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

{83}✔️

Billie's POV
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"This would look cute on you," Kai shrugged, handing me a crop top. I glanced at it for a brief second before snatching it out of her hands and putting it right back onto the rack. "It's gonna be too cold to wear something like that."

"It's gonna be like 70 degrees tomorrow."

I shrugged and continued to go through the clothes on the rack in front of me. I asked Kai if she wanted to come shopping with me after school so that we could spend some time together. I figured that since she's gonna be in my house for at least another week or two and we agreed to be civil, I should try hanging out with her a bit. You know, without threatening her life every time she speaks.

She's not that bad actually. We seem to have a lot in common when it comes to our taste in music and tv shows and shit like that. Fashion, though? Not at all.

"I don't know, man, I bet I could just find something at home to wear." I mumbled tiredly, rolling my eyes as I walked away from the clothing rack. This store doesn't seem to have anything except for tight, brightly colored, girly clothes. It isn't my style at all, but Kai's found like a billion things that she wants.

"Billie, come on. It's V-day we're talking about. It's special!"

"Not really," I grumbled bitterly. Maybe if Dahlia and I were still together I'd be obsessing over finding something good to wear, but we're not together anymore and it doesn't seem like we will be any time soon, if ever again, so why should I give a shit what I put on to cover my ass? "I should just wear something casual so it doesn't seem like I'm trying too hard. Cause I'm not."

"Yeah, you're not trying at all," She rolled her eyes. "Billie, Dahlia's gonna be there and I bet she's gonna look great! Don't you wanna impress her?"

"No. What would be the point?" She doesn't want me back. If I got all dressed up I'd be doing it for no reason.

"You've been in a slump since you two broke up, and that's fine, you get to be sad, but don't you think you'd feel just a little bit better if you found something nice to wear out? You'd feel confident again, and that's exactly what you need! Plus, this is the first time you two are gonna be hanging out since breaking up. Other than working on the project, of course."

She's not wrong.

Plus, we turned that project in today which means that tomorrow will be our first time hanging out, not because we have to, but because we want to.

I mean, this is a friend group thing, not just the two of us, but still. It's something.

We've got another project coming up literally the day after tomorrow, so I guess I don't really have to be worried that we won't be seeing much more of each other after finishing up the last one, but still. I want to know that we'll still hang out without being forced to. This is gonna be like...A trial, kind of?

If tomorrow doesn't go well then she probably won't wanna hang out again outside of school and shit. So that means tomorrow has to be fucking perfect, and I can't blow it.

The first step to not blowing it is dressing nicely.

"Let's go into rue 21 after this," I mumbled, letting out a small sigh. "Their clothes aren't nearly as disgusting."