, Eilish." She growled.

"It hurts! I like my thick brows, by the way. Don't fucking pluck them all off."

"I'm not! I'm just getting rid of all the hair that doesn't look good!"

"None of it looks good! It's an eyebrow, eyebrows don't look good! They're eyebrows!"

She sighed before throwing the tweezers down and then sending me a small smile. "I fucking hate you, dude."

"Thank you, baby."

"Teach me how to drive."

I raised my brows at her in surprise, not expecting that. I hadn't been expecting a lot of what had happened these past few days. "What?"

"Teach me how to drive! Come on, it'll be fun! I'm not that bad, I just need more practice and soon I'll be good enough to actually get my license."