Billie Eilish Fanfic - Forced.

Noah CLEO'S POV

I looked over the menu, debating how many calories I wanted to spend on my breakfast. I loved modeling but I had to stay nice and fit looking for an upcoming bikini shoot so I had resorted to counting calories and...it fucking sucked.

I looked up at Marci, one of my colleague model friends as she reviewed the menu, probably doing the same thing as me.

I giggled, "soooo...fruit?" I asked her. She looked up at me and nodded a disappointed nod.

Then her eyes brightened up, "ACTUALLY we should be eating what we want this morning because we are celebrating your new relationship status. It's about time you find someone that will treat you the way you deserve to be treated, no calorie counting!"

I didn't want to count calories either so I laughed and obliged, however it wasn't really a celebration to me.

Billie was a bitch. She treated me like shit a lot...I hated seeing her with someone else and let's just say if the roles were reversed she would have left me a long time ago...but there was a side to Billie that no one knew about. She would defend me even if I was wrong, she wanted to make me successful too...she was the only reason I was out of the trailer park after all...she did love me and no matter what she did...I couldn't help but believe that those other girls probably were nothing to her. She was just a slut with poor self control.

But Billie hadn't called, texted, came and saw me etc. since that night in the hotel room. That showed me how much she actually cared about me. It had been almost a full week now and the press were having a field day with this shit. A picture of her and that blonde bimbo kissing was even released. Obviously I was embarrassed but more hurt than anything, luckily my friends had quickly come to my rescue.

Marci and I ate a big breakfast with way too many calories together, sipping mimosas. When I went to pay the tab the waiter shook his head no,

"That table over there has already paid for you Miss," I looked over to a table where a girl sat alone. She looked like Miley Cyrus, I squinted my eyes and realized it was Noah Cyrus. Holy shit I loved her music. She waved at me, ushering me to come over. I said goodbye to Marci who gave me a knowing wink.

"Thanks so much for paying for us! You didn't have to..." I started, Noah pulled the chair beside her out for me to sit down.

"I know but I wanted to...I remember when Lil Xan and I broke up, the press was terrible. I saw about you and billie...I'm so sorry. She's stupid for cheating on you anyway, you're gorgeous."

Noah said this very nonchalantly and sipped her orange juice. I couldn't tell if she was flirting or being friendly. I did notice her flawless skin and cute half smile though...she was gorgeous herself.

When she finished sipping her juice she paused and looked me over,

"We should be friends. I could use some," she giggled, "I know you're probably not ready to date again yet but...wanna let me know when you are?" She raised her eyebrows at me, putting her hand on my thigh. I blushed.

"Oh- wow. Yeah sure...I don't know when I'll be ready. I'm so untrusting anymore, Billie fucked me up," I put my head down.

"Sorry if I came on too strong Cleo...just remember we aren't all like Billie, I could treat you right. Wanna go out with me tonight...no strings attached? There's a nice club downtown...formal attire. I'm dying to see you in a dress," she giggled and looked at me with pleading eyes.

I thought about it, it was probably not a great look...but I needed to get out of the house. It wasn't healthy for me to go home and lay in bed watching Netflix in a state of depression on every day that I didn't have a photo shoot.

"You know what, fuck it! Let me have your number?" She entered her number in my phone and we said our goodbyes.