EyeLash [}Billie Eilish{]

Explain

"I want a fucking explanation."

"I'm out right now-"

"On a date." She mumbled.

"No Billie." I looked over to Garrett and he had a smile on his face.

"Gee, I thought we had something. It's been almost two weeks and you haven't taken any of my calls. All I get from you is a fucking YouTube video about your trip to Montreal and you didn't even say you saw me."

"Billie I can't do this right now. I'll call you when I get home."

"Don't fucking bother." I pressed end.

"Don't look so amused."

"That isn't Billie Eilish." He said.

"Am I the only one in the world who didn't know her?" I questioned and he laughed nodding.

"This is so much more interesting than my story. Tell me."

"Ugh, it's a long story."

"I'm so happy to be back here."

"Never thought I'd hear someone say that about this town."

"I know." He smiled.

"So anyway, tell me about this guy who's ass I'll need to kick."

"As long as you'll tell me about what even that heated phone call was about." He stuck out his pinky.

"Are you serious?" I cocked an eyebrow and he nodded. I rolled my eyes and hooked my pinky in his.

"Ok well... Zack. We got engaged and things got weird, he got touchy and moody and I was like ok just nervous like pre-wedding jitters." He sighed, next thing I know it was one-thirty in the morning.

"That's not fair, I didn't get to hear your story." He said as I buckled Tom in his seat.

"Come back to my apartment. I'll be just like old times."

"Yea?" He smiled and I nodded. "I'll follow you."

"Man I can't believe you have a kid." He said sitting on the couch as I closed the bedroom door.

"Um... that's kinda why I fucked up my hand."

"Oh?" He sat up as I sat on the couch next to him. I filled him in on everything Tom related and some of the Billie situation. But I wanted to keep most of what we had to myself. Around four AM Garrett was passed out on the couch and my phone rang.

"Hello?" I whispered.

"Thanks for calling me back."

"Billie?" I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at the unfamiliar number.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Um..."  I looked at Garrett on the couch.

"You're with someone." She stated.

"Yes. But not like that."

"Seriously?" She was crying now.

"Billie... he's-"

"He." She repeated.

"Billie let me talk please." She stayed quiet. "I'm sorry. These past two weeks have been crazy... Tom started his terrible twos and court is going off soon...."

"Yeah, and I thought that you were going to talk to me about this stuff."

"I... I thought you'd forget about me by now. Move on, not want to deal with this crap."

"Gemma you and Tom, your struggle aren't 'crap' I miss you so much. I miss you guys so fucking much."

"I miss you too... I honestly do."

"Well, why didn't you want to talk to me?"

"It's... it's not that simple."

"I think it is."

"Billie..." I started to cry. I ended the call and rubbed my eyes, what the fuck was I doing. As my phone rang again it was facetime from Billie. I pressed answer and I was sitting in the dark kitchen so she could barely see me.

"You don't like me." She said quietly.

"Billie that's not it." I rubbed my eyes again and chewed on my lip.

"What'd I do wrong?" She questioned. She was laying in her bunk.

"Nothing... it's not you it's me." She rolled her eyes. "No ok..." I sighed. "I like you. A lot, and I've told you things I've never even said out loud. That scared me. I was thinking you'd kinda just drop me after you went back to the states."

"I care about you so much, I..." she looked away and then back at the screen. "I actually wanted to keep this going." It was quiet for a few minutes.

"I really care about you, these past two weeks have been so hard on me. All I wanted to do was call you, and tell you my problems but I felt so guilty about it. Our age difference... "

"I've told you about this before."

"I know but... There is such a huge age gap and your underage. Your famous and my youtube is blowing up, and I'm going to court for Tom the last thing I need is something to come out about this."

"Nothing has to happen."

"But..."

"You want something to happen?" She questioned.

"No," I said to quickly, she looked up at me. "I mean." I sighed.

"Pretend it's the 18 of December." She said I assumed that was her birthdate. "Would you want something to happen?" I looked at her for a long minute.

"Of course I would."