Billie Eilish Fanfic - Bully.

Dinner Prep.

Just so you know unless it is specified in the title of the chapter - chapters are in Cleo's POV.

I finished brushing my teeth and jumped into bed in my oversized t shirt and underwear. I missed Billie's cuddles so fucking much. I rubbed my sore calf muscles from the sprints I had endured during soccer practice. I thought soccer would help me get my mind off of Billie but instead I found myself staring up at the bleachers looking for her all the time - and then getting disappointed when she wasn't there.

I had just shut my eyes when I heard my phone vibrate:

FaceTime Call from Billie ❤️

I quickly hit accept and her flawless face with blue hair in a half bun popped up on the screen.

"Baby!" I shrieked.

She smiled immediately, "Hey pretty girl, I miss you!"

I told her how much I missed her and her kisses.

"And how is soccer going?" She asked.

I gave her a detailed run down of today's practice, acting dramatic about my body aches for some pity. She made a pouty face and blew me a kiss,

"My baby needs loving, don't you?"

I nodded quickly.

Billie bit her bottom lip and paused,

"Can I come over?"

"Now?" I asked. I glanced at the clock, it was 10:30pm, that wasn't too late.

"Uh- yeah. I need to talk to you in person about something. Is it okay if I come?"

I bit my thumbnail,

"Yeah, come over."

She said a quick goodbye and hung up with me.

I sat on the bed and decided I should try to look a little better for her, I braided my hair along on side and put on a push up bra under my shirt in case we decided to do anything...fun. Then I heard a knock on my window.

"Hey baby girl," Billie greeted me with a tight hug after she crawled through my window. She looked so attractive, as always. It was about 90 degrees outside and she was wearing a bralette as a shirt with some baggy camo cargo pants. Her boobs looked huge, like always. I was turned on as soon as I saw her.

"God I missed you," I said as I burrowed myself into her chest, I pulled back and looked up at her trying to pull my focus from her tits and onto a bigger problem, "Bil...you aren't going to break up with me are you? Is that why you came here?"

Billie stared at me blankly,

"Absolutely not. Not at all," she gripped my hands, "I love you Cleo. I'm not going anywhere."

I smiled and led her to my bed, we got in and cuddled together.

"So what did you want to talk about?" My anxiety spoke for me.

Billie took a deep breath and exhaled,

"So. My parents know about you."

I gasped, "What the fuck? Who told them? Oh my God...how much trouble are you in?" I had a million questions that needed answered, but Billie put her hand up to silence me.

"They actually want to meet you. They want you to come to dinner tomorrow night...it seems really sketchy. I don't know why they're suddenly okay with me being gay...maybe they just finally gave up...or Finneas said something to them...I don't know, but they want to meet you."

I stared at her blankly and bit my bottom lip,

"Billie what if they don't like me?"

She met my gaze, "then fuck them and their opinions....but if they do like you it would make things much easier. So I'm going to help you pick out what to wear for dinner."

Billie walked over to my closet and pulled out various outfits for me to put on. It seemed like the fashion theme we were going for was "1980's nun".

"Billie it's hot outside...do I really have to be this covered up?"

I asked her when we had finally settled on a long sleeved loose fitting turtleneck and also loose fitting boyfriend jeans.

Billie nodded, "You are innocent and sweet, I want them to see that. My parents are stupid and judgmental, appearance is the way into their heads."

"Okay..." I responded reluctantly. If this made our relationship easier then I would give this dinner my all, and Billie knew her own parents, I didn't know them.

Billie looked at the clock and realized it was already past midnight,

"I have to go baby girl, meet me at 5pm at my house okay? Sharp. Don't be late, they hate when people are late. They're going to love you. You're perfect."

I felt a tinge of disappointment that I didn't get to take that bralette off of her while she was here. I missed her body on mine. I craved her.

I tried to ignore that feeling of lust. We said our goodbyes and she slipped back out through my window, I looked out in my driveway to see Howard driving one of her parents cars. They must still have Billie's car keys. They've had them since she went to my soccer game. I wondered if she would get to keep her phone and car keys if they liked me. I hoped so.