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

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A/N: so I have asthma and can't breathe at all rn but I'm taking comfort in the fact that Billie has asthma too so at least while I'm on the floor wheezing and trying not to die I can think of that and feel closer to her amirite :/ enjoy the chapter.

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Dahlia's POV
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"I can't believe this shit. This shit is what I cannot believe. This shit right here? Unbelievable. Unbelievable shit right here. The shit that is right the fuck here is un—"

"My god, I love you, but shut the fuck up," Billie whined. I bit the inside of my cheek and huffed, glaring at the stage in front of me. She reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly. "I know this sucks, but it's gonna be alright! Whatever play we end up doing will turn out amazing. It'll get done, drama club and drama class will be saved, and all will be well. All you have to do is believe."

"I don't want to be positive right now, Billie, I want to wallow in self-pity and throw a shit fit." I hissed.

She sighed and let go of my hand. "Hey, I don't want to be here anymore than you do. I don't think any of these people do! But we're here, so we've gotta make the best of it."

"The difference between me and all these other people, though, is that they don't technically have to be here. I do. At least you have a choice!" I grumbled.

I spoke to principal Myers earlier today and he made it pretty clear that I am president of drama club and that I need to help Mrs. East put on a play before the end of this month or the blame for drama club being canceled next year would be put partially on me. That's the last thing I fucking want.

"Dahlia Doe, three years ago, what did Beyonce say?" Billie questioned. I side eyed her, not knowing what the hell she was referring to, and she shook her head at me. "She said when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade! That's what you're gonna have to do here!" She punched my shoulder enthusiastically and my frown deepened. " I don't want to make lemonade. I don't like lemonade."

"Well—"

"Dahlia!?" Mrs. East whisper yelled as she gestured for me to get up and walk toward her. Billie gave my thigh a small squeeze before I sighed, stood up from my seat, and trudged over to her. "Alright, it's your time to talk now. You go on that stage and pretend you're happy to be here! This is theatre! You've got to act!" She tried to motivate me.

I stared at her blankly. "Well, since we haven't had a single club meeting this year, and since I haven't been in a single drama class this year, I don't know how to act."

"Lose the 'tude, Dahlia Doe!" She narrowed her eyes at me before sighing. "If you keep a positive attitude while doing this I might be able to go back and change your grade on that family project from a C to a B minus."

"I'd like a B plus. And ten bonus points on the final exam for both Billie and me." I crossed my arms over my chest and raised a brow at her. "And I'd also like to get Petrillo and Capone back."

"What? Why? You hated them."

"Yeah, but I always like to take a souvenir from each of my school years, you know? I usually just steal a few textbooks, but I figured it'd be cool to have my babies instead this year. As long as they're turned off, of course."