Billie Eilish Fanfic - Bully.

First Soccer Game.

Billie drove me to school this morning and gave me a long passionate kiss before we walked into the building - acting like we weren't dating. It was after romantic nights like last night that I really wished we could be holding hands in public. I wish everyone saw a glimpse of how loving Billie could be. She was so much more than some wannabe badass.

I headed to math class and realized Billie wasn't there - wtf? We literally came to school together. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see if she had texted me.

Billie ❤️:

Parents picked me up from school early to go out to eat w them. They normally go through my phone when they come home so don't text me back or text me first. Love you beautiful, see you soon.

I couldn't help but blush at the end of the message but then I frowned as it processed. So I couldn't text her first when her parents were home? I had very little self control when it came to talking to Billie...I was the needy soft one. I texted her first, I called her, I held her hand. I couldn't help but feel really worried.

Time skip to lunch

I sat down next to Rachel before everyone else had gotten their food.

"Where's Billie at?" Rachel asked.

I explained the situation to her and Rachel listened intently before responding,

"I've seen the way you guys love each other, I wouldn't worry about it. You'll be fine...for now let's focus on the game."

Rachel and I had both made varsity soccer and had our first game today at 4pm, I was playing midfield again and Rachel was striker. We were hoping we would be starters, but because it was our first game it was hard to tell.

I shook the thoughts of Billie out of my head and tried to focus on soccer, like Rachel had suggested. My friends all joined the table and had made plans to come see us play that night. I was lucky to have found such great friends so quickly.

I texted my dad a reminder about the game as I got dressed in the gym. My uniform fit me loosely, comfortable. The way I liked it. I bent over to flip my hair into a ponytail when I felt a hard smack on my ass cheek, I whipped around to see Billie standing there with a mischievous grin on her face.

I jumped into her arms and she held me up and kissed my nose,

"Didn't think I would miss your first game did you?" She asked.

I squeezed her tightly,

"I already miss you so much Bil."

Her face fell and she set me down, gripping my shoulders,

"I know it's hard, but we can get through this and we will. I know you're who I want to be with. I love you Cleo. I'll be with your dad for the game okay? Good luck baby girl."

"You're who I want to be with too Billie," I replied and Billie smiled, giving me a quick cheek kiss and ass grab before heading to the exit.

Time skip to game

Rachel and I both made starting positions, which was awesome but also put more pressure on us. The first team we played was from a nearby school named Buckeystown Browns and they sucked, so Rachel immediately scored 2 goals in the 1st half, dodging their weak defense skillfully. I had some really strong passes and scored 1 goal in the 2nd half, but I felt like I could have played better.

When I scored my goal I heard an eruption of screams from my dad and Billie's section on the bleachers, when I glanced over they were both jumping up and down. My friends were beside them also cheering and waving at me. I loved how well they got along. I was so lucky.

At the end of the game I headed over to my dad and Billie, she picked me up and spun me in a circle, which she would normally only do in private.

"I'm so proud of you baby!" She said in my ear, loud enough that my dad could hear. He smiled in response.

Billie had to go back home before her parents suspected anything but she promised that she would text me later. I said hello to my friends and gave them sweaty hugs before heading to my dad's car with him.

We drove home and after a period of silence my dad said,

"So Billie's parents, huh?"

I nodded slowly, she must have confided in him. My dad shook his head,

"Now I see why you didn't tell me you're gay, at first. I don't understand why some parents are so afraid of their children being themselves. I love you no matter who you love, I'm just glad that you can experience love. Your mother would be happy for you."

I felt myself melt. My mom would have been happy for me. She was the least judgmental person I had ever met in my life. She was kind of a hippie - and I loved that. I credit her for some of my best attributes. So did my dad.

I grabbed my dad's hand and thanked him for understanding me. I could tell it meant a lot to him by the tear forming in his right eye that he tried his best to hold back. When we got home we watched The Twilight Zone reruns on the SyFy channel, we used to do that all the time when I was a little kid. I kept checking my phone, no text from Billie, but I felt reassured that she still loved me from earlier that night. I know what she was going through was a lot.

Okay this was kind of a filler chapter - next chapter is juicy. 😋😋😋 -C