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

{46}✔️

Billie's POV
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"She wants to go, so I'm asking her Friday," I explained. "I just don't know how, though. I know it's supposed to be special, but I'm not good with that kind of stuff."

"Didn't you tell me you write music? You and your brother could write her a song." Bea suggested. I shook my head. "That's cliche as fuck."

"So, I'm guessing you don't wanna make her a poster either?"

"Absolutely not."

"I think you should just ask. Like, hey we're dating so...Maybe we should go to this together?" Finneas suggested. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What part of 'special' don't you get? I feel like she'd dump me on the spot if I just asked her like that...How does Claudia put up with you?" I rolled my eyes.

"I'm romantic!" He defended himself. "I just think it's pretty on brand for you to just come out and ask like it's no big deal...But if you don't wanna go that route, maybe you should consider hiring a mariachi band because I swear—"

"Next idea." I don't know what the fuck his obsession with mariachi bands is, but that's always what he suggests.

"Maybe you should ask her friends? I'm sure they'd know." Bea shrugged before popping another pickle into her mouth. I crinkled my nose in disgust. I don't know why she likes pickles and I don't know why she insisted on eating a whole jar of pickles rather than letting one of us make her something to eat, and I don't know why we even had a jar of pickles here in the first place. I'm disgusted.

"That's a nice idea...You know, when your dad asked me to prom, he did it by making me a short film." My mom interjected. I smirked at her. "Was it one of those old, silent, black and white films?"

"Haha, I'm so old." She grumbled sarcastically. "At least he knew how to ask me."

She's got me there.

"I'm gonna call Cadence." I sigh, excusing myself from the kitchen table. I hear Bea and Finneas start arguing about food once again and my mom and dad talking about some business deal they're working on as I leave.

Once I get to my room, I dial the number and wait for her to pick up. Hopefully, she isn't with Dahlia yet. I know they're hanging out today after Dahlia spends some time with Caden.

"What's up?"

I breathe a sigh of relief after hearing her voice. "Dahlia mentioned going dress shopping with you yesterday when I was driving her home and I know she wouldn't have mentioned that if she didn't wanna go to the dance, so now I'm trying to figure out how to ask her and I wanna make it special but not cliche and I have no idea what to do because what if I mess this up and she refuses to go with me because if I fuck up asking her imagine how bad I could fuck up at the actual dance. What if I mess this up and she dumps me? What if she doesn't even wanna go?" I rushed out.

She was silent for a moment before she laughed loudly. "Y'all two are some damn fools, you know that?"

"What?"

"Don't worry, she really wants to go and I know that because she's been talking to me about it for a few days. She saw a dress she really wants and that's mainly why she wants to go." She laughed. "She wants you to ask her."