Panic // Billie Eilish

F I V E

"Come on wake up! Finneas is buying us food" Billie says as she jumps onto me, straddling me.

"What the fuck, get off" I groan as I cuddle further into the blankets. I'm not a morning person if you can't tell. But damn, when I open my eyes, how can I not smile. That girls smile infectious. She looks like an excited child who just found her presents from Santa.

"Come on Tal, it's two in the fucking afternoon. You like Taco Bell right?" She says dismissing my last comment, and i'm glad she does. This feels kinda comfortable...

I nod my head, chuckling as I admire her excitement for food.

"What?" She says. "Do you wanna eat something else?" She slides her hand, south from her stomach. 

"You can be so damn sexual man" I grab a pillow from beside me, hitting her over the head lightly as I roll my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips. She grabs the pillow chucking it to the side. 

"Excuse me, Talia, you messed up my hair" She tugs her hair tie from her messy bun causing her silver hair to fall swiftly against her shoulders. She is stunning.

"Oh no, don't worry it was already pretty gross looking" Her mouth drops open and one of her eyebrows arches before she leans closer. A cheeky smile takes over her face. 

"Someones back to their feisty self. You better fucking apologise or i'ma have to do something to make you apologise" she growls tickling my sides. 

"Whoa, fuck off" I say throwing my head back in laughter as I try to slap her hands away. One thing about me is that I'm really fucking ticklish, and now she knows that. She wraps her hands around my wrists and pushes them down above me, her face falling inches from mine. 

"Well apologise, bitch" She stares down at me challengingly for a few seconds before her face softens, her gaze landing on my lips. Her breath hitches slightly and mine copies. I run my tongue over my lips and her mouth opens slightly in response.

She starts to lean right, but then leans left, observing how I follow her every action, turning my head. She finally starts to lean down and the door flies open.

"You guys ready to order yet?" Finneas asks, walking in, but engaged in whatever is on his phone. Billie jumps off me quickly and onto the other side of the bed, her back hitting the mattress with ease. Finneas sure does like barging in. 

Probably for the best though. I can't do Tristan like that. And can't do myself like that again. That shit messes with my mind and I promised myself that I would try to do less shit which messes with my mind.

As soon as we give Fin our burrito orders, I lie back down on Billie's bed, groaning as I pick up my phone from the bed. I must have slept on it, damn it.

1 message from Tristan.

Tristan: Hey can we talk?

3 messages from Mom

Mom: Where are you?

You coming home soon sweetie?

Please don't tell me you're getting back into your old habits.

1 message from Conan

Conan: Yo, what happened last night? X

"You okay?" Billie asks, looking concerned as she plops herself back down on the bed next to me, after talking to Fin.

"Yeh I'm fine, just people... messaging" Billie grabs my phone off me and looks at my messages.

"I am safe and will be back tomorrow" Billie says as she texts my Mom. "Conan, my hoe, I will tell you everything later. And Tristan... go fuck yourself"