Smile, Billie [ a billie eilish fanfic | girl x girl ]

7 - bitches broken hearts

7 - bitches broken hearts

My mom, and her new-found best friend, (aka Billie's mom), have just dropped us off to this small, five-star resort in Downtown, LA, as they went to grab some coffee.

I know. They're grabbing coffee at Starbucks at night.

It's about 7 pm, so basically, we're going night swimming.

Right now, I'm standing alone with Billie, nearby the pool area.

You're alone with Billie, Bea.

I know.

You're gonna swim with Billie, you dum-dum.

Thank you, I also know that.

You'll see Billie in a freaking swimsuit.

Oh, shit.

That's right, dum-dum, you have to be nervous!

I'm not gonna feel nervous.

Too late.

I start to feel my hands and feet turn colder as I think of swimming with Billie.

"This place is fancy as fuck," Billie says as she looks at the pool.

As expected in a five star resort in Downtown, LA, there aren't that much people swimming.

There were like, what? 10 people swimming?

And the rest of the people are in swimsuits, but they don't go in the water; all they do is pose and take pictures for their Instagrams.

The people have this rich vibe, and I feel totally out of place.

"Totally," I reply.

"So, what you wanna do?" she turns to look at me.

Even in the dark, her blue eyes seem to shimmer like stars as she meets my brown ones.

She gives me a dimpled grin as she awaits for my reply.

"I, uh..." I murmur, at loss of words.

She raises an eyebrow in confusion.

You're so embarrassing, Bea.

"Let's go swim," I say.

You're gonna see Billie in a swimsuit, dum-dum!

I know that, sheesh. Shut up, mind.

No way, I'm gonna hype you up. This will be your best night ever.

I roll my eyes and facepalm myself mentally.

"Aight," she agrees as she brings her swimsuit out of her bag.

She holds it using her arm.

It's a simple, black, one-piece swimsuit.