"Stuck." (Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader)

I'm ... In.

    The doctor said Me and Billie would have to stay in a hospital bed for a few days to let the wounds calm down and heal. The doctor also told me that it would take a month or two before they could remove stitches and to play it safe when moving around afterwards.

A few months later I was discharged. Me and Billie exchanged numbers and she followed me on some of my media. We talked a lot, despite not knowing each other for that long. We hung out after a bit, and started to more and more become closer. My mom and dad were furious of my actions of course, but they were just happy I made it. Brian had to inform them of what happened when they got the news from the other hospital that my transfer had been successful.
    Brian had stayed there with me most of the time until I was discharged. He made sure I wasn't refusing to take anything needed, and that my parents weren't pestering me about my life choices. He got to meet Finneas, which made him happy throughout this experience.
I was walking through the park. About 5 months had passed since the transplant, and everything was looking great. I was meeting up with Billie, since it is what we normally do. As I approached the small table, Billie waved me over. "Hey! You look fucking tired, get enough sleep lately?" She asked as I was about to sit down. "Yeah, sort of. My sisters keep me awake most of the time now." I said as I sat down my small travel bag. "Well, fuck them then, those bitches can suck a dick for all I care. They have one fucked up sleep schedule already, better not bring another damn person into their own fuckin' business." She ranted for a moment. "Hey, What do you say bout you coming over to my place for tonight? So you don't have to deal with those fuckers." She suggested, which made me blush at the thought. Sleeping over? In her house? What god sent for this to happen? It clearly wasn't mine. "Th-that would be nice..." I said sheepishly, as I shook my head to clear my thoughts. She smiled.
"Guess you're staying over tonight then, i will warm you it looks like a fucking tornado hit the damn place." She added, seeming a bit proud but not? "That's fine, my house is always a mess." I said, trying to make this a bit less of a concern. "I don't think anyone cares what their damn place looks like as long as their fucking comfortable." She said, to which I nodded in agreement. "Let's go after I take you for food." She added, I nodded excitedly. "Taco Bell." I said. She laughed and nodded "Sure cutie, we can get fuckin' Taco Bell."
    We stayed and chatted for a while before heading off to the magical place of Taco Bell. I could smell the tacos as soon as we walked in. "Go find a table kitten, I'll order for you." She said, I nodded and went to a small booth in the corner. I sat down and gave Billie a thumbs up before she started ordering. I then decided to boredly scroll through insta on my phone. She came back with drinks, and I sat my phone down. "So, you wanna do anything when we get to my place?" She asked, handing me my medium sized drink. "Maybe we can watch a movie or something?" I suggested, she thought for a moment. "You like scary movies?" She asked. I shook my head no. "Not really... I get scared easily." I said, I shrunk into my neck a bit. "It's fine, you can cuddle into me if those bitches scare you that much kitten." She said, now resting her cheek on her hand, being supported by the table. "O-okay.." I said, I blushed at the thought of cuddling with her in her house. Her softly petting my head, and calming me when I got to scared of a jumpscare. Her telling me sweet nothings until I fell asleep watching movies with her. I snapped back in reality when the cashier called out my name, and she got up to get out food. I noticed she used my name to draw less attention to me and her.
    When she came back, she handed me my tacos. She had ordered herself just plain bean tacos, which she seemed to like. While we ate, we chatted about somethings. Mainly about what we were going to do, and about our friends being dumb. I enjoyed every last second of talking with her. I couldn't believe that I was actually here, and I often pinched myself just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and my brain wasn't playing a cruel trick on me. But no, it wasn't. This was all real. I was friends with Billie Eilish. But how I yearned to be so much more.