Tramp Stamp. Billie Eilish

Part 1

Jan 1st, 2018 

      I brought the red solo cup to my lips. It was vodka and fruit punch. The drink was horriably mixed, just like everything else here. The party was literally crap. Hollywood parties usually are. The parties usually end up with an orgy in the hot tub or every leaving because of the cops. Not like the cops do much, they're wrapped around the fingers of most of our parents and bosses. "Hey, Hey. Ryan come hang with us." One of the stupid Bell twins called in my face. I really couldn't tell them apart if I tired. Not that I'd care. They were on either side of me. Tweddle dee and tweedled dumb. The two were friends of friends or sometimes an occasional weed hook up. I found them to be very dumb. They were also very loud too.

" I am chilling here though." I said nonchalantly. It took another sip of my drink, smirking behind my cup. I was actualy watching the dance floor. There were some hot people tonight. Some chick in a short skirt and bralette was dancing on the coffee table. She had been giving me eyes all night. I might even go upstairs with her. She was just the right type of horny. Who knows? Maybe she'd top. She didn't look like it though.  

" Nah, Nah." The other one yanked me from my spot. They just kept talking till we got to the couch in the corner. All their friends were on the couches. I was thrown down next to a girl with blue hair and baggy clothes. She oozed big dick energy like I was trying to do. She had her arms thrown on the back of the couch. She was hot and not the sleazy hot. She even had the hot vibe about her. She was just giving off bad bitch energy. Maybe if I couldn't have her, she would tell me where she got her chains. I would love to suck the rings from her fingers. My finger somehow found it's way in between my teeth.

The twins started to bicker about something. I got bored and turned towards the girl. She was draped in the expensive clothes and a thousand chains. "Staring is rude." She turned towards me. Her voice was killer. She had an almost raspy voice. It was lower like she just woke up. I am wide awake now, baby. A playful smirk rested on her lips. She had soft looking lips. God had gifted her well. Everything just worked for her. 

"It's rude not to introduce ones self." I played back. The party seemed to become extremely boring. She was the party now. I liked this girl. She was hypnotic. I wouldn't mind her being my drug. 

"Billie."

"Ryan."

We shook hands. She had a strong grip and a million rings. We both had boys names, technically unisex because if I said that In front of my dad he'd flip. 

"You want to move, mama?" She asked. I got up leading the way to the empty patio area. Billie sat down. She spread her legs taking up the whole chair. I sat down on empty cushion next to her. I even tucked my feet under my thighs. 

"I like your music." She started with that. I am dead. I've ascended to Heaven. I free to go. This goddess has heard my music. I don't know what she does. Shit, I don't have the slightest idea what she does. 

"I am sorry," I started with. "I don't know what you do." 

She let out a laugh. "You're all good, dude. My music not that know." She explained, leaving on her hand. She had the coolest eyes. 

"I know a lot of unknow artist, hit me." It's my job. I am an artist at Insterscope records. We know a lot of people. 

"Okay, I have an EP called Don't smile at me." She smiled as if there was an inside joke. "It's the one with the red ladder." I got it then. 

"Yeah, I see that when I go to Target." Shoot me in the head now. Target isn't sexy. 

"Deadass?" She laughed again. I am going to die.