robbers (sequel) billie eilish

when i was older

A/N: okay ik y'all are pressed about the last chapter but trust me, i have a plan okay??

inspo: when i was older, aka, the most slept on billie song

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I'm on my back again, dreaming of a time and place where you and I remain the best of friends...

Billie's POV:

My hands slips under the car seat and finds the lever, and my fingers linger over it for a second before pulling it back. I let the sun roof hang open even though the sun's almost made its way to shine on the other side of the world. For the past week, my mind has been lost in this situation and it wouldn't let me see past it. But once I started to let go, I found my answers.

Sometimes I pretend that this is all just a movie, that I'm playing a role, and maybe if I get into character enough, the ending will play itself out. I used to think I was the bad guy, but I think I'm more of the anti-hero. The chaotic good guy, who's motives are honest and true but doesn't exactly follow the rules.

I'm done fighting now, because it's really who I am. Now that I've admitted it, I can play into it, let it consume me. The bad guys never win, but sometimes, if you're standing on the line between good and bad, it can go either way. God, I hope this works out the way I need it to. It's a long shot and there's so many ways it could blow up in my face, but I knew from the moment we met it wouldn't be easy.

Even after all this ends, can we pretend?

I pull out my phone from my pocket and rest it face up on the dashboard, so I'll be able to answer it right away when it rings. If it rings. No, when.

I still am hanging onto my dreams of our future, and maybe that's stupid and naive. Maybe I won't ever get the ending I want, and the only place it'll exist is in my head. I can keep pretending.

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Memories burn like a forest fire...

Hannah's POV:

The rain died down minutes after Billie left, but it was too late for the sun to came back, and I don't know if staring out into the rain or darkness is more depressing. Whenever I get nervous, I reach for my ring and twist it a few times, and now that it's gone, I'm losing it. Throwing it at her was just another mistake I can add onto the growing pile.

Honestly, the memory of her giving me the ring burns hotter than the worst, most painful ones. I remember how it felt to be wrapped up in the moment, when we had things we should've been worrying about but we ignored them to be with each other. That's why I wouldn't change the night, even though everything caught fire, instead of hiding in the hotel we danced in the flames. I want that feeling back, not the cold I created between us. I wish I could pull her back in here and say different things.

The knock on my door reminds me it's lights out, and I flick the switch and walk over to the bed, slipping under the covers without another thought. My feet brush against something cold under the sheets, and I already can tell what it is.

I run out of bed and check under the door for any footsteps, and when the hall is silent, I rip off the covers and grab it in my hand. Sometimes I forget my soulmate is a fucking genius.

I press the power button on the phone and the screen lights up, the wallpaper a blonde girl with her hair blowing in her face. I don't think much of it until I swipe up and find the phone locked, needing a four number password. Fuck.