Panic // Billie Eilish

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I wake up to Billie's arms hugging my naked body and my phone continuously vibrating. I turn my head slowly towards Billie, not wanting to wake her up. She delicately inhales, a strand of her silver hair floating up as she exhales. She looks so peaceful, so absolutely perfect. Completely different demeanour in contrast to last night. Last night, she looked all seductive and shit.

My head feels completely fucked. Since when was I into girls? I've always known myself as being straight. But then again, how come sleeping with her feels good and sleeping with guys doesn't?

I sigh as I finally rip my focus away from her, eying my phone which has yet again, been slept on. Radiation is going to kill me, I do that way too often.

I open my phone to see tonnes and tonnes of messages from Tristan, begging me to see him. I feel so guilty for letting him stew in his own guilt for a whole day and a bit, while I've been rolling around with Billie.

Well... More than rolling around.

I carefully unravel myself from Billie's grip before hopping off the bed and gathering the clothes that Billie lent me yesterday. I put them on, wondering if she will be pissed that I'm leaving her house in her clothing. I just don't want to go back home, wearing my clothes which reek of weed and sunset rum. I'm not in the mood, nor never will be in the mood, for one of my Mother's intervention's for 'getting back into my old ways'.

I look in Billie's mirror to see the overly eager hickey's tattooed over my neck. I sigh, trying to pull the collar of the hoodie up to cover them. I scan my face, not seeing any pimples but seeing something worse.

I look back down at my phone and see the latest text Tristan had sent, causing my heart to ache.

Tristan : Talia, I love You. So much it scares me. I want to make things right if you are willing to give me a chance to speak to you in person. I will do anything to get you back. I will give up smoking and drinking altogether, for you

I give Billie one more longing glance before tiptoeing out of her room, shutting her door quietly. I grab my keys from the kitchen counter before heading out the door. When I get to standing outside the front door, I realise I have no way of locking it. And she's home alone. And she's famous.

"You gotta be kidding me" I mutter, feeling pure failure from attempt of sneaking out. I stand there for a solid five minutes, preparing to go back in, pretending I never snuck out in the first place.

The second I am about to re-enter the house, opening the door ajar, I hear a woman's voice behind me.

"You can leave that open hun." I spin around on my heel to see a short woman coming up the stairs, a man following behind her.

"Sorry hun, didn't mean to scare you. I'm Maggie. Billie's and Fin's Mom" She says, bringing her hand to mine and giving it a tight squeeze.

"Talia. Curd" I smile politely as I then go to shake the man's hand.

"Patrick. Dad" He says with a chuckle.

"You here with Billie or Fin?" Maggie asks and I turn my attention back to her. I notice her eying my clothing, probably realising its Billie's. Maybe she thinks I'm the crazy fan who broke into her home.

"Oh um... Billie. I was just borrowing her clothing because I spilt stuff on mine and..."

"Don't stress love" Maggie giggles.

Phew.

"Is Billie awake? Have you had breakfast yet? Would you like to stay for some?-" Patrick puts a hand on Maggie's shoulder.