~ Reagan POV~
A couple of days went by before Finneas texted me again. I got an invite to his birthday party, which happens to be tonight and I'm not feeling it. Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy, but I feel like things have been weird between us since the day after Shana's party. His texts are less bold and flirty, which leaves me in nothing but confusion.
I brush off my thoughts as I feel the hot water turn cold again. I carefully turn it off as I step out of the shower, searching for a clean towel to wrap around my naked body. I open a few cabinets before spotting a huge pile of dirty, soaked towels in the corner of the bathroom. "No fucking way" I grown in frustration. This has to be the seventh time this month that the laundry scedual goes to shit. I can't believe that I have to live with these dumbasses, but I'm glad I'm home alone though.
Hours went by untill I finally decided to get ready for Finneas' birthday party. What should I wear though? Something sexy or just casual? Maybe something sexy will remind him of the picture I sended him a few nights ago. I giggle to myself as I grab a few things out off my closet. I decided to wear an utility cargo set with a crop top and some fine ass jewelery to make the outfit complete. "Damn, I look hot" I say to myself as I walk past the bedroom mirror, grabbing my phone and car keys from the nightstand. I quickly run downstairs and lock the door behind me, realizing that I'm running late.
Moments later I pull up at Finneas' house and park my car in the parkinglot. I step out and slowly walk towards the front door. Luckily it's open, so I don't have to wait around in the cold like an idiot. As I walk inside I smell the scent of sigarets and alcohol. The room seems blurry because of it.
I greet a couple of familiar faces while I make my way to the kitchen counter. It's filled with red cups, booze and.. Takis? Jezus, they haunt me. I take a handfull of them before laying back against the counter, considering what I'd drink tonight.
Suddenly I feel two warm hands run up and down my waist. My lips curl into a smile when I notice it's Finneas. He turns my hips around, so I'd face him. "Happy birthday Fin" I softly say and wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. When our lips connect he deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue inside my mouth. I smile against his lips and let out a slight moan before pulling away again.
"You're so beautiful. Come sit with us" he says and interlocks his fingers with mine, leading me towards the couch in the livingroom. I hestitate for a moment when I see a very familiar face staring at me with a naughty smirk and seductive eyes.
Billie
Damn, she looks fucking good though. Her beautiful dark, grey hair falls perfectly over her shoulder and her jewelery matches her outfit very well. She wears another tracksuit, a custom design this time, which means she must have a solid job or something. I immediately avoid eyecontact and take my place next to Finneas on the couch.
Billie sits almost directly across from us, which makes me even more nervous. I just can't stop thinking about the fact that she heard me during my 'performance'. I cringe at the thought of it and try to focus on something else.
The evening went pretty great so far. I talked and laughed a lot with Finneas' friends, who seemed to be very interested in me for some reason. They asked me stuff about school, work, passions and whatever the hell not. I try to answer them as honest as possible untill Finneas interrupts our conversation by pulling me gently onto his lap.
"I didn't know you were into art" he whispers and kisses my neck softly, while resting his hands on my tighs. I frown in confusion and look back at him which makes him frown too. "I showed you sketches a few nights ago" I mumble as I turn my back at him again. My thoughts take me right back to the feelings from earlier this morning, while Finneas tries his best to remember.
"Never mind. I must have showed them to someone else instead" I quickly say as I face him again. He smiles as I peck his lips, before standing up to get myself another drink. When I enter the kitchen I take a seat at the counter and stare at my empty cup for while.
"Having fun so far mamas?" a familiar voice suddenly says, breaking me from my thoughts. I look up and notice that it's Billie, leaning against the wall with a cup covering her lips. "Yeah, totally" I snort when I playfully roll my eyes. I'm not sure what to tell her exactly. "Looks like you need another drink though. You seem pretty out of it" she says as she takes the seat next to me. "Or has this something to do with our little introduction from before?"
Shit. I look away quickly as I feel my cheeks burn up again. "So it is" she smirks as she gets a little closer to me. I can't believe that we're actually gonna talk about this. "No, it's not" I explain in defense, but I can tell she isn't buying it. At all. "Okay, maybe a little" I give in while burring my face inside of my hands. Why am I like this? I hear her chuckle when she gently tries to reveal my face again. "Aigh, it's all good. Can we start over?" she asks as she reaches out for my hand. "I'm Billie" she introduces. I can't help, but smile at her silly, yet sexy attempt to cheer me up.
Eventually I decide to take her hand. "Nice to meet you Billie, I'm Reagan" I chuckle and carefully shake her hand. We stare at eachother for a brief moment when I suddenly feel her nails stroking the top of my hand. She never breaks eyecontact, which makes me shiver. I can't tell why I don't let go of her hand immediately. Something in her eyes just make me wanna keep looking. "You can let go now" she smirks, which snaps me right back to reality. "Right, sorry" I apologize as I slowly let go of her hand while moving a little further away from her.
"Come, we're gonna play beerpong with a couple of my friends" she suggests and gets up from her seat. I get up as well and fill my cup with a drink before following her to the backyard. Billie teams up with some girl who seems to be pretty into her as I team up with Fin. "The losers need to do a dare, just saying" Billie yells as she takes her place behind the table. Finneas wraps his arm around my shoulder and gives her a certain look. "What kind of dare?" I'm wondering.
As the game begins I notice that Billie is killing it, but so am I. We play games like this at home all the time which gives me a slight advance. People gather around us when the game starts to get more and more intens. Finneas and the random girl stepped aside, so only me and Billie were left and it seems like I'm winning.
"Fuck this dumbass game" she mumbles as the ball bounces right out of the cup. I smirk as I hear my side of the crowd roar like we're in the fucking Olympics. I decide to play with the audience a little to make her even more frustrated. "Okay, okay, we get it. Eyes closed for the last one" she challenges while giving me a playfull wink. I bite my lip in responds as I slowly but surely take my place behind the table while focussing on the distance for a few seconds.
"I got this" I mumble to myself as I take a deep breath. I close my eyes and throw the ball with a steady hand. When I open them again I see that it perfectly lands inside the cup, which makes everyone cheer. Except for one. I could tell that Billie was surprised by my amazing beerpong skills, which made her walk up to me with a slight grin on her face. She slowly leans forward so her cheek practically touches mine. "Sheesh, show-off. Congrats though, but I'll totally get your ass next time" she whispers with a slight smirk as she brushes her lips against my ear.
My body shivers in responds which she obviously notices. I laugh it away quickly when my smile suddenly changes into a frown. My thoughts take me right back to night of Shana's party. Wait, sheesh? I've heard that one before. I took my phone out of my back pocket and scrolled through my messages untill my eyes stumble upon Finneas' reaction after I sended him the private picture.
Finneas: you're so beautiful and incredibly sexy. Sheesh, I just can't believe you'd choose me out of all of these people.
Well, this makes tonight a lot more interesting.
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Control - Billie Eilish
FanfictionBillie Eilish Lesbian story. Written by A and M. Warning: Includes Smut, Abuse, Addiction and bad language. This is not real, this is a fan fiction, (mostly) everything in this story has never really happened.